I first heard about Eat Pray Love from my sis in law, the classiest lady I have ever known. She loved the book, the movie, and then introduced me to the soundtrack, which to I listened, hummed, loved. Then my Mamma came to visit across the ocean and gave me the Eat Pray Love book. It sits on top of my eternally cool toilet tank. I catch snippets from it then and there and can officially say: "I see why people love this book, but it's a bit too cutesy for my taste."
That's all I have to say about this book, but thank you for trying.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Jewel Box
You could give anything in the world: lamb ribs, red wine, a beach in New Zealand, a year abroad; however, I would never, in a trillion years, take it in exchange for a rainy day, cuddling in bed with my husband and baby boy watching movies. There is nothing that compares to that. Nothing.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I Told You So
Have you ever had a moment where you want to say to someone,"I knew this was going to happen" or, in similar context "I told you so"?. If you are married or in a long term relationship, especially with a man, than I'm sure this rings familiar.
I love my husband. We have a very strong bond that neither time or anti-glue agent could disband. But, forgive him, he is a boy, and sometimes he is unaware of dangers and concerns that only a highly neurotic new mother is aware of. Case in point: The Truck.
We bought the Truck a few months ago and despite a mechanic's assurance that the Truck was in excellent health, last week we had to replace the head gaskets, which costs a few thousand dollars, shitty, to be modest.
Today we tried to take the truck up the mountain to visit a very beautiful place where H-Man works and where he wanted very much to show his wife the aforementioned beauty. I thought, and gently suggested that perhaps, since we just got the head gaskets replaced, that maybe we shouldn't drive the truck into the wilderness, perhaps we should drive it around our neighborhood and see what happens.
I don't think I need to narrate what transpired.
I love my husband. We have a very strong bond that neither time or anti-glue agent could disband. But, forgive him, he is a boy, and sometimes he is unaware of dangers and concerns that only a highly neurotic new mother is aware of. Case in point: The Truck.
We bought the Truck a few months ago and despite a mechanic's assurance that the Truck was in excellent health, last week we had to replace the head gaskets, which costs a few thousand dollars, shitty, to be modest.
Today we tried to take the truck up the mountain to visit a very beautiful place where H-Man works and where he wanted very much to show his wife the aforementioned beauty. I thought, and gently suggested that perhaps, since we just got the head gaskets replaced, that maybe we shouldn't drive the truck into the wilderness, perhaps we should drive it around our neighborhood and see what happens.
I don't think I need to narrate what transpired.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Ahi Burger and Earthquake
Today is what someone may refer to as a "full day".
I woke up this morning with a Jonesing for a breakfast at the rustic, small, biker infested hollow known as the Kirkwood Inn so HMan, The Baby and myself made the hour long trip up the mountain, talking about our very vivid dreams involving killer whale shows and hunting John Wayne across the Texas landscape armed with only a Robin and a bad attitude.
At the Inn we took a seat at the only family friendly seat available, a booth for 10 people. We decided to share the tuna melt and an Ahi tuna burger (Deeee-Licious) whilst Mr. Pants ate a pickle like it was going out of style.
After a poopy blowout (names will not be named) we drove back up to the trail head. After lubing up the baby with sunscreen and me peeing behind a log (only to be interrupted by a hiker, causing me to frantically zip up) we headed up the mountain to to a breathtaking spot perched betwixt The TWO SENTINELS. Really, it was breathtaking. Truly, I had to stop many times to catch my breath.
After that same person pooping their pant again, we headed back down the mountain and drove home.
When we got home I learned that there was a major earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand. This would not be big news for me, except that my mother moved to Christchurch 7 years ago, and is currently living very close to the center of town. The quake occurred at 4:30 a.m. and Mom says that they woke up to intense shaking for 2 minutes straight. She told me that she and her husband were sure that the house was going to collapse, but everything was okay for them besides some huge cracks in the wall, some broken glass and their power going out for several hours. She took her doggy, Sophie, for a walk and the shopping plaza down the street had collapsed and the streets in her neighborhood had buckled.
In the evening I prepared Mulligatawny and settled down with some Zin from Clos du Lac Cellars (super yummy)and cuddled up with Beauty and the Beast (1947).
Odd Day.
I woke up this morning with a Jonesing for a breakfast at the rustic, small, biker infested hollow known as the Kirkwood Inn so HMan, The Baby and myself made the hour long trip up the mountain, talking about our very vivid dreams involving killer whale shows and hunting John Wayne across the Texas landscape armed with only a Robin and a bad attitude.
At the Inn we took a seat at the only family friendly seat available, a booth for 10 people. We decided to share the tuna melt and an Ahi tuna burger (Deeee-Licious) whilst Mr. Pants ate a pickle like it was going out of style.
After a poopy blowout (names will not be named) we drove back up to the trail head. After lubing up the baby with sunscreen and me peeing behind a log (only to be interrupted by a hiker, causing me to frantically zip up) we headed up the mountain to to a breathtaking spot perched betwixt The TWO SENTINELS. Really, it was breathtaking. Truly, I had to stop many times to catch my breath.
After that same person pooping their pant again, we headed back down the mountain and drove home.
When we got home I learned that there was a major earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand. This would not be big news for me, except that my mother moved to Christchurch 7 years ago, and is currently living very close to the center of town. The quake occurred at 4:30 a.m. and Mom says that they woke up to intense shaking for 2 minutes straight. She told me that she and her husband were sure that the house was going to collapse, but everything was okay for them besides some huge cracks in the wall, some broken glass and their power going out for several hours. She took her doggy, Sophie, for a walk and the shopping plaza down the street had collapsed and the streets in her neighborhood had buckled.
In the evening I prepared Mulligatawny and settled down with some Zin from Clos du Lac Cellars (super yummy)and cuddled up with Beauty and the Beast (1947).
Odd Day.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Stares of Disbelief
Our Landlady is crazy. We own our house but rent the property, shitty yes, but at least we can do what we want with the house. Helen isn't crazy in the mentally ill "Shutter Island" kind of crazy way, but she recently had neck surgery and is on a high amount of pain killers which makes her, interesting, to converse with.
Yesterday I was taking Mr. Pants out for our daily walk and she approached us.
Helen: "Look at that big boy! He's almost a year now right?"
Me: "Yes, well in December, he's nine months on Friday"
Helen: "I knew it, almost a year. Is he walking yet?"
Me: "no,but he's pulling himself up to standing and he's getting stronger"
Helen: "How many teeth does he have?"
Me: "Oh, none yet, but he's teething like crazy"
Helen stops talking and stares at me like I'm this terrible person for not caring that my baby doesn't have teeth yet. She turns around and walks away. True story.
Yesterday I was taking Mr. Pants out for our daily walk and she approached us.
Helen: "Look at that big boy! He's almost a year now right?"
Me: "Yes, well in December, he's nine months on Friday"
Helen: "I knew it, almost a year. Is he walking yet?"
Me: "no,but he's pulling himself up to standing and he's getting stronger"
Helen: "How many teeth does he have?"
Me: "Oh, none yet, but he's teething like crazy"
Helen stops talking and stares at me like I'm this terrible person for not caring that my baby doesn't have teeth yet. She turns around and walks away. True story.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Vernacular
The New Modern Dictionary as According to the Clendenniak family.
Boppy: A U-shaped pillow ideal for nursing a baby on, resting a crossword puzzle on, or a laptop.
Use: "Honey, would you grab my boppy?"
Nipple: A nipple-shield used to facilitate breast feeding for a woman with "flat nipples"and her baby with a tiny mouth"
Use: (said loudly in public situations) "Oh crap! I forgot my nipple"
Turdles: Poo
Use: "Guess who laid down some turdles in his unnawears today?!"
Unnawears: Singular of underwear
Use: "Guess who laid down some turdles in his unnawears today?!"
Booghas: boogers
Use: "Hold still and let me pull these boogahs out of your face"
Gentle: Do the opposite of what you are doing with the cat right now.
Use: "gentle with Stella, baby, no grabby, gentle gentle"
Grabby: What you are doing with the cat right now.
Use: "gentle with Stella, baby, no grabby, gentle gentle"
Boppy: A U-shaped pillow ideal for nursing a baby on, resting a crossword puzzle on, or a laptop.
Use: "Honey, would you grab my boppy?"
Nipple: A nipple-shield used to facilitate breast feeding for a woman with "flat nipples"and her baby with a tiny mouth"
Use: (said loudly in public situations) "Oh crap! I forgot my nipple"
Turdles: Poo
Use: "Guess who laid down some turdles in his unnawears today?!"
Unnawears: Singular of underwear
Use: "Guess who laid down some turdles in his unnawears today?!"
Booghas: boogers
Use: "Hold still and let me pull these boogahs out of your face"
Gentle: Do the opposite of what you are doing with the cat right now.
Use: "gentle with Stella, baby, no grabby, gentle gentle"
Grabby: What you are doing with the cat right now.
Use: "gentle with Stella, baby, no grabby, gentle gentle"
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
I'm So Awesome (Yes, Yes I Am)
Several Interesting Things About Me:
1: I have moved around a lot. By the time I began college I had changed households 19 times. I have lived in these places in the following order:
-San Jose, CA
-San Carlos, CA
-Needles, CA
-Belmont, CA
-San Carlos, CA
-Belmont, CA
-Mariposa, CA
-Merced, CA
-Fresno, CA
-Belmont, CA
-San Bruno, CA
-Arcata, CA
-McKinleyville, CA
-Jackson, CA
Yes, I realize that only sums up to 14 places, but I have moved to different locations within those towns. I married a man who had lived in two places his entire life. Arcata and then Palm Springs while his father was on Sabbatical for a year. He's very grounding to me. He is my home, as people become when you have no real sense of "place".
2: I am half Polish, a quarter Dutch, and a quarter Sioux. I look exactly like my mother who is the Dutch/Sioux side, but I am often told I look very Polish. Go figure.
3: I am obsessed with pencils. Mechanical Bic #2 .7 mm pencils are perfect.
4: I know all the words to the first four Pearl Jam albums, make that five including Merkin Ball.
5: My buddy Tom and I were driving from Arcata to San Carlos one Thanksgiving and he asked me what albums I knew by heart. We ended up singing Sublime's "sublime" album and Weezer's Blue Album" the entire way down, at the top of our lungs.
6: My buddy Adam and I were driving from Arcata to San Carlos the following Thanksgiving and as we passed a foggy field with the mountains poking out from behind, Coldplay's "Don't Panic" came on and we smiled at each other. Later on that drive we almost hit a half of an elk laying in the roadway.
7:Gillian Welch and I have the same pitch.
1: I have moved around a lot. By the time I began college I had changed households 19 times. I have lived in these places in the following order:
-San Jose, CA
-San Carlos, CA
-Needles, CA
-Belmont, CA
-San Carlos, CA
-Belmont, CA
-Mariposa, CA
-Merced, CA
-Fresno, CA
-Belmont, CA
-San Bruno, CA
-Arcata, CA
-McKinleyville, CA
-Jackson, CA
Yes, I realize that only sums up to 14 places, but I have moved to different locations within those towns. I married a man who had lived in two places his entire life. Arcata and then Palm Springs while his father was on Sabbatical for a year. He's very grounding to me. He is my home, as people become when you have no real sense of "place".
2: I am half Polish, a quarter Dutch, and a quarter Sioux. I look exactly like my mother who is the Dutch/Sioux side, but I am often told I look very Polish. Go figure.
3: I am obsessed with pencils. Mechanical Bic #2 .7 mm pencils are perfect.
4: I know all the words to the first four Pearl Jam albums, make that five including Merkin Ball.
5: My buddy Tom and I were driving from Arcata to San Carlos one Thanksgiving and he asked me what albums I knew by heart. We ended up singing Sublime's "sublime" album and Weezer's Blue Album" the entire way down, at the top of our lungs.
6: My buddy Adam and I were driving from Arcata to San Carlos the following Thanksgiving and as we passed a foggy field with the mountains poking out from behind, Coldplay's "Don't Panic" came on and we smiled at each other. Later on that drive we almost hit a half of an elk laying in the roadway.
7:Gillian Welch and I have the same pitch.
Five Things
Five Things You May Not Know About Me
1.I saw "The Boy Who Could Fly" in the movie theater when I was four years old. This is my earliest cinematic memory. It was at the Fashion Island Mall cinema in 1986, the mall is no longer there, but the memories of the cinema, ice rink and arcade will always be there.
2. I organize my books in my bookshelves by height, alternating from smallest to largest and largest to smallest per shelf. Sometimes I mix it up and organize by color, or by subject.
3. I know how to make paper cranes. I try and make one every night as inspired by the book "One Thousand Paper Cranes" I made H-man a crane created from a Playboy Centerfold. I don't know how to make anything else in origami.
4. I am an excellent shot. I first shot a gun when I lived in the desert and never refuse an opportunity to fire a weapon. That said, I am pro gun control.
5. I was on a swim team in my early teens, and I was very good, the best in my region for my age group. I hated it, but I still love to swim.
1.I saw "The Boy Who Could Fly" in the movie theater when I was four years old. This is my earliest cinematic memory. It was at the Fashion Island Mall cinema in 1986, the mall is no longer there, but the memories of the cinema, ice rink and arcade will always be there.
2. I organize my books in my bookshelves by height, alternating from smallest to largest and largest to smallest per shelf. Sometimes I mix it up and organize by color, or by subject.
3. I know how to make paper cranes. I try and make one every night as inspired by the book "One Thousand Paper Cranes" I made H-man a crane created from a Playboy Centerfold. I don't know how to make anything else in origami.
4. I am an excellent shot. I first shot a gun when I lived in the desert and never refuse an opportunity to fire a weapon. That said, I am pro gun control.
5. I was on a swim team in my early teens, and I was very good, the best in my region for my age group. I hated it, but I still love to swim.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Alone, But Not Really
The baby is on the floor, looking up at me and kicking his feet on the floor. Bonk. bonk, bonk. The fish tank is making it's "I'm peeing" sound and the computer is humming. Otherwise, the house is totally quiet now because I am home alone. I would go to the park, or the library or just for a drive. But the car is with H-Man and H-Man is up in the mountains working.
I'm thinking about mountains and how people used to consider them little more than large, dangerous warts on the surface of the earth. This was before modern vehicles and Sir Edmund Hillary, apparently.
When we were in New Zealand we were walking around Castle Hill, a place where giant bare rocks jut out of the earth. A little boy cam running up the hill and shouted "I'm Sir Edmund Hillary" and started to climb the rocks. What do kids say in America? "I'm Neil Armstrong"? I kind of doubt it.
I watched "The Right Stuff" not too long ago. Interesting how the space race was the most interesting and exciting thing in the world at that time, and today very few people care about or think about space travel. It was a good movie. I really enjoyed it, even though it had Dennis Quaid in it.
I was driving this morning and pulled up the stop sign at the bottom of our street. There was a sign there it said "Wait here for Pilot Car" So I waited, but there was no one around. No construction workers, not car, nothing. So I turned right, without this alleged pilot car , and pulled up to the stop light 100 yards are so away. There was a construction worker there, holding a slow sign in the middle of the street. He shouted at me "You need to wait for the Pilot Car at that stop sign" I responded "Where was the pilot car, I didn't see anything!" and he said "you just have to wait for it. But you can go now" I looked at the cross traffic speeding past and looked at him and said "the light is red and there are cars going, how can I go now?" and he said "you need to wait for the light to turn green" I considered suggesting that they could have hired a traffic cone to do his job of holding a slow sign and spouting ridiculousness, but since I'm not too clear on the union guidelines of traffic cones, I kept my mouth shut.
I'm thinking about mountains and how people used to consider them little more than large, dangerous warts on the surface of the earth. This was before modern vehicles and Sir Edmund Hillary, apparently.
When we were in New Zealand we were walking around Castle Hill, a place where giant bare rocks jut out of the earth. A little boy cam running up the hill and shouted "I'm Sir Edmund Hillary" and started to climb the rocks. What do kids say in America? "I'm Neil Armstrong"? I kind of doubt it.
I watched "The Right Stuff" not too long ago. Interesting how the space race was the most interesting and exciting thing in the world at that time, and today very few people care about or think about space travel. It was a good movie. I really enjoyed it, even though it had Dennis Quaid in it.
I was driving this morning and pulled up the stop sign at the bottom of our street. There was a sign there it said "Wait here for Pilot Car" So I waited, but there was no one around. No construction workers, not car, nothing. So I turned right, without this alleged pilot car , and pulled up to the stop light 100 yards are so away. There was a construction worker there, holding a slow sign in the middle of the street. He shouted at me "You need to wait for the Pilot Car at that stop sign" I responded "Where was the pilot car, I didn't see anything!" and he said "you just have to wait for it. But you can go now" I looked at the cross traffic speeding past and looked at him and said "the light is red and there are cars going, how can I go now?" and he said "you need to wait for the light to turn green" I considered suggesting that they could have hired a traffic cone to do his job of holding a slow sign and spouting ridiculousness, but since I'm not too clear on the union guidelines of traffic cones, I kept my mouth shut.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The Art of Spiritual House Wifery
So I'm a stay-at-home-mom now. After years of recognized employment as a photographer, a zoo keeper, shoe maker and ice-cream scooper, I find myself without independent income, all dressed up in my pajamas and nowhere to go. Fortunately I have the support of my other SAHMs. We get together, have nice lunches and all that grown up crap that I never saw myself doing.
Also, I have never worked harder in my life. 24 hour work, no pay and little appreciation, except of course from the man-child and H-man. But the benefits are far superior that health care and workman's comp. I get to be with my baby all day every day, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world. Why would I want to be at work when I could, instead, be with my little boy and see his first time crawling, or laughing or anything for that matter.
The house is mine for the caring. I clean and cook and play with the baby. I make H-man's lunches and have dinner ready for him when he gets home. I really enjoy this lifestyle, it makes me feel needed and appreciated.
Also, I have never worked harder in my life. 24 hour work, no pay and little appreciation, except of course from the man-child and H-man. But the benefits are far superior that health care and workman's comp. I get to be with my baby all day every day, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world. Why would I want to be at work when I could, instead, be with my little boy and see his first time crawling, or laughing or anything for that matter.
The house is mine for the caring. I clean and cook and play with the baby. I make H-man's lunches and have dinner ready for him when he gets home. I really enjoy this lifestyle, it makes me feel needed and appreciated.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Better Lighting,I Guess
Husbandman: "I'm going to go look at my thing outside"
Me: "..."
H-Man "my tomatoes, I'm going to go look at my tomatoes, outside"
Me: "..."
H-Man "my tomatoes, I'm going to go look at my tomatoes, outside"
Stella
Stella was obviously in pain, she was walking around the house yowling (more so than usual) and moving her mouth in a weird way. I managed to grab her and pin her and pry open her mouth and was met with a stench that could only be described as "god-awful". Her lower left canine was pink, it was actually pink and had green pus all around the gum line, also it was very very wobbly.
When I think about bad teeth I think about Al Bundy. There's an episode of Married With Children where Al has some tooth issues and has one of his kid's look at it. The kid, Bud? Kelly? looks at it and describes it as "fizzing". Stella's tooth was not fizzing, but it was disgusting.
So we took her to the vet and took out the tooth, and she got medicine. She smells a lot better now, and is gaining weight again. We chalked up her poor condition and weight loss to baby stress. We had no idea it was because of a horrible oral condition.
Later on that week, our friend was over visiting and he was asking about Stella. Husbandman says, "she really hates it when I try to stick anything in her mouth". Friend looks at him, silently. "He means medicine" I added.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
6 months later....
So, it turns out that having a baby takes up a lot of your time. Even when he's asleep on my lap, the clickety clackety of the keyboard as I type wakes him up, so updating this blog has been difficult, nay, impossible until recently when the man-child began to sleep through the night. In his own bed.
Having not slept for six months, at least for more than 2 hours at a time, I can definitely say that sleep is a valuable commodity in this house. Many mornings I wake up with the baby, take him for a walk and run errands while Husband man sleeps in and gets ready for work. H-man, by the very nature of his job, doesn't get home, sometimes until 2 or 3 am. So bless his heart, he gets to sleep in. But often I find myself rolling over to my beloved husband and whispering into his ear,"I will give you a million dollars if you wake up with him today" before I collapse back into the warm fuzzy arms of sleep.
Motherhood is wonderful, of course, and our little Mr. Pants is the light of our lives and the center of everything that we live for. Also, he just may be the cutest baby who has ever existed in the history of the world.
Before Mr. Pants I never could understand why people talked about their kids so much. Now I get it. I used to not really care about babies, then I had one and I find myself "Oohing" and "Awwwwwing" over someones baby pictures or some baby at the store. It's rather disgusting, and startles people close to me to find out that I do, in fact, have a soul somewhere in this cold squishy body of mine.
Speaking of cold and squishy. If I read one more quote from a celebrity about how they lost all their baby weight by breastfeeding, I may lose it. I'm still at the the weight I was when I popped out the little guy, and that little guy eats more than you could imagine.
Having not slept for six months, at least for more than 2 hours at a time, I can definitely say that sleep is a valuable commodity in this house. Many mornings I wake up with the baby, take him for a walk and run errands while Husband man sleeps in and gets ready for work. H-man, by the very nature of his job, doesn't get home, sometimes until 2 or 3 am. So bless his heart, he gets to sleep in. But often I find myself rolling over to my beloved husband and whispering into his ear,"I will give you a million dollars if you wake up with him today" before I collapse back into the warm fuzzy arms of sleep.
Motherhood is wonderful, of course, and our little Mr. Pants is the light of our lives and the center of everything that we live for. Also, he just may be the cutest baby who has ever existed in the history of the world.
Before Mr. Pants I never could understand why people talked about their kids so much. Now I get it. I used to not really care about babies, then I had one and I find myself "Oohing" and "Awwwwwing" over someones baby pictures or some baby at the store. It's rather disgusting, and startles people close to me to find out that I do, in fact, have a soul somewhere in this cold squishy body of mine.
Speaking of cold and squishy. If I read one more quote from a celebrity about how they lost all their baby weight by breastfeeding, I may lose it. I'm still at the the weight I was when I popped out the little guy, and that little guy eats more than you could imagine.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Life These Days
Baby Baby Baby.
No excuses, but I haven't updated for a while because I'm bad at math, even worse at acrobatics and haven't figured out the equation of how to juggle a baby and type with two hands at the same time. Furthermore the frustration of typing with one hand, blindly is greater than the joy of writing.
A few moments of freedom can be had by placing said baby in a play pen with toys and putting on music, this works for about 20 minutes. Long enough to eat breakfast and type a little.
No excuses, but I haven't updated for a while because I'm bad at math, even worse at acrobatics and haven't figured out the equation of how to juggle a baby and type with two hands at the same time. Furthermore the frustration of typing with one hand, blindly is greater than the joy of writing.
A few moments of freedom can be had by placing said baby in a play pen with toys and putting on music, this works for about 20 minutes. Long enough to eat breakfast and type a little.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Spam, Spam, Love, and Spam
I love SPAM. What's wrong with me? SPAM was our primary source of protein as we camped up the Eastern Sierras on our honeymoon and so holds many fond memories for me.
Recently I've been watching a lot of Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern, and when I saw his Hawaii show where he had SPAM pineapple upside down cake, my love for that salty, pink, canned meat renewed.
Tonight we're having cornbread and SPAM broccoli for dinner here's the recipe:
1 12oz can of SPAM, chopped up
cornbread mix
broccoli (frozen)
corn
cheese, grated
Preheat oven to 400 degrees
mix up the cornbread and mix in corn and SPAM
pour into a greased pan, cook for about 15 minutes, the bread should be only partly cooked
spread broccoli on top, sprinkle cheese on top
throw back in oven until bread is done.
I'm trying to convince H-man that SPAM isn't all that bad (remember all the happy memories?) and slowly work him up to the SPAM pineapple upside down cake.
Wish me luck.
Recently I've been watching a lot of Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern, and when I saw his Hawaii show where he had SPAM pineapple upside down cake, my love for that salty, pink, canned meat renewed.
Tonight we're having cornbread and SPAM broccoli for dinner here's the recipe:
1 12oz can of SPAM, chopped up
cornbread mix
broccoli (frozen)
corn
cheese, grated
Preheat oven to 400 degrees
mix up the cornbread and mix in corn and SPAM
pour into a greased pan, cook for about 15 minutes, the bread should be only partly cooked
spread broccoli on top, sprinkle cheese on top
throw back in oven until bread is done.
I'm trying to convince H-man that SPAM isn't all that bad (remember all the happy memories?) and slowly work him up to the SPAM pineapple upside down cake.
Wish me luck.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Math
H-man: Guess what the population of Alpine County was in 2006.
Me: Hmmm, 1500 people?
H:Less
M: uh 1200?
H: more
M:One thousand seven hundred?
H: That's more than 1500
M: oh, um, One thousand three hundred and five hundred?
H: What?
M: I don't know.
Me: Hmmm, 1500 people?
H:Less
M: uh 1200?
H: more
M:One thousand seven hundred?
H: That's more than 1500
M: oh, um, One thousand three hundred and five hundred?
H: What?
M: I don't know.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Zen and the Art of Breastfeeding in Public
We went to the zoo. Mom and H-man walked around while I found a quiet bench near the mountain lions. I whipped out the boob and the baby chowed down. It was as simple as that. Until the people came. Lots of people, most who avoided my general bench area. Many who did not notice me, and several who commented on what I was doing (all positive).
It's getting easier every day. The mountain lions seemed to enjoy watching us, or they were eying the delicious morsel I had cradled in my arms.
It's getting easier every day. The mountain lions seemed to enjoy watching us, or they were eying the delicious morsel I had cradled in my arms.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
One month and 3 days
I get as much sleep as I need. I go to bed around midnight and get out of bed around 1:30 the next afternoon. This, by no means, says that I am sleeping 13 and half hours a day. We wake up every two to three hours for about an hour to feed the baby and change pee-pee diapers. On good nights he'll sleep for three hours, wake up to eat for 20 minutes and then go back to sleep. On bad nights he'll sleep for an hour and eat for and hour.
Thank god for my wonderful husband. I don't know how single moms do it, and I don't ever want to find out.
Going out is getting easier. No longer does it take an hour to get him ready, and the car seat is a snap. The hard part is feeding in public. I suppose after labor and every nurse and doctor at the hospital seeing my poonanner and boobs I should be less modest.
Thank god for my wonderful husband. I don't know how single moms do it, and I don't ever want to find out.
Going out is getting easier. No longer does it take an hour to get him ready, and the car seat is a snap. The hard part is feeding in public. I suppose after labor and every nurse and doctor at the hospital seeing my poonanner and boobs I should be less modest.
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