Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
I'm Cooking: I made this pasta again last night with bacon and greens. This one is a favorite at our house, and it's so easy that I tend to make if often. Last night instead of Parmesan I used this cheese though. And it was superb.
Monday, November 15, 2010
We were at a barbecue, at the house of someone that Bryce knows through work. I had never met these people before (they were really nice), and didn't know anyone there. I spent most of my time chasing the kids around, trying to get them to eat, but at the end of the evening I wound up sitting next to a bonfire with a group of people that seemed to be already acquainted. One of the couples had a young boy about Porter's age. Everyone was discussing the town we live in. Some good things. Some bad things. Normal stuff. And then the woman with the son declares that they are moving soon, because she doesn't want her child to grow up here. The reason being that there isn't anything for kids to do.
Now, I had previously been kind of silent, not knowing anyone. But I couldn't help it, and said (probably too loudly): What are you talking about? There is a ton for kids to do here! This was followed by some silence and general backpedaling, but I could tell she was annoyed. And I didn't mean to be rude or so outspoken at all. But I sort of couldn't believe it. I mean, I'm a bit biased, because I love it here. But we have much of the "normal" stuff: libraries, playgrounds, a swimming pool, summer camps, sports, gyms, dancing, movies theaters, etc. Plus we have this huge backyard full of trails and mountains and oceans and rivers. There is skiing and fishing and camping. And I just have a hard time understanding how your kid couldn't find anything to do.
And I have to say that I really do understand how you could not want to live here. There are a ton of reasons why this wouldn't be the place for your family, just like I don't want to move to New York City or Arizona. Even though I know some people really love it there. But. It's not because there wouldn't be anything for my kids to do. I'm of the opinion that kids don't need a whole hell of a lot to entertain themselves, and that there are very few places where you could actually claim that kids were deprived of activity.
So it made me super defensive that someone could claim this was a bad place to raise kids. Because we don't have a zoo? Or Chuck E. Cheese? Or Taco Bell? I guess I don't really know what they thought they were missing. And I'm curious what my friends that live all over the country (and the world) think about the places they choose to call home. Have you ever been worried about your kids there? Does any of this even make sense? And my local friends, what do you think? Do you love where you live? Because that seems like the most important thing to me.
Friday, November 12, 2010
As far as sewing projects, I am working on some baby blankets. Really tiny ones. Bryce is making a wooden baby doll cradle for Molly's birthday (which is really creeping up on me), and I'm going to make some blankets and a pillow to fit inside. I have this huge pile of stained and old baby blankets from my babies, and I am hoping to reincarnate them into something more suitable for a doll. This is also possibly the world's easiest sewing project imaginable, so a good one for me.
And then, here are some pictures we took when my mom was visiting. They are more like outtakes, but are the best ones we could get. I can only imagine how impossible it will be to get everyone looking at the camera when there are three of them.
I'm Cooking: The other night I made Poached Salmon in a Cream Sauce from the Fiddlehead cookbook. Rich and yummy, although I just used whatever white wine I had, not the Riesling. Served with Sauteed Brussels Sprouts, Brown Rice and a Salad with White Balsamic Vinaigrette and Persimmons. Molly went nuts over the persimmons. And I think Brussels Sprouts are about my favorite thing ever.
Monday, November 8, 2010
It's a good start.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
After looking around I settled on a nice bottle of baby shampoo with ingredients like coconut oil and aloe and nothing I couldn't pronounce. It even smelled good. Kind of expensive, but I figured on that. You get what you pay for, right?
Later that night, the kids were in the bath, and we broke it out. Both of the kids love to wash their own hair, and are moderately good at it, so I usually let them. Life was good. Until Molly started screaming bloody murder. I looked over, and she had a few suds from the shampoo lather in her eye. She's not exactly adept at the whole self-grooming coordination thing, so this happens a lot. Except that normally it doesn't bother her, and tonight she's dying. I rinse it all out of her eye (which she loves, of course), and she's okay, but all red and disgruntled. And then I look at the bottle and see something I missed earlier:
"Mama wants you to know: this is not a no-tear formula and it has no anesthetizing ingredients. So use extra care around your angel baby's eyes!"
I really had no idea that regular baby shampoo had to have anesthetizing ingredients in it. I guess I always thought that it was just made of gentle ingredients so as not to irritate eyes. Strange. But I think I'm going to have to go back to it. In my mind, baby shampoo = no screaming freak-outs when it gets in a baby's eyes. I thought that was the whole point. Also, I have to add that while the shampoo smelled lovely last night, kind of like grapefruit, this morning my kids hair smelled a bit like vomit. Aveeno, I apologize, and here we come running back. Unless anyone has a better idea.
I'm Cooking: I keep messing around with a brown rice/smoked salmon salad recipe, and I think I got it right the other night. No exact measurements to follow here, but cooked brown rice mixed with wilted spinach, carrots, smoked salmon, white balsamic vinaigrette, soy sauce, and Parmesan cheese. Yum!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Halloween. Porter was Anakin (or Luke, depending on the day) Skywalker. My mom made the costume, and it was perfect. It was also warm, which is sort of important here. Molly was a cow, which surprisingly, she fully embraced. She even managed to moo at a couple of people. This picture was taken right as we were heading out for trick or treating, and even though they both look totally bored, I swear they had a great time.