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.

holiday spice cranberry blondies

20 Nov

Sometimes I like to bake in the evening after the baby goes to bed. It kind of destresses me. I try to make not-too-evil stuff by using unrefined sugars, good fats, and sprouted, whole grain, or nut flours.  I mean, I still wouldn’t call it super healthy, but at least I don’t feel like I’m killing us all with love. Tonight I went all Thanksgiving-y and the results were deeelicious.  The base was a plain jane blondie recipe I copied out of a cookbook I got out of the library, but I changed some ingredients and the method, so at this point I guess the recipe is really mine, eh?

(I like to give credit where it’s due for any recipes I post, so the cookbook is Essential Eating by Janie Quinn – which is good for some of the recipes, but if you try to read it for nutrition advice, writing style, or even internal consistency you’ll drive yourself crazy).

holiday spice cranberry blondie

makes 8 big blondies or 12 small ones

1/3 cup butter
1 cup coconut palm sugar or maple sugar (or maybe brown sugar?)
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 cup sprouted wheat flour or whole wheat flour
1/4 tsp salt
1 tsp baking powder
2 tsp pie spice
1/2 cup dried sweetened cranberries

1. Preheat oven to 350 and generously butter a 9×9 inch pan.
2. Melt the butter and then mix in the sugar, egg, and vanilla.
3. In a separate bowl mix together the flour, salt, baking powder, and pie spice.
4. Add the dry ingredients to the wet and mix until combined. Stir in the cranberries. The dough will be very thick.
5. Spread the dough into the buttered pan, being sure to get it in the corners.
6. Bake for 20 minutes.
7. Do a little dance of impatience as the pan cools for a few minutes, then slice and devour. I think a mug of rooibos tea would have gone nicely as well.

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.