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celebrating holidays

11 Apr

Now it’s April and many holidays have come and gone since I last blogged. And I didn’t celebrate a single one of them. Crap! I’ve felt like I’ve been kind of in a no-man’s land of holiday celebrations for the last few years where Mike and I are too old for it to be cute anymore and (more recently) the baby is too young to know what’s going on, so we do nothing. But I actually really miss it. I mean, the only holidays we really “do” anymore are Thanksgiving and Christmas, which leaves a whole lotta year with nothing going on.

I got to thinking about it this last weekend (Easter), when once again I hadn’t planned anything at all but one of my friends invited us over for dinner and a plastic egg hunt for the kiddies – and you know what, it was really nice. I think maybe we humans need these periodic celebrations to help focus us on important things to be thankful for like family, friends, and our amazing food supply and to help psychologically mark and honor the passage of time and seasons. Otherwise everything is just the same all the time and the years just kind of blur together. We don’t have harvest celebrations anymore really, but it seems like we’ve retained the want for *something* to celebrate so we do silly things like the weird mainstream co-option of holidays like Groundhog Day and St. Patrick’s Day and Cinco de Mayo.

Well that got a little long winded and brain vomit-y. The short version is that I want to get back in the rhythm of celebrating the passage of the year, being aware and present in each season, savoring the time I’ve been given on this planet, appreciating my family and friends, and teaching my little one. 🙂 I’m going to start planning our May Day right now.

I wanted to write this without sounding like a pretentious asshole and I don’t think I quite succeeded. Oh well.  If I sit on it with the hopes of editing it I know I’ll just never publish it though, so here goes.

And for sticking with me, here’s a picture of the baby dressed up on Easter:


it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas

17 Dec

Around the house:

We have some gel cling thingies on the window and the other morning when I woke up the sun was projecting them onto the curtain. Looked kinda spiffy.

o christmas tree
Can you spot the random upside down misplaced ornament? And assorted bare spots? Thanks, baby girl! 🙂 I’m trying not to be OCD about it like I normally would be – just ask my little sister, who I used to make cry because I would move every single ornament she put on the tree when we were kids because “you didn’t put it in the right spot!!”

mini me tree
This was our only tree for quite a few years of apartment living. Now it’s our bonus tree.

everyone's procrastinating on cards this year apparently
For our own cards, I decided to do photo cards this year since there are a bunch of family who don’t stalk the baby on my flickr page and who I thought might like to see the baby/us. Anyway, I used the CVS website to design a card and had them printed at a local store. The website was a tad finicky, but it was really very easy, fast, inexpensive, and the cards look great, so I wanted to give them a little plug. Got them all out in the mail today. 🙂


chirp chirp

Parties and Santa Claus:

What’s that song? You’d better not shout, you’d better not cry? Guess someone’s getting coal this year. ;P I kid, I kid.


oliver who
I knitted a stuffed owl for my friend’s son. Glad I remembered to get a picture before I gave it to him! It turned out so well I might make something for my own kid. The pattern is Oliver Who from Little Knitted Creatures by Amy Gaines.


17 Dec

We’ve been a bit topsy turvy lately so I haven’t posted in awhile. The baby had emergency surgery for an incarcerated umbilical hernia a day or two after my last post. It was an exhausting ordeal involving lots of vomit, the ER, an ambulance transfer to the children’s hospital, surgery under general anesthesia, multiple failed IVs, an overnight hospital stay, and some new gray hairs for me and Mike. At least the baby’s only memory of it will (hopefully) be the tiny little scar under her belly button.


postop from an incarcerated umbilical hernia
My brave little baby sleeping the anesthesia off post-op.

Being a parent is some seriously scary shit sometimes.

odds and ends

1 Dec

baby stuff
Another mini photo shoot in the backyard today. There was definitely a nip in the air, but the baby insisted on staying outside even though her hands were red and cold.

I think her face looks really mature here for some reason. A little glimpse into what she’s going to look like?


Well, that’s one way to get down.


She does this all the time. She points with her arm up and her finger down, gesturing like she’s trying to encompass everything she can see, and saying “dziss.” Who knows what’s going through that little brain? It’s pretty cute though.


Apparently, buttered potatoes are disgusting and must be spit out immediately, but mulch is a fine delicacy.


photography stuff
I ran around trying to be all artsy fartsy. Click to enlarge if that kind of thing turns you on.










food stuff
I’ve been indulging myself with a little more baking lately since ’tis the season and all. My sister got me this awesomely old school hippie dessert cookbook from the 70’s that is full of whole wheat flour, honey, carob, and awkwardly posed photos. I made some cinnamon cookies last night that turned out just ok, but dude. Duuuuuude. Check out this picture.


It’s from the recipe for Strawberries Romanoff and the recipe description says, “This is a perfect dessert to be created and served by the hostess from a teacart or dining room table while guests look on and admire.” Which is of course why they chose for the photo a stiffly posed, extremely dour looking man who is standing alone in what appears to be a recreation of Thomas Jefferson’s kitchen (seriously, check out that fireplace behind him with the massive cauldron hanging in it). Maybe I’m just too easily amused.


Fake Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving this year was hosted at my aunt’s house, so I didn’t get to do any cooking or have any leftovers. Sad face. So after we got home I knocked out a mini Thanksgiving dinner of our own. I got a split turkey breast with bone and skin and then stuffed fresh herbs and garlic under the skin, drizzled it with butter, and roasted it. The gravy is a roux of butter and sprouted flour with homemade chicken stock and finished up with a squeeze of lemon and the juices from the roasted turkey breast. At the same time as I roasted the turkey I also roasted some delicata squash from my CSA that I tossed with a little melted butter, brown sugar, and pie spice. The green beans are my new favorite green bean recipe which I’ll probably write up separately because they are YUMMAY, but just for a visual they are wilty and have caramelized onions.  In the middle of the plate is cranberry apple sauce based on this recipe brightened up with a little orange zest and juice and sweetened with coconut palm sugar.

The baby and I were eating the leftovers and I was feeding her little pieces of turkey with the gravy when she decided that two could play this game and she started grabbing green beans off my plate and feeding them to me. PRETTY DARN CUTE.

some crappy cell phone pictures

21 Nov


She might look innocent, but right after I took this picture a little girl tried to elbow in on her space and my sweet little baby GROWLED at her. Teeth bared and everything. It worked – the other girl tucked her tail and skedaddled. As a mama bear, I was kinda proud.


put the baby to sleep and noticed a certain similarity...

Put the baby to sleep tonight and noticed a certain striking similarity.

backyard shenanigans

13 Nov

Rainbow legwarmers make every outfit a little more fabulous.


When attempting to climb stairs almost as big as you are, a good walking stick is a must.


Sunkissed baby.


She scaled the boulders for the first time and was so pleased with herself that she broke out in a crinkle-nosed grin and started doing a happy dance. Not pictured here: the grin or the happy dance.


My budding naturalist/mulch-eater found this caterpillar for us. Yesterday I learned that caterpillars don’t actually sprout wings and become butterflies – instead, they liquefy into a messy pile of DNA that the butterfly is then assembled out of. It’s kind of like a phoenix, only, you know, disgusting.