Thursday, November 27, 2008
It is absolutely true what they say about babies preferring household objects to toys. E adores Cheerio boxes and water bottles. My SIL came across a study about this - she says it's because the household object is more of a blank slate, and therefore stimulates the imagination more.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I'm worried that Facebook is going to overtake Blogger. It's the lazy (wo)man's Blogger. On Facebook, you can toss off witty one-liners instead of writing a fully-baked blog post. It's a low-effort way to keep in touch and keep up with other people's lives.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. When I read Please Excuse My Daughter, I came across the Jewish concept of kinehora. I realized I had been an unwitting adherent of kinehora for years. Basically, people who believe in kinehora won't acknowledge aloud the good things in their lives for fear that they will be taken away. It's very superstitious. And so am I! So I won't enumerate the good things in my life, but I'm grateful for them.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I *still* feel a little guilty about E's circumcision, but D's cousin's husband told me a story that put my mind at ease. He said his friend wasn't circumcised, and is too afraid to do it now, but he wishes it had been done when he was a baby. I told him how E has a new habit of grabbing his man parts in the bath and digging his nails in a little. I trim his talons religiously, but his poor man parts still get a bit red.
D's cousin's husband: He's going to be tough!
Me (changing topic without segue): And he's huge!
D's cousin's husband: Really!
Of course, I just meant E's size in general. He is almost 6 months old and wearing 12-month clothing.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Sweet Potato Risotto - You have to try this recipe for the whole family! Easily adaptable to feed the 8 month old + baby, sweet potato risotto is a meal in itself and very very tasty!
2 medium sweet potatoes
¼ cup olive oil, divided
4 cups hot vegetable stock, divided
½ cup finely chopped onion
1 tablespoon minced garlic
1½ cups arborio rice (12-ounce package)
¾ cup white wine (white grape juice will suffice)
1 tablespoon fresh rosemary
1½ teaspoons thyme leaves
3 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese
1 teaspoon salt
¾ teaspoons black pepper
Preheat oven to 350 F.
Peel sweet potatoes and cut in half. Cut half the sweet potatoes into ¼-inch diced and set aside. Cut the remaining sweet potatoes into 1-inch chunks. Toss with 1 tablespoon olive oil and roast until soft about 30 minutes. Puree in a food processor with ¼ cup chicken stock. Reserve.
In a large saucepan heat remaining 3 tablespoons oil, and sauté onion and small diced sweet potatoes over medium high heat. Cook about 3 minutes until softened but not browned. Add garlic and arborio rice and cook 2-3 minutes stirring frequently. Stir in wine or white grape juice. Cook, stirring until completely absorbed.
In the same manner add hot stock, ½ cup at a time, stirring until each addition is completely absorbed and stock is used up. Add sweet potato puree, rosemary, thyme, butter and Parmesan. Simmer on low for 10 minutes or until your risotto is soft and all liquid has been absorbed! Season to taste with pepper if desired.
Of course, I'll have to make it when D is away or something, since he hates all vegetables in the orange family (except carrots). My mother said once that couples never like all the same food. However, we are both vegetarians and both usually dislike eggplant.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
After class, my friend and I went to Cosi where I got a tasty salad with pistachios and grapes in it, and then we headed to Central Park. It's one of my favorite places in the city, but I haven't been there since E was born. We sat and talked near Strawberry Fields, and we were looking at these black, gnarled trees with bright yellow leaves and all these picturesque pathways. It's one of those places where you can't tell you're in the city. It definitely cleared the gunk out of my soul.
Then our bathtub overflowed. D started to fill the tub while I stripped E down for his bath. We both got distracted, chatting, and suddenly there was an ocean on the (hardwood) hallway floor. We sprang into action with a mop, but it was ineffectual. So we grabbed towels and started sopping up the mess and wringing them out. Then maintenance appeared, unbidden, and helped out. Apparently the people who lived beneath us had alerted them.
The bathtub problem is fixed now. Hopefully the computer will be soon, too.
Friday, November 14, 2008
I saw EH strolling down the avenue where I live, looking very debonair. He has gained maybe 5 pounds, bringing him up from "gaunt" to "thin." He looked good.
I do feel like I know him by now. Maybe I should arrange a play date with E and his kids? I heard he just had a new baby...
And he lives just a few blocks away (or so I'm told).
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Some dude hit on me when I was pushing E in his stroller - a bizarre occurrence. Some women have written in books that men back away from strollers as if they were a disease. That has not been my experience, but this was the first time some guy said in front of the stroller that I was "cute," "looked like the girl in that Woody Allen movie, Take the Money and Run" and asked if I wanted "to go talk somewhere." I'm not sure the Janet Margolin comparison was accurate, but I'll take it. I guess we look alike in the "long dark hair" sense.
Pics of E forthcoming...
Sunday, November 09, 2008
I had my first drink since June '07 - a strawberry margarita at a restaurant near here. Actually, I just had a few sips. It was D's drink. He was very magnanimous.
Fall is usually my favorite season, but it can be depressing too. I guess the leaves falling are a natural metaphor for death. (Sorry, that is incredibly morbid.) We did just receive news that 2 people died - I didn't know either of them, but I know people affected by it. I do think the person calling should've held the news till we got home, but this person is not very, um, trainable.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Last night was not the best. E is generally sleeping 8 hours a night, but last night he did about 6, and D came to bed much later than me, waking me up, and then snoring a little (though he flipped on his side, which solved the problem). I really would not mind sleeping for, like, a week. Or a day.
I got my roots done yesterday (some gray was coming in again) and I have to say, having your hair washed by someone else is deeply relaxing. I nearly drifted off then and there. Though the hair-washing girl seemed to take my decision not to get the "treatment" (post-color application that smells like chemical berries and makes me sneeze, and also costs $25) personally. The hairdresser, by contrast, was sympathetic to the whole allergy issue.
Am reading a good book - The Sharper Your Knife, The Less You Cry. The somewhat ominous title just refers to slicing onions.