MamaCumLaude

"I do! I do!"

2012-02-03T23:04:00.000-08:00

A few things Henry has been saying or enjoying lately:

count "one, two, thwee"
He loves to answer "I do, I do!" whenever I ask if anyone wants to eat breakfast/ go for a walk/ read a book/ etc. There is usually a happy dance that accompanies this!
"I know! I know!" When Henry had an idea for a book tonight, he prefaced it with "I know!" instead of just thrusting the book into my face. It was adorable.
Nap time cooperation! In the bed! For many months, Henry would only reliably fall asleep at nap time in the car seat or the stroller (and occasionally in the Ergo or my lap) Now, he actually says "bed!" when he gets sleepy at nap time and we nurse in the big bed until he falls asleep and then I actually have a good 1- 1 1/2 hours of relatively quiet time. Evie and I usually snuggle, read books, do arts and crafts, or watch a movie.

Henry also loves to help bring Evelyn to preschool and pick her up. He gets very excited when she shows off her projects. Recently, she brought home a bag of veggies and sang a vegetable soup song and Henry exclaimed "oh, wow!" For her part, Evelyn shows great enthusiasm when Henry shows off his hand stamp from gymnastics class. It's very sweet.

Learning What They Live

2012-01-24T15:35:00.000-08:00

Henry helps Morabelle settle down in the sling.

Kids have a way of holding a mirror up to their parents. From the time that Evelyn could speak, I have had daily glimpses of my phrases, mannerisms, and habits. Most of the time, it's not too unflattering. It is clear from both Evelyn's and Henry's play that when I talk on the phone, I walk around the house and often say "doing well, how are you? Yeah, yeah, bye!" Of course, there are also moments when I hear my words on the lips of my child and I just cringe. Do I really sound like that? I'm sure I do get exasperated sometimes; I'm only human.

Today, Evelyn and Henry were pretending that Evelyn's little white dog (Morabelle) was very tired and sad. Evelyn tried to wrap her up in a blanket for a nap. Henry suggested we put her in the Ergo. I found a doll sling and the kids took turns wearing little Morabelle, patting her gently as they bounced. It was very sweet to see that they'd picked up such gentle and loving techniques.

Names

2012-01-19T23:03:00.000-08:00

Henry said his name today, "Henny." He's been calling himself "baby" or "boy" when he sees himself in the mirror or in a photo, but today was the first time he's tried to say Henry. At dinner, he called himself "Buddy;" I had to laugh. I probably don't realize how often I call him "Buddy." I can't help it. I love little pet names. (In my family, we have many nicknames-- many of them are nonsensical and all of them are unrelated to our actual names.)

A Snowy Day

2012-01-15T22:43:00.001-08:00

Evelyn's Game

2012-01-12T22:13:00.000-08:00

While Henry napped this afternoon, Evelyn and I spent time together. We built an elaborate city of wooden block buildings, complete with a train and station. Without a toddler in sight to knock the city down to size, Evelyn was able to plan out a design and actually see it through. She really enjoyed that. Later, she traced some letters. It's so fun to me that she knows every letter by sight. We're connecting the letters to sounds now, but not in any formal way. I like to take what Evelyn is interested in and then go from there. Right now, she is very interested in writing stories and silly poems (a la "Where The Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein).

"Mom, soon Henry will grow up to be my friend. We won't have a baby anymore-- just two kids!"

Tracing letters and reviewing the alphabet's order.

Evelyn has also had a lot of fun with board games lately. My best friend was in town recently (which was such a lovely treat!) and one of the gifts she gave Evelyn was a memory game-- a huge hit. Today, Evelyn decided to create her own game. She used markers to draw the game board and then she crumpled up two pieces of paper to use as pawns. I think she's sure this is the proper way to make game pieces, as this is her interpretation of some instructions we read in a book on how to fold paper for a fairy game piece. She also asked me to draw a spinner and she glued hands on it and cut it out. It doesn't spin, so we just pretend. In this game, the winner (so far, always Evelyn) is the person who gets the "end" first. She gets to read the book Evelyn has placed on a white wicker basket. Score!

Ta da!

Cheers!

2011-12-31T23:26:00.000-08:00

2011 was a wonderful year for our family. We didn't have any babies this year and we didn't move. It was relatively calm; we really settled in as a family of four. We had great visits from family members and we flew to the East Coast twice to see family as well. The beginning of 2011 was rough for me personally-- and by extension, it probably wasn't always easy for my supportive husband. I was at times swept under water by post-partum depression and anxiety. I reflected on my experience just a few days ago as I did a few simple household tasks before heading out the door with kids. We were all awake, dressed, fed, and I had the energy to empty the dishwasher and fold some laundry and still leave the house. If this sounds like a piece of cake to you, thank your lucky stars. I did.

I stopped and smiled to myself and thought-- I must really be better. The healing process for me was such a gradual one that it seemed I'd always feel exhausted and drained. I was terrified that I would forever feel uncomfortable in my own skin, like a lioness pacing in a small cage. As a competetive, educated woman, it is still difficult for me to admit that I needed help here and there. I strive for perfection and yet, I can vividly recall tears streaming down my face as our post-partum doula helped calm one crying child while I had the other (sleeping) child. I needed another woman to help me mother my children for a couple of hours and I felt that I had failed in all of the ways that matter.

The truth is, though, I was giving my children my best. Finding ways to support myself and making Lindsey, not just Mama, a priority helped me push through the thick of PPD and anxiety. It is still important to take time away, whether it's book club once a month-- which has been just fabulous-- or an hour in the evening out by myself. It's true that I haven't slept for more than three or four hours at time in over three and a half years, but I feel much more in tune with myself. This year, we're making it a priority for my husband to get away now and then too (and more time for the two of us as well)! Happy New Year to you!

Girl Time

2011-12-30T00:40:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I had the chance to do something I've been wanting to do for a while. Evelyn and I had a girls' afternoon out. Henry and Daddy spent some time together at Home Depot and played before nap time. In the meantime, Evelyn and I went to a pottery studio. I love painting pottery and I have been waiting for the moment when Evelyn would have both the interest and the patience to join me. She chose a little gift-shaped box with a lid to paint while I painted a light switch face plate for her bedroom. It was especially fun to be creative with a preschooler without worrying about the clean-up!

After painting, we walked together beneath a big umbrella and did a little shopping. We shared some snacks and just enjoyed each other's company. I recently had a conversation with a friend and questioned whether or not Evelyn and I could even have fun together anymore. Three-and-a-half can be a tough age at times and our recent travels and holiday plans put a bit of a wrench in some of our routines. It was wonderful to just enjoy my daughter's giggles and listen (without distraction) to her ideas and stories. What a nice reset!

Snapshot: Choo choo!

2011-12-29T21:41:00.000-08:00

Evelyn needed a little chair to reach her project on the kitchen counter. Henry thought she was playing one of their favorite games: line up the chairs and drive a train/ bus/ car/ airplane. While she glued, he "chugged" and "choo-chooed."

Merry Christmas, 2011

2011-12-26T00:28:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas! In light of our recent trip to the East Coast for Thanksgiving, we rather enjoyed a low-key Christmas this year. We went to Christmas Eve Mass and then had a nice dinner at home and let the kids each open a gift (matching pajamas) before bath time. The kids were so excited that they had a hard time winding down and I don't think either one fell asleep before 10:00. It's a good thing that Santa was able to assemble and arrange gifts in just about two hours, because he (we) sure were tired! Fortunately, we all slept in until about 8:30 to make up for it.

Thanks to Xbox Kinnect, we were able to video chat with a large part of my family and we plan to video chat with more family members in the next day or two as well. I love that the kids can sing and dance and show off their gifts to grandparents on the opposite side of the country! Evelyn was originally a little disapointed that there wasn't a door to open on her Advent calendar for Christmas, I think it is safe to say that she has officially moved on. We don't focus much on gifts before Christmas morning in our home. Gifts don't slowly pile around our tree-- we keep them hidden away for the most part until the big morning. It was so sweet to hear the "Wow!" from Evelyn (and then from Henry) and see their eyes light up. I think they were pretty surprised.

Some highlights:

The calm before the storm.

Dress up

I love these customizable paper dolls. I found them here.

Bubble wrap fun

My helper, washing potatoes.

Jack Frost was here: The Closest We'll Get to a White Christmas

2011-12-23T21:56:00.000-08:00

Morning frost in late December

A Possible Solution to the Witching Hour: Toddler-Wearing

2011-12-21T14:01:00.000-08:00

As the oldest of four children, I had my share of "second mother" responsibilities-- often self-imposed. Evelyn loves to be a helper, but I try to be mindful of any added responsibility I give to Evelyn. I want to be sure that what I request is in line with what she can reasonably do. Sometimes I need to remember that she is just 3 1/2 years old-- especially in the late afternoons when she is tired.

When Henry gets fussy in the evening, I occasionally wear him in the Ergo carrier on my back while I cook dinner or finish whatever household task I am working on. The carrier keeps him from crying at my legs and often calms him down. I stopped wearing Evelyn about halfway through my pregnancy with Henry. I stopped regularly carrying her shortly after Henry's birth, when I realized I was over-taxing my body. Still, the thought crossed my mind the other night: what if I offer some "back pack time" to Evelyn?

Ordinarily, if Evelyn is just done with the day, she cries easily and needs some space away from her little brother's grabbing hands. She plays in her bedroom sometimes, but lately she's been prone to just crying or yelling in the family room. It upsets Henry and it is very stressful for all us. I asked if she'd like to come up the Ergo and she calmed down instantly. I think the novelty of the offer helped. She loved cuddling against my back. Henry, however, was jealous and insisted I hold him too. This didn't do my back (or knees) any favors and at twenty-seven, I'd rather not introduce joint pain. So, I set Henry down and he fussed a little until I gave him a "big boy" job to do. All in all, there were fewer tears that evening. I think I'll put "toddler-wearing" into rotation as a possible afternoon or evening tool, but I'll save it for the major meltdowns.

Every Day is a Good Hair Day!

2011-12-20T14:47:00.000-08:00

Loopy curls make up the entire top and back of Henry's head.

Stylish boy with Daddy's curls.

Mama Cooks: No-Bake Chocolate Peanut Butter Oatmeal Cookies

2011-12-15T22:44:00.000-08:00

Gluten-free and vegan No-Bake Chocolate Peanut Butter Oatmeal Cookies

Growing up, we called these cookies "Grandma Cookies" because my Great Grandmother (Hazel) often made them and she always made them perfectly.

Ingredients:
2 cups sugar (organic cane sugar)
4 tbsp cocoa (I found a great organic, fair trade cocoa locally)
1 stick butter (I used vegan earth balance)
1/2 cup milk (coconut, in this case)
1 tbsp vanilla
1 cup peanut butter
3 cups oats (certified gluten-free)
waxed paper

Lay out three long sheets of the waxed paper (or baking parchment paper, as I used) on the counter or table first. Timing is important here and once you begin this recipe, there is no stopping. Don't worry, it's not as ominous as it sounds; this is a rather quick one! In a sauce pan, add the sugar, cocoa, butter, and milk. Bring to a boil. Stir a few times and keep an eye on the pan (watch it until it bubbles). Set a timer for one minute as soon as the boiling begins. Stir a bit as needed. As soon as the timer goes off, add the rest of the ingredients. Mix well and spoon onto the waxed paper (about a tablespoon size). Allow cookies to cool and harden.

The Witching Hour: Why you won't be getting a homemade gift this year

2011-12-15T15:51:00.000-08:00

Most of the mothers I have met will agree that, at least some of the time, there seems to be a particular part of their day that is just awful when compared to the rest. Call it the witching hour, call it meltdown time, call it 3:00 pm . . . The day starts off well enough, with morning's freshness and newness, activities or preschool, and lunch. Sometimes we add in some errands around town and perhaps a library trip or play date. Soon it is evident that Henry (and generally, the under 3 crowd-- or older if you're a lucky one) needs a nap and I try my best to make it happen as quickly as he needs.

For those non-nappers, a little quiet time can work wonders to make it through the afternoon until a second wind helps them stick it out through dinner, play, bath, etc time. When the weather cooperates, we go outside during this afternoon time. Unfortunately, it is thirty degrees out and a little drizzly. I also have several things I actually need to do during Henry's nap time as well, so bundling up to stand outside doesn't rank very high on my priority list today.

This afternoon, I attempted to bake four or five dozen cookies (and make a tasty appetizer) for a neighborhood party and cookie exchange. This is fun, fabulous idea, don't get me wrong. By the time I was able to begin the cookies, however, Henry was two hours over-due for his nap and fighting it every step of the way and Evelyn was whining and frustrated with a pbs online game I let her play so that I could bake. I put Henry on my back in a carrier and he cried and loudly in my ear while I sang to him and made the cookies. To add insult to injury, Evelyn was very hurt that I made these cookies without her help and through a crying fit on the dining room floor. I think she was tired and overwhelmed. So, why am I writing this instead of baking (or checking myself into the Spa under an alias)? I finished the first batch and they're cooling on the counter. Henry finally fell asleep in the carrier so I transferred him to the bed and I'm letting Evelyn watch Bob the Builder and eat frozen yogurt.

I have no idea how other people make so many cute or crafty gifts this time of year. I also don't know how we all survive the witching hour, but if your survival strategy involves somehow taking a nap with your child, please don't tell me. I can't handle the envy today (wink).

The Amazing Evelyn!

2011-12-13T16:44:00.000-08:00

I know, your kiddo can do it too. I'm still impressed by 3 1/2 year old's writing progress and interest. It's so much fun!

Henry's Favorite Things at 18 Months

2011-12-12T22:58:00.000-08:00

Favorite songs: Baby Beluga (Raffi) and Bright Bug (Caspar Babypants). Henry sings along to both of these songs as best as he can and it is adorable. "Baby Googa" sounds particularly cute coming from his little mouth.

Favorite books: Red Hat, Green Hat by Sandra Boynton, I am a Bunny by Ole Risom and Richard Scary, and Baby Beluga by Raffi

Favorite toys: pretend food and little dishes, dolls and figures, cars, Evelyn's tricycle and helmet, hats of all sorts.

Favorite person: Daddy! Unless it is bedtime or he is sick, Henry wants to know where Daddy is at all times. He cries by the door every morning as Chris leaves for works and greets him at the day's end with a celebration worthy of a celebrity.

The Sock Bun (or, my own Mythbusters Special)

2011-12-10T09:07:00.000-08:00

The results.

If you follow just about any woman's blog or if you look through recent Pinterest style boards, you have probably heard of the Sock Bun. The claim? It just takes a clean dress sock, a couple of minutes, and no products or heat. Your hair will curl beautifully. I was curious, so before blindly re-pinning the idea, I thought I'd give it a go.

I followed the instructions (tie hair into high pony tail, dampen the pony tail) and used my rolled up sock (snip off the toe of the dress sock, roll the sock) to roll my long pony tail down into a bun. I didn't have a spray bottle handy and I think I didn't get the ponytail quite damp enough; the bottom layer of my hair did not curl as much as the top.

Evelyn was very interested in what I was doing with Daddy's sock and a pair of scissors. She was also a little concerned that I was putting it into my hair. Mommies are so silly sometimes! I'm glad I could provide a little bed time snack entertainment.

Not very wearable from the front due to the elastic line. I'd soften this with my hot tools curling iron.

Art Time

2011-12-07T14:03:00.000-08:00

A little dot paint for the paper, a little for Henry's face (and mouth).

Thanksgiving Travels

2011-12-06T11:08:00.000-08:00

We are settling in after a two week trip to New England. Today, Evelyn told me that she is cranky because she is lonely for Mimi and Dabo, her Grandparents. To be fair, she was cranky at their house too, particularly around dinner, by which time her energy had been sufficiently depleted by a day filled with adventures and activities and plenty of family members on hand. I think it is safe to say that both kids had a great time. They're still talking about it; and Henry has been asking for "Ee-o" (Leo, the dog) and pointing out Dabo and Mimi in pictures.

I'm glad we had planned a long trip (and very glad that this was OK with my in-laws) because under the best circumstances, air travel with two young children and the subsequent time change can be unpleasant. There is always a bit of an adjustment period. Still, the kids are really quite great on airplanes. Nevertheless, the best planning in the world couldn't prevent Henry from picking up an awful virus. We washed hands, sprayed, wiped, and took supplements, but one by one, every single member of the family fell ill in twelve-hour intervals the day after we arrived. Fortunately, the virus moved quickly. We were glad to have a full, healthy week after that. And, thankfully we made it to the big extended family Thanksgiving. Evelyn even sang in the Talent Show. It was very sweet and I was so proud of her confidence in front of about sixty people.

Evelyn sings her "Shapes" song.

The rest of our trip involved time with family and plenty of outdoor fun for the kids. The weather was sunny and very mild-- perfect for tractor rides with Dabo and long walks through the fields with Mimi. Evelyn and Henry especially enjoyed playing with their doting uncles and exploring new toys. Evelyn played with a set of Babar figures every day and loved to play with Mimi's childhood dollhouse.

Tromping around outside.

Snapshot: Happy Siblings

2011-12-01T15:08:00.000-08:00

A Reminder

2011-11-29T17:58:00.000-08:00

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver, published by Atlantic Monthly Press

A much-needed break

2011-11-27T17:36:00.000-08:00

Happy belated Thanksgiving! We were under the weather (severely, might I add) for a few days, but we are enjoying time our family in New England.

Mama Cooks: Delicious, allergen-free, pad thai!

2011-11-10T20:25:00.000-08:00

Recipe: (all ingredients organic, if this doesn't matter to you, just use whatever you usually buy!)
1 tbsp grapeseed oil
2 cups chopped onions
1/2 cup chopped carrots (I double this, and I used organic purple carrots)
12 ounces extra-firm silken tofu, cubed
1/4 cup apple cider vinegar
1/4 cup wheat-free tamari sauce
2 tbsp agave nectar (this is key!)
1 tsp red curry pasxte
2 tbsp organic peanut butter
1 cup washed and drained bean sprouts (I omit)
6 ounces uncooked rice noodles (rice sticks), prepared according to package
4 green onions, chopped
1 tablespoon lime juice

From Susan O'Brien's "The Gluten-Free Vegan"

In a large skillet, heat the oil over medium-high and add the onions and carrots (I added one chopped zucchini-- you can add just about any vegetable to this pad thai dish). Saute until the onions become soft, about four to five minutes. Add the tofu, continue to cook about five minutes. Add the vinegar, tamari sauce, agave nectar, red curry paste, peanut butter, and sprouts (if using). Toss to coat, and heat through. Pour the tofu mixture over the noodles and garnish with green onions and lime juice. Enjoy!

New Tricks: Almost 17 months old

2011-11-07T20:25:00.000-08:00

Henry is adding to his vocabulary and his repertoire of gestures. This is such a fun age! He has learned say: blue, red, a variety of animal sounds, ball, block, rock, more, Eva, baby, Henry. . . probably a couple of things I'm forgetting right now too.

Henry has also learned to "shh!" with his finger up to his mouth. However, his finger is often either in his nose while he shushes or it is on his nose. Close enough! He loves to stack blocks into towers before knocking them down and he he loves to play dress-up. The tricycle is also a huge hit right now (as is the game of "helping Mommy" at the sink or with the laundry).

My (lack of) Hipster Cred

2011-11-04T15:00:00.000-07:00

I'm all for geek chic glasses, skinny jeans, pricey organic vegan food, hemp scarves, and awesome music no one's ever heard, but I've recently suffered a crushing blow to any semblence of hipster credibility. No, it's not my minivan (it's black! it's kind of ironic! super cushy!). Not the preschooler and young toddler accompanying me-- they're actually very cool and creative.

I have to just say it. I don't love Bon Iver. I really wanted to love them, especially after reading amazing reviews, but I bought the most recent album and spent the whole time listening to it wondering if the dude was going to sing in falsetto for every song. I love to sing in the car and couldn't even tell what he was saying. How could I sing along? Yes, the songs were moving and emotional and even haunting at times. Still, I think I'm just not a fan. The end.

Hipster Ariel
P.S. This is how I look every night when I realize that I haven't written enough yet for NaNoWriMo!

Mama Cooks: Easy Friday Dinner

2011-10-28T22:03:00.000-07:00

Chris requested delicata squash, which is fabulous because it is both delicious and simple to prepare. Wash, slice, remove seeds and strings and pop into the oven (425 degrees) for about twenty-five minutes. I added organic tofu to Trader Joe's Biryani Rice and added a little broccoli. Voila! I love squash season!

A sunny afternoon in autumn

2011-10-25T18:38:00.000-07:00

We'd Better Increase Our College Savings!

2011-10-20T15:37:00.000-07:00

Evelyn has had the opportunity to see two X-rays in as many days. This has solidified her desire to become a doctor. Today, Evelyn told me "I already am bigger, Mom. I want to go to Medical School now."

Henry: Sixteen Months Old

2011-10-17T17:20:00.000-07:00

Henry is saying new words daily. My little list of new words has grown to include taco, bagel, cracker, ding-dong, cheese (a favorite), potato, and move. Henry has plenty to say. I'd almost forgotten how much fun this age can be! Henry still snuggles and nurses but much of his day is spent exploring or playing with Evelyn.

Yesterday, he surprised all of us by grabbing the bathroom counter (without the step stool) and announcing: "Reach!" He was very proud of himself. He has also started to say "thank you" occasionally and "diaper" (complete with the sign for "diaper") when I ask him if he needs a change. If he does not want a diaper because he is playing, he'll often just shake his head "no" and smile. Henry's sense of humor is certainly developing right on target. He often takes something like a shoe, puts it on his hand or head and then presents it to me while he giggles.

Snapshot: Pals

2011-10-17T14:07:00.001-07:00

"We're just playing 'Cats in the Woods,' Mom!"

2011-10-14T14:46:00.000-07:00

Fridays are "days off" for our family. Now that preschool and co-op preschool group and swimming lessons are in full-swing, we are reveling in moments of free time. This afternoon, I tied aprons onto the kids and set them up with dot paints outside at their little table. After creating about three or four paintings, Evelyn decided to paint whiskers on her cheeks.

My initial reaction was to gasp; fortunately, I squelched this reaction and realized this was actually a good day to get messy with our washable paints. Evelyn "helped" Henry get beautiful and they headed back into the little wooded area behind our house. When I followed to see what they were doing, Evelyn told me it was OK. "We're just playing 'Cats in the Woods,' Mom." The game eventually progressed to "Cats in the Dirt" and ended with "Cats in the Bath" and "Overtired Cats Crying on the Bed." Still, they had a fabulous time outside together.

On the prowl.

I hope they will remember moments like these when they reflect on their childhood.

Helpers

2011-10-14T12:41:00.000-07:00

It's never too soon to help around the house. And, of course, water play is a big hit with the toddler and preschool crowd! Henry is actually blotting his scrubber along the counter and making a puddle, but Evelyn has already cleaned at least one pot. I'm just glad that they're both occupied and happy.

Update: Markers and Furniture

2011-10-11T22:39:00.000-07:00

As it turns out, isopropyl alcohol is lightening the black marks on our sleeper sofa. The already flammable sofa is now somewhat soaked in alcohol so we certainly won't be lighting a flame anytime soon. I used plenty of water to saturate and hopefully remove lingering alcohol. Plenty of markings remain, so I plan to repeat this treatment at least once more.

Over-tired preschoolers and markers do not mix.

2011-10-06T21:55:00.000-07:00

It seems as though Evelyn was working through some strong feelings on her white board. Less than four minutes later, she lost all impulse control and colored a yellow hard hat black, scribbled all over the beautiful wooden train table and her brother's ride on fire truck. Upsetting, yes. But permanent? No. I was able to remove about 90% of that.

The couch has a new look. It's a "signature" Evelyn.

Snapshot: On your mark, get set, go!

2011-09-29T22:58:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday to a Fabulous Husband and Dad!

2011-09-23T21:44:00.000-07:00

15 months: Henry's new words (and letters)

2011-09-22T21:18:00.000-07:00

"Oh wow"

"h, i, j, k . . . . lmno"

"up, down"

I am having a really hard time admitting that Henry is more toddler than baby every day. Sniff, sniff. He's still my baby!

Playtime in Two Acts

2011-09-22T00:50:00.000-07:00

Mama Cooks: Gluten-free, vegan pasta primavera

2011-09-21T15:23:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I realized that I was out of both coconut milk and red chili paste (there is a sentence I never imagined I would write) but I had already diced peppers and zucchini and rinsed my tofu. Since a curry was out and a plain old stir-fry didn't sound appealing, I decided to get a bit creative. Henry helped "explore our options," picking boxes and bags out of the cabinet and tossing them onto the floor. He found some flat rice noodles-- the kind typically used in pad thai or stir-fry noodle dishes. Perfect! Since his next big "find" was a huge, open bag of beans, I put him in his high chair and offered some snacks. He wasn't thrilled with this idea and was sure to let me (and maybe our neighbors) know about it. Still, I needed to cook dinner. So, I hurried to make something up that would be tasty!

Here is what I came up with:

Gluten-free Vegan Pasta Primavera

three zucchinis, diced
three green chili peppers, chopped
five small green tomatoes, diced
one clove garlic, minced
one block extra firm tofu, sliced into cubes or rectangles
mixed veggies from freezer, one cup
coconut oil, roughly half cup
pesto,three tablespoons
garlic powder, some healthy shakes (I didn't measure this)
basil (fresh would be best, but I didn't have any on hand), 2 tsp
salt and pepper, a few healthy shakes as I stirred
olive oil, 2 tsp
one cup rice noodles, cooked

I wasn't sure how the coconut oil would work out as a buttery replacement, but I was very pleased!

Order isn't too important here, as long as the noodles make it in toward the end, so that you can just toss all of the ingredients together and serve! Enjoy!

Starting Solids

2011-09-18T19:54:00.000-07:00

I've wanted to write about introducing solid food to babies for quite some time. It is exciting for parents to offer a first taste of solid food to their babies. The adorable expressions that undoubtedly ensue are priceless. What this? Carrots! Oh my! Still, I don't advocate rushing into solids. I knew that my babies were getting all of the nutrition that they needed from breast milk. Of course there are instances in which a particular mother may be advised to begin solids early due to a baby's low vitamin or nutrient levels and, as I am not a medical professional, I'm not arguing with that.

Here, I am speaking to the practice of shoveling rice cereal or sweet potato into the mouth of baby who isn't yet sitting alone or picking up pieces of food with his fingers-- these are key signs that a baby is ready to eat solid food. There are old myths that babies will sleep better if given solid food and they've been debunked. In fact, babies that wake at night are at lower risk for SIDS. (Part of what makes sleep sharing safe is that babies spend less time in a state of deep sleep than babies who sleep alone-- but, I digress. . . .) One reason a baby who has been given solids such as cereal at an early age (a few months, for instance) might seem to sleep longer is that the baby's body needs to work much harder to digest the food. A baby's digestive system was designed for breast milk.

Have you recently asked yourself: "When should my baby start solids?" Well, here you go! Some *solid* advice, courtesy of La Leche League International (see link above):

Breastfed babies do not need to have complementary food introduced until about the middle of the first year. Before that time, you will notice some signs that your baby is changing developmentally, in preparation for beginning solids in a few months. You will notice that:

he becomes more sociable, playing and holding "conversations" with you during a nursing session
he has a growth spurt and nurses more frequently for a while
he imitates the chewing motions you make whilst eating -- he is practicing!

You will know that he is really ready to start solids when:

he is about six months old
he can sit up without any support
he continues to be hungry despite more frequent nursing which is unrelated to illness or teething
he has lost the tongue-thrusting reflex and does not push solids out of his mouth
he can pick up things with his finger and thumb (pincer grasp)

Babies who are ready for solids can usually feed themselves. Mothers often report that they knew their babies were ready when they picked up food from a plate, chewed it, swallowed it, and wanted more.
Listen to your baby! Babies with a tendency to allergies may refuse solids until later in their first year. As long as they are growing well and are happy and healthy, there is no need for concern.

Other resources I like:

Developmental Readiness

Waiting is worth it

6 Reasons to delay introducing solid food

Progression of a Yawn

2011-09-15T13:20:00.000-07:00

Happy Anniversary to my Love

2011-09-15T08:10:00.000-07:00

2007

Today is my fourth wedding anniversary and I have a little story to share. Actually, I have many, many stories to share, but one will suffice for now. My husband, Chris, and I met while attending the same university. Winters were bitter cold, as our sprawling campus was on a hill in upstate New York. We walked with a group of friends into a house just off campus and a visiting priest happened to be with us. He was visiting from Africa and shivering in the cold living room as he joked about our "pleasant" weather. Without hesitating, Chris took off his gloves and offered them to the man. I caught a glimpse of the generous and loving man I would fall in love with.

Snapshot: Some "End of Summer" Gardening

2011-09-14T23:38:00.000-07:00

Evelyn at work in the new garden bed

I was a Senior in High School. . .

2011-09-11T07:00:00.000-07:00

Where were you ten years ago?

I was a Senior in High School, planning to attend NYU and discussing college applications with my guidance counselor. Her phone rang. She answered it. She looked upset and said "Oh my God, they bombed the World Trade Center." Clearly, this was before we knew what actually happened. She was relaying what her State Trooper husband had heard. So much more than the New York skyline was permanently altered that day.

Up, up, and away

2011-09-10T23:42:00.000-07:00

Evelyn and Chris went on a tethered hot air balloon ride today at our local farm. The sound of the flame and the initial height made Evelyn a bit nervous (or maybe just suspicious) but she was very brave. She told me that the ride was great and she was sad to see the balloon packed away on the pickup truck.

Big Boy

2011-09-10T00:17:00.000-07:00

As Henry approaches fifteen months (I can't believe my newborn is getting so big), he has added a few new favorite skills to his repertoire. He loves to lift big or "heavy" items. Instead of pushing the doll stroller, he hoists it up and furrows his brow. My big yoga ball? Henry doesn't roll it anymore, he tries his best to lift it. And, speaking of balls, Henry has learned to throw over-hand. It's quite cute. He goes to retrieve the ball and gets very excited.

Evelyn loves playing toss with Henry, though her version is more like "fetch." Henry is happy to play with his sister, so he doesn't mind playing "puppy" and he's happy to make the appropriate sound effects too. Animals sounds are also new. For the past several months, Henry was pretty sure that everything growled. Henry, what does the duck say? Grrrr. What does the bear say? Roar. Grrr. and etc. Now, he makes horse, cow, and dog noises in addition to his lion's roar. I've said before that 12-24 months is my favorite age range so far (my oldest is only three, which is also a pretty great age, actually). All of the new talking and the new-found independence of walking well has made this summer extra fun.

Snapshot: Eat Your Greens

2011-09-06T22:10:00.000-07:00

Follow-up: another truth

2011-09-05T11:43:00.000-07:00

"Most parents fall into one of two categories: those who give their children guidance about the world of emotion and those who don't."- John Gottman

More about John Gottman, and raising an emotionally intelligent child here and here.
“Much of today’s popular advice to parents ignores emotion,” says Dr. Gottman. “Instead it relies on child-rearing theories that address children’s misbehavior, but disregards the feelings that underlie that misbehavior. The ultimate goal of raising children should not be simply to have an obedient and compliant child. Most parents hope for much more for their children.”

A Universal Truth

2011-09-04T22:15:00.000-07:00

I realize the idea of a universal truth can be controversial, but hear me out. At the lake this evening, it became clear that there are two basic types of people-- regardless of age. There are people who throw stones at the ducks and people who don't. We steer clear of the kids who do this and Evelyn knows to wait until the ducks have gone by before tossing her pebble and counting the rings that form after it plunks into the lake.

I always thought that the whole "tossing rocks at water fowl" trend was a wild toddler thing. Unfortunately, it is not-- a twenty-something thought it was quite fun until her friends called her out on her cruel behavior. Ah well. Evelyn noticed all of this but wasn't bothered. She told me "Evelyn and her friends don't throw rocks by the ducks." So there you have it, if you ever need to draw a line in the sand when choosing friends, ask if they throw stones at ducks.

A Mountain Retreat

2011-08-31T10:48:00.000-07:00

"Welcome to 'family camp,' said one of the women by the pool. We exchanged smiles and then, "splash!" our respective attentions returned to the kids jumping from boulders into the deep end. She's right, the Sleeping Lady felt a lot like a summer camp for families and adults-- and I mean this in a good way. Instead of 4H mess hall meals, breakfast and dinner were three course affairs (and perfectly suited to even our gluten-free, vegetarian, young children needs). And, the views were phenomenal.

Evelyn was thrilled to stay in our little cabin and, as the resident "big girl," she got the alcove bed to herself. Chris and I loved the real sense of retreat as we stared up at the face of a mountain or listened to the wind rustle leaves or make huge pine branches sway. It really was an ideal "end of summer" getaway.

For his part, Henry is a new walker in every sense of the word. He no longer crawls at all and he prefers to walk on his own (rather than ride in a baby carrier). He has some newly minted toddler battle wounds that break my heart as his Mama. But, he's certainly found ways to enjoy himself.

We ventured the few miles into downtown Leavenworth several times and it is a charming tourist town for sure. We indulged in some handmade chocolates and Chris had a veggiewurst at the Beer Garden. Evelyn liked poking around in the Kris Kringle and Music Box shops. Downtown was just too much stimulation for Henry, though he really enjoyed some of the music.

Even with the time limitations of young children needing snacks, breaks, and naps, the getaway was wonderful. Some mountain air and excellent food and wine with the people we love. . . cheers!

Snapshot: Hand-made Fun

2011-08-24T14:38:00.000-07:00

Construction paper cut-outs ispired by Dinosaur Train: Mrs. Teranodon and her eggs.

One and Three

2011-08-22T16:06:00.000-07:00

Worse Than Smoke

2011-08-21T20:19:00.000-07:00

Most parents avoid exposing their children to smoke (I'm talking about the non-campfire variety here). We actually very rarely see anyone smoking where we live, but if we're standing around and notice that someone is smoking, we're likely to cross the street or find somewhere else to go. More pervasive than cigarette smoke, is the public chiding of one's spouse. You can cut the tension with a knife and depending on your level of awareness, it can ruin your nice family outing or your day at the beach.

I like to keep a positive tone here, but this really drives me nuts. So, here is my PSA: Attention strangers, neighbors, and acquaintances, it is incredibly awkward (and rather upsetting for my children) to witness your tense interaction with your spouse. If you can't handle going for more than an hour without belittling your partner, I am so sorry. It's even more sad when children are involved and seem totally unfazed by the situation because they're used to it. My kids, however, are not familiar with your squabbles. Please, save the passive-aggressive jabs and comments for a time when you'll be in private. You know, like therapy?

Was that too harsh? Ah well, I'll be back to my bright-side self next time.

Mama Cooks: Pretty as Potpourri

2011-08-19T19:11:00.000-07:00

This week, my CSA box contained an assortment of summer squashes. I learned that the vast majority of them were of the "patty pan" variety. To be honest, they look like the beautiful gourds I use to fill decorative bowls in the autumn, not unlike potpourri. As it turns out, many of these "gourds" are perfectly edible, flesh and all. Over the past year, I have expanded my squash repertoire well beyond the acorn and butternut varieties. Still, I hadn't had patty pan squash until tonight and I was nervous to prepare them.

Will they be hard to cut? I wondered. One tentative slice and I was relieved! They're very similar to zucchini. They were easy as can be to chop into 1/4 inch slices. Because I cook dairy-free, I just used olive oil, sea salt, and pepper but I imagine pasture butter would add nice flavor too. I sauteed the squash until soft-- but not mushy-- and slightly tan at the edges.

I served them with assorted salted potatoes and grilled chicken breast (field roast sausage for my vegetarian husband).

Enjoy!

Sunny Afternoon

2011-08-17T17:01:00.000-07:00

Last night was rather sleepless as Henry's molars work their way to the surface of his swollen gums. Sleep deprivation is a sure-fire way to increase my anxiety, so I decided that it would be best to get out of the house to enjoy some sunshine and good company.

Fortunately, some friends were free to meet with us and the kids had a lovely time riding a train and playing pretend together in a little house. Evelyn was especially excited about the outing because we decided to pack a lunch. She made her sandwich ("butter"-- earth balance spread and roasted turkey meat on Udi's gluten-free bread) all by herself. The earth balance container now resembles mashed potatoes, but Evelyn did it on her own!

A Life Lesson From a One-Year-Old

2011-08-12T22:10:00.001-07:00

Sometimes you have to go for it.

Geography Chats

2011-08-11T00:35:00.000-07:00

Lately, Evelyn and I have at least a couple of conversations involving maps, directions, and arrows each day. She loves to look at our planned routes on the car's navigation system: "Mom, can I see where the park is? And where are we now?" As we drive, Evelyn points out all of the signs and arrows she sees. She has had our street name memorized for a little while now, so it seems she'd like to expand her mental map. On the plus side, I'm learning the actual names of some of the streets we frequent (they're almost exclusively numbered, which is harder for me to remember having grown up in a historic town with actual names for each street).

She has recently figured out that "right" and "left" exist (as opposed to "this way" and "that way"). This discovery is certainly a nice step toward increasing clarity in our conversations. Perhaps the most exciting (and slightly confusing) discovery she's made, though, is the turning lane in the middle of the road. There are two opposing arrows. Which way are we supposed to go? We could ponder this for days.

Children Get Older

2011-08-08T23:04:00.000-07:00

Over the weekend, we attended an alumni event with the kids. The picnic coincided with Sea Fair weekend festivities, taking advantage of the amazing views from the hosts' home. We all had a great time, though the Blue Angels were a bit too loud for Henry's liking (and nap time was approaching) toward the end of the shin-dig. I'm glad we made it this year, as the previous three years we've been unable to make it-- apparently we've been quite busy with newborn, then summer travels, then another newborn. Whew!

And, if you (parents) ever want to throw your mind into a real tail spin, write your child's name followed by their potential year of graduation. It was just a cute little addition to the name sticker, class of '32, but it was crazy to think about my little ones all grown up and in college. . . of course, being "double legacies," they'll either really love our alma matter or they'll be really sick of hearing about it. Only time will tell!

A Little Muffin With Her Jam

2011-08-06T21:11:00.000-07:00

Evelyn ordered a bran muffin for lunch (it was huge!) at a cafe out in the country today. It was upstaged by the two cups of jam and the butter pad though. She spent the majority of lunch licking jam from her fingers (and the knife, when I wasn't looking). I'm glad she enjoyed it so much, but I'm even happier that she didn't stain her new little dress!

Snapshot: The Fun Zone

2011-08-03T22:17:00.001-07:00

Saltwater Air

2011-08-01T00:59:00.000-07:00

Have you had moments with your family which make you think to yourself, I am going to look back on this-- years from now-- and I will desperately miss this time? I've been lucky enough to have a few of those moments this weekend.

The easy smiles on my children's sun-kissed faces and the laughter between my husband and me as we dug our toes into the sand and admired the mountains across the Sound. . . I wish I could bottle that kind of happiness.

Henry: Thirteen Months

2011-07-28T20:09:00.000-07:00

At thirteen months, Henry can successfully climb any step he encounters and most ladders, too. Though his upward mobility, so to speak, is improving everyday, his main mode of transport is still crawling-- at lightening speed. He can stand on his own. He's been crusing for months. He walks if he has a hand to hold, but that's where he's drawn the line. It seems that Henry realizes he can get from point A to point B very quickly and very reliably when he crawls and this is satisfactory.

Henry has just recently learned to twist tops off of bottles and jars. He has opened my mascara, foundation, most of our markers, our dot paints, and an empty vitamin bottle in the recycling. Sometimes it feels like we have a little pick-pocket in our midst as Henry rifles through the drawers and bins around the house. Fortunately, we keep all of the dangerous things high out of reach. Unfortunately, toy stores do not always follow this protocal. Henry opened a tiny lincoln logs jar and was seconds away from dumping its contents all over the shop floor when I noticed what he was about to do.

Henry has also built upon some of his vocabulary. He'll now say simple sentences such as "Go walk" or "Go out." Also, I have no video proof, but I swear he's tried to say "I love you." If so, right back at you, Henry!

Snapshot: Summer "Harvest"

2011-07-19T23:31:00.000-07:00

This is the second year we've planted peas behind the house and Evelyn is enjoying them again! Fortunately, there are still plenty of flowers on the plants so we should see more pea pods soon.

Mama Cooks: Seasonally Inappropriate Dinner

2011-07-19T23:25:00.000-07:00

It was a balmy 61 degrees here in the Pacific Northwest today. There wasn't a stitch of blue in the sky this afternoon while I prepared dinner, so I opted to make something I typically save for the cooler months: a whole baked chicken. I like my chicken tender (who doesn't?) and flavorful. I use a simple "recipe" and it always turns out well.

one free-range, organic whole chicken
one cup organic olive oil
three large organic yams, sliced into "rings" (peeled, if you like)
one organic onion, diced
four organic carrots, chopped
kosher salt, pepper

Pour a little olive oil into glass baking dish, placing yam circles and half of the chopped onion on the bottom of the dish. Rinse the chicken and place into baking dish. Next, pour the remaining oil over the bird and sprinkle the rest of the onion and carrots into the dish. The chicken should be fairly covered with onion. Add a healthy dose of salt and pepper. Cover loosely with aluminum foil and bake at 450 degrees for about two hours. Enjoy!

Evelyn Turns Three!

2011-07-10T21:16:00.000-07:00

Evelyn at five months. This is one of my favorite photos.

Make a wish!

Full of life, spark, giggles, curiosity. . . I hope that "three" is a great year for her.

Give Him a Break

2011-07-06T21:41:00.000-07:00

Today marked 3.75 days of a miserably high fever for Henry. He has a double ear infection and he's just completely uncomfortable. This means he isn't sleeping well at night-- or during the day, for that matter. This evening, Chris pushed him in the swing while I finished cooking dinner. The swing offered a nice reprieve from the heat and it lulled Henry to sleep. Unfortunately, he woke up crying every time we tried to move him from the swing. Chris finally held Henry's head while he slept in the swing for a little while. My poor baby; I hope tonight bring some sleep and relief to him!

Officially Summer!

2011-07-05T21:21:00.000-07:00

While some parts of the country have been in full summer mode for at least a couple of weeks, the season isn't officially ushered into the Pacific Northwest until the fourth of July. Sweaters and jackets are still fair game throughout June here. This took some time to get used to but I certainly do appreicate the beautiful summer weather and crystal clear mountain views now that they're making their annual appearances. The collective happiness of our neighbors and fellow PNW-ers was palpable at the beach this weekend.

We were lucky enough to spend time this weekend with friends and still manage to create something pretty cool for Evelyn's upcoming birthday party/ family potluck extravaganza. Mum's the word, for now. I hope you had a spectacular long weekend as well!

Introducing . . .

2011-06-30T21:32:00.000-07:00

Now that she is almost three, Evelyn has reached the rank of pet owner. A couple of days ago, I took the kids to a pet shop so that Evelyn could choose a fish. I tried to really "talk up" the beta fish-- they were all packaged to go in small glass bowls and looked very low-maintenance. She was unimpressed by their solitude. Evelyn decided on a fancy goldfish with a white body and orange face. We chose a nice little tank with a filter and Evelyn picked out colorful rocks (blue, like the ocean) and artificial plants. She also added a miniature eiffel tour, but only because none of the castles would fit in our tank.

Dorothy, or-- as I am inclined to say-- Dotty, is everything I can handle in a pet. She is silent, easily contained, and brings joy and pride to my little girl. Score! Evelyn gets to feed her pet and turn on and off her light at various times of the day. Evie also talks to Dorothy and shows off her art projects. Perhaps the best thing about goldfish is that they are fantastic listeners. And Evelyn certainly has a lot to say.

A shark! No, it's just Henry, hoping for some goldfish action.

First Kiss on a Friday

2011-06-24T21:04:00.000-07:00

Henry has learned a few new "tricks." Some are dangerous (see below) while others are purely adorable. In the heart-melting category, Henry can now shake his head "no" and say "uh uh" and he tries to blow kisses. He is very good at blowing out. He also learned to give a kiss. I was the lucky (and happy) recipient.

Henry climbed up the step stool and hoisted himself onto the hallway bathroom's counter. He then crawled into the sink.

Almost A Break

2011-06-23T00:15:00.000-07:00

It's amazing how much one's perspective can change when deprived of sleep and any semblance of personal space. I scurried off to the dentist today with a smile on my face. Yes, I knew that I would need at least three shots and I really don't like them. I also really don't like the sound of a drill coming from inside my mouth. Still, my dentist does offer digital TV.

What would I like to watch? I had no idea what was on since, if it isn't Mr. Roger's re-runs or an occasional Caillou, we rarely watch TV before 9 PM. I watched a retired couple look for a second home on HGTV. It wasn't the worst way to spend an hour.

Mama Cooks: First Day of Summer!

2011-06-21T19:28:00.000-07:00

We're enjoying some gorgeous summer weather in our corner of the country, and what better way to ring in the season than with dinner outdoors?

On the menu tonight:

Halibut: pan seared for two or three minutes (black pepper, kosher salt, olive oil) and baked for 15 minutes at 350 degrees. Squeeze fresh lemon juice to taste.
Jasmine Rice
Simple Vegetable Stir-fry: swiss chard, carrots, celery, garlic, onion, oil, ginger, salt, pepper, tamari sauce to taste.

Add in a tired baby, a heaping helping of energetic little girl, and a glass of Prosecco. Cheers!

I Couldn't Have Imagined . . .

2011-06-19T20:44:00.000-07:00

This beautiful boy. I knew I would love him, but I had no idea how much.

Henry at One Year: The Whirlwind!

2011-06-16T15:38:00.000-07:00

You've probably noticed that the bulk of my posts in recent weeks is of the photographic variety. This is no accident. Henry, newly one year old, requires constant attention. This is certainly normal baby-becoming-toddler behavior. He wants to engage with me, point at things, try out words, read books of his own choosing, play with Evelyn in ways that require a little physical help, and practice walking. Oh yes, and he also wants to be outside as often and for as long as possible. Henry is avid grass/pine cone/ dirt eater. And, like his sister before him, he has reached the stage of the Car seat Olympian. Back-arching and ear-piercing screams are his specialty when Henry does not want to do something. This little guy means business! Bribes rarely work (I've tried handing him toys, books, snacks while buckling him in, but he is no fool).

Henry is now twenty pounds and about twenty-nine inches tall. He has eight teeth (four on top, four on the bottom) and he loves using them to eat all manner of food (and outdoor objects, see above). Recently, Henry has discovered that blueberries are scrumptious. He also likes coconut yogurt, peaches, pears, brown rice pasta, kidney beans, and chicken. Avocados are still a favorite. For his birthday, he enjoyed a fruit tart topped with blueberries and he thought it was quite good-- we also got one for Evelyn and she told us that it was delicious. The cutest sight: Evelyn and Henry "blowing" out candles together. Henry just learned to blow and he does it the same way his sister does. . . he tucks in his lower lip and makes an exaggerated "fff" sound. Happy Birthday, Henry!

Henry's Take: Chattanooga Trip

2011-06-15T21:58:00.000-07:00

Frozen coconut bars really hit the spot when it is 97 degrees outside!

Shape sorters are very exciting for Henry right now. He played with this at least a dozen times each day.

Henry had a fever on-and-off throughout the week (thank you, airplane germs!), so he spent a lot of time in my arms.

"I wear my sunglasses at night . . . "

Henry and the dog leash.

Henry at the Children's Museum. He enjoyed taking the little trucks from this exhibit and tossing them on the floor, one by one.

Evelyn's Take: Chattanooga Trip

2011-06-13T22:34:00.000-07:00

Let's cook!

Evelyn by Ruby Falls on Lookout Mountain

Evelyn's first fish! A sunfish (still alive and happy in the river).

Evelyn goes kayaking!

Ready to head home!

Happy Birthday, Henry!

2011-06-13T22:26:00.001-07:00

One year ago, the sweetest little boy came into this world.

Art Projects!

2011-06-03T16:47:00.000-07:00

While Henry slept, Evelyn and I built a house.

Evelyn decided that our house was really a tree house-- with a light fixture.

Bed, blanket, curtains . . . she has an eye for detail.

Family Hike

2011-05-29T22:15:00.000-07:00

We decided to head out for a family hike this weekend. In a miraculous turn of events, we made it out of the house before 10:30 AM (and we didn't even forget any shoes, jackets, or snacks). Thankfully, this relatively early start time meant that Henry was ready for a nap when we arrived. Chris wore Henry in one of our Ergos and after about 1/3 mile, Henry was sound asleep. Evelyn was giddy at the prospect of a little exploration. She had plenty to say, which meant that we didn't exactly make friends with wildlife. That's OK; I didn't really want to see a cougar while out with little ones.

Hello, squishy slug.

A Few of Henry's Favorite Things

2011-05-25T17:44:00.000-07:00


Climbing and climbing-related shenanigans! Henry loves to climb up the step stool and brush his teeth.


Music! Henry (still) loves Caspar Babypants. He pats his legs to the rhythm when we sing at home.

He loves tossing, rolling, and "catching" the ball!


Henry likes to draw (and then he enjoys a few bites of his art supplies).

Snapshot: Shorts!

2011-05-21T15:03:00.000-07:00

A Long Journey

2011-05-19T22:25:00.000-07:00

I went to my first post-partum support group this evening. It's taken eleven months to reach the point that I'm able to hear the experiences of other women and talk openly about my own experiences. I'm glad I went. I will go again.

When "Helpful Hints" Don't Help

2011-05-15T14:44:00.000-07:00

Nothing beckons "helpful hints" and tips from family, friends, and even strangers like pregnancy and childbirth. Pregnant women and new mothers are in transition.  We often think, read, and talk a lot about the ways in which their worlds are changing. This information-seeking and dialoguing is one very common way to prepare for the life-changing process of adding another human being to the world. I received great advice from time to time and I still appreciate it. Still, the best "advice" was actually what I gleaned through observation. The happiest and healthiest babies and Moms I saw while caring for children were those who were in sync. Breastfeeding, responding to their babies' cries, and cosleeping were very often the common denominators. I read every book and article that spoke to me and I kept my eyes open. I feel comfortable with where this has led me.

When advice is so abundant that it seems to seep out of the woodwork, however, we're left to sift through and discern whether or not to file it away for later.  And, in the event of blatant bad advice, we can't always keep those pesky words at bay in the middle of the night when we're worrying that we've made a wrong turn somewhere along the way.

Once the baby has arrived, some people may find it near impossible to keep mum if you do things differently from them.  Many mothers have found the "Pass the Bean Dip" strategy to be invaluable. Basically, you remain positive while standing your ground (don't defend yourself, justify your actions as a parent, etc) and change the subject or move the conversation along. For instance, if a relative or friend (or neighbor or coworker, etc) asks something like "Is she a good baby? Does she sleep through the night for you?" you just smile and say "She's a wonderful baby! Thanks, please pass the bean dip." In this example, I may initially feel that I need to explain why we're not sleep-training, but an explanation opens the conversation to debate. If pressed, you remain positive but firm.  There is no need to defend your infant or yourself. A simple "I know that you love us. This (nursing, cosleeping, not spanking, etc) works for our family and it's not up for debate" will do. Be brave. I'm still working on that part.

Henry: Eleven Months Old

2011-05-14T11:55:00.000-07:00

Half-way through May?

2011-05-14T10:10:00.000-07:00

Henry is already eleven months old! My sweet "newborn" crawls at the speed of the light, climbs up steps (and usually back down), and has begun to say words. He loves "d" and "b" sounds, so we're hearing a lot of "Dada" and "dig" along with plenty of mimicing. Henry is starting to dance a little when we turn up the music and sing and dance around. It's adorable to see his smiling face turning side to side as he bounces up and down. He also does the hand motions to "Itsy Bitsy Spider" and many of the signs to the song we sing (and sign) at Toddler Group: "The More We Get Together." He is very proud of himself and claps enthusiastically when he's done.

Evelyn, for her part, has come up with some new "Evelynisms." Currently, she likes to say that things are "neat, cool." For example, "look at my neat, cool sneakers!" They are pretty neat. . . and cool. In other news, we have tickets for a cross-country flight and the idea of being in a confined space while strangers exchange looks of "please, don't let those kids sit near me!" makes my heart race, to say the least. Evelyn was an excellent traveller at about 14 months and I hope she'll do well with books, snacks, and maybe a movie or two. Henry, on the other hand, may not be so content. I hope I'm wrong. I'll leave you with this (joy on a stick):

More Artwork

2011-05-10T20:08:00.000-07:00

Drawing by Evelyn (hand by Henry).

Evelyn Bakes

2011-05-10T20:04:00.000-07:00

Evelyn and I took advantage of some Mother-daughter time while Henry napped this afternoon. We decided to bake something. "We have all the 'gredients!" Evelyn shouted happily, as I opened our baking cupboard to see what we could make. We did have ingredients for a number of "made from scratch" recipes, but I knew our time was limited. Evelyn agreed to make cookies and frosting. She loves helping to pour in the dry and wet ingredients and switch the kitchenaid mixer. The sugar cookie mix and vanilla frosting mix we used are from Cherrybrook Kitchen. Hooray for gluten-free, egg-free, dairy-free cookies that taste pretty great!

Dance like no one is watching

2011-05-07T20:30:00.000-07:00

Just for Daddy

2011-05-05T22:49:00.000-07:00

"I'm drawing for my Daddy!"

A little girl with a hat, inside a heart.

Snapshot: Spring flowers

2011-04-29T16:55:00.000-07:00

The Joy of Dirt

2011-04-29T00:10:00.000-07:00

Today was supposed to be quite glum, if the weather reports were to be believed. Fortunately, I am an optimist and we met up with friends at a local park with the hope that the rain would hold off for at least an hour. Well, three hours later, we left-- satisfied with the sun breaks and the giggles and good conversation. Being outdoors is good for the soul. Even better if there is a puddle to splash, rocks to toss into a lake, and dirt to spare. Later, while it was still not raining, we played outside in the garden beds.

One of Evelyn's favorite past times is digging. She digs with a real sense of purpose. "I'm doing my work right now," she tells me. Often, the dirt is transferred from the earth into a blue tin pail and then back again. Sometimes it is scattered about the back deck or the sidewalk. It always finds its way underneath Evelyn's fingernails and forms a little smear across one of her cheeks or her forehead as she wipes wisps of hair away from her face.

Today, Henry decided to embrace the goodness of this dirt. Dressed warmly in a hand-me-down fleece suit, he took about seven steps with an outdoor push toy before dropping to his knees and crawling with a vengeance toward the nearest garden bed. He squished and smooshed the soil in his chubby little land and looked thoroughly pleased with himself. He tasted the dirt and protested as I fished it back out of his mouth. I sat on the grass next to him and we tickled our hands with blades of grass. I took pine cone after stick after pine cone out of his mouth. How can we possibly know what something is without tasting it? Henry's eyes asked. All the while, Evelyn dug little holes and trenches among the lilacs and roses. It was quite a lovely way to pass the afternoon really. By the time we went inside to wash our hands and begin dinner, Henry and Evelyn were both noticeably content, relaxed even. And, they were covered in dirt.

The Sweetest Word

2011-04-26T20:37:00.000-07:00

With arms reaching up, Henry said "Ma ma." Twice. My heart melted and I scooped him up and shouted to Chris. You see, I have been asking Henry to say "Mama" since the day he was born. He's been saying "Dada" for months.

Beautiful Day for an Egg Hunt!

2011-04-23T14:30:00.000-07:00

Our neighborhood gathered together for a Spring Parade and Egg Hunt today and the weather couldn't have been more cooperative! Aside from an initial case of "I'm terrified of all costumed creatures and won't go near that Bunny," Evelyn really warmed up to the idea of the Egg Hunt and she had a fantastic time. Henry enjoyed banging eggs together. He also loved the long stroller ride and fell asleep on the way home from the trails.

Henry finds an egg!

Snapshot: Like Mother, Like Daughter

2011-04-22T17:06:00.000-07:00

Mama Cooks: A Variation on a Theme

2011-04-22T10:35:00.000-07:00

Fresh ingredients

At least once or twice each week, I make a coconut curry. It is one of the best dinner solutions for our family's needs (gluten-free, egg-free, dairy-free, vegetarian). Also, it fulfills my major preference for only using one (maybe two if you include the rice) pot!

This recipe serves as the starting point and I tweak it depending on our CSA farm box or our preferences. One thing is for sure, the curry definitely involves kale or swiss chard! This time around, I used zucchini, swiss chard, sugar snap peas, mushrooms, onion, tofu, coconut milk, and red chili paste (with some other spices).

Evelyn's version: Uncooked tofu strips, fresh snap peas, plain rice

Voila!

Snapshot: It's story time, Henry!

2011-04-20T20:51:00.000-07:00

Songs of Childhood

2011-04-20T08:53:00.000-07:00

Row, row, row your airplanes
wearily down my dream!

Round and round and round we go
life's a but a dream!

Protecting our Kids

2011-04-18T23:19:00.000-07:00

My little girl is going to have a scar. It will be on her face, above the the sweetly arched eyebrows and big blue eyes. Hopefully, with time it will fade. We'll keep it out of the sun as best we can. Still, I hate that it is there and I am helpless.

Evelyn tripped into our Radio Flyer wagon over the weekend and when she screamed I felt it in my gut that something was wrong. I watched her as she ran in bright yellow boots across the grass. I saw her as she fell but I couldn't protect her. When I scooped her up into my arms and carried her in the house, I was shaking. I'd never seen a deep laceration in person before. My husband, who is one of three boys, assured me that he'd seen worse. Still, my baby is two years old and it looked like she missing part of her forehead. It was upsetting.

The cut has been stitched and the doctor has told us that it is healing nicely. I'm keeping it covered by a bandage. It is hard to look at, to be honest, and so it remains covered. For now, at least I can protect her from unwanted comments or questions. Evelyn is quite mature, socially, and she is incredibly perceptive. She is also brave (she held completely still while the doctor "fixed" her boo-boo in the Emergency Room) and confident and I know that this scar won't hold her back. Hopefully it will heal quickly.

Snapshot: Henry and Evelyn

2011-04-17T22:18:00.000-07:00

Henry holds the marvelous crayons.

Check out Henry's sweet socks (hand-me-downs of course).

Ten Months Old

2011-04-14T20:52:00.000-07:00

At ten months, Henry still loves the band Caspar Babypants. Nothing, aside from the breast, puts him to sleep or calms him down like Caspar Babypants. Snuggle him into the Ergo and press "play" and Henry will usually put his blonde little head right down for some sleep while you bounce around for a bit. Evelyn went through a similar phase at this age, but she preferred the Indigo Girls ("Closer to Fine").

Henry has also recently mastered the ability to climb. He can now scale the little bookshelf, the children's picnic table, and the couch-- if he can climb onto a basket or small chair to reach it. This skill makes me very nervous, as it's really only a matter of time before he climbs onto something and falls before I can reach him. In other "big boy" news, Henry loves rice pasta, chicken (baked and then shredded), mango, apple, avocado, and basically anything we put in front of him. He strongly prefers to feed himself and he does a pretty good job. If we aren't paying close enough attention, Henry has begun to squeal and then sign "more" with his hands. He also signs "milk" and we're working on "up," "water," (he loves to drink from a cup) and "all done."

I can't quite remember exactly when Evelyn's attention span developed to the point that she could listen to mulitple books, but it seems that Henry is more interested listening and looking for at least a few moments before resorting to his favorite sense and tasting the book. This is a welcome development because it's been a tough adjustment for Evelyn and me to try to come up with a new reading routine that works for Henry too.

Yawn! It's hard to wait for carrot-watermelon soup.

Something Right

2011-04-12T14:43:00.000-07:00

My cold has become a wicked sore throat and it's certainly outlasted its welcome. Unfortunately, this leaves me with less energy and less patience than I usually need for our day-to-day routines and activites. After our walk around the neighborhood and some play time in the back yard this morning, we came into the kitchen for snack. Evelyn had a small homemade brownie and some milk while Henry fussed in my arms. He was ready for his afternoon nap. I decided to grab a quick lunch for myself while Evelyn finished her snack, but Henry's flailing arms nixed that idea. My rice crackers (an entire package) landed all over the kitchen floor.

Usually, I stay calm and pretty positive in the midst of accidents like this. This time, however, I said "Oh no!" without thinking. Evelyn must have decided that I looked pretty distraught. She said "It's OK, Mom. I'll help you clean it up. It's just an accident. Sometimes people spill crackers. It's OK." She hopped down from her chair and began scooping up crackers. We swept the floor together. Her compassion totally made me feel better. It was nice to have some help. It was also just so validating to see that Chris and I must be doing something right to be raising such a considerate and thoughtful daughter (most of the time, that is).