Potatoes in the Mist

This is one of my old dolls, wearing a jumpsuit crocheted by my late aunt. She made a lot of amazing outfits for my dolls, as well as afghans for the whole family. I'm reading Silver Girl by Elin Hilderbrand. Her books always taste like potato chips to me. She has another one coming out on June 25th. I can't wait.

I think some gender differences are innate. Eric was never very interested in clothes. Zoe brings me shorts and shoes daily. Her favorite shorts are pink with white polka dots. Her favorite shoes are pink Mary Janes with appliqued flowers on them. Her biggest disappointment is not being able to wear two pairs of shorts, or two pairs of shoes, at once.

So this blog will be eight years old in June. (They grow up so fast.) I got thinking about this because I looked up the yoga studio website where I got my teacher certification. It was a central part of my life when I started the blog - its teachers, its politics, its classes. Now I couldn't care less (about that studio). I do yoga at home and am busy with my two children. I wonder what changes the next eight years will bring.

Those little Table Talk pies you can get for 69 cents at Gristedes? Really good.

which she actually seems to love!

Today the organizer came. At first she came for free, because we won her services at an auction to benefit E's school, and then she started coming on a paid basis once a month or so. We have a walk-in closet near the front hall that was cluttered beyond belief, like an archaeological dig. Now you can actually walk into it and there are empty shelves! Yes. Today she did E's closet, which also looks beautiful. The non walk-in closets are a lot faster to clean. It looks like someone waved a magic wand over it. When she comes next, in late June, we will tackle one of the other three closets. (We do have a decent amount of closet space for New York.) If you do have the opportunity to hire an organizer, I recommend it.

A couple cute moments from yesterday. Eric walked up to me, beaming. "I look just like you!" he said, and then gave me a hug. Zoe was watching Funny Face (Fred Astaire/Audrey Hepburn musical) and was inspired to do a little dancing herself. She started twirling in little circles, then did a little moonwalk across the floor.

I finally caved and got Z a leash. It looks much better than it sounds. It's a little plush elephant backpack and the leash is the elephant's tail. She seems to love it. She did take a little spill while walking with it this morning, but the fall was unrelated to the leash. I figure it is just part of walking. I had really mixed feelings about getting it, but it was becoming necessary because she has learned to stand up in the stroller and climb out of it, even with the straps fastened. A few people commented on how cute she was, walking with it, so I guess it doesn't look barbaric.

So I do have strep. The doctor gave me some powerful form of penicillin that the "infectious disease people" recommend. It did start working right away. When I got to CVS, prepared for a long line, the pharmacist pulled me aside for a consult and told me, with a serious face, not to drink for the 2 weeks I am taking the meds, etc. I was a little startled because I know the pharmacist's name, he fills all our prescriptions as well as our in-laws', and I've never seen him looking so solemn. If I get strep again, I might have to get my tonsils taken out. I'm reading A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki (who also wrote My Year of Meats , which I didn't read), and Diana Gabaldon's Dragonfly in Amber (the second book in the Outlander series). I didn't really care for the first one, but this one is really pulling me in.