Archive for July, 2009

a garden tour

Here are some current garden photos, including Bumblebee Heaven [i.e. my cosmos plant].

Yesterday’s harvest:

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mini-plot with tomatoes and sunflowers:

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Sunflower, considering opening up soon:

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Mary showing off a marigold:

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My jungly garden:

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The flowers are marigolds [to deter tomato worms!], nasturtiums, and cosmos.

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This cherry tomato plant [“Yellow Marble”] is astonishingly productive–a handful, sometimes more, of fruit per day.

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And full-size tomatoes on the way:

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Cosmos:

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Like I said–bumblebee heaven:

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Something else that grows wild in my garden:

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FO: Lazy Day skirt for Mary

I whipped up a skirt for Mary using this really easy tutorial. I think it turned out great, although it has become clear to me that fuzzy trim is a poor choice for a toddler [she has shed green fur all over our metro area]. Cute, though, eh?

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Sunday morning chronicle

So Conor played the music for today’s Mass, which meant I had to get the kids ready and to church alone and then manage them solo during Mass. I woke up the kids at 10:45 to go to church. I had all of their stuff already packed up–bottles, snacks, diapers, et cetera. Here’s how it went:

10:45: I open Mary’s door and she yells, incoherently, “Close the window NOW, Mommy!” Eventually I realize she means it [for some reason], so I close her window. I suggest that she might want to get up and she leaps out of bed, yelling “Jibber jabber, jibber jabber!” [which is what Conor says to her when she babbles inarticulately in his direction].

10:50: We open Wesley’s door. He begins to hop delightedly in his crib and holds up his arms to be picked up. Cute!

10:55: I change both kids’ diapers. I put Mary’s skirt on and then chase her around the room to put on her shirt. I put a romper on Wesley, which involves him rolling over three times, yelling, “No! Bee bo!” at me, and putting both arms through the head hole.

11:00: I get the kids into the car. Mary says, “We go to school?” I say, “No, we’re going to church.” She says, “Oh. Go see Father Scott?” I say, “Yes, we’re going to see Father Scott.” She says, “At school?” I say, “No, at church.” She says, “Oh. Because he lives at church.”

11:10: We arrive at the church [we’re supposed to be there earlyish for a sound check–Mass is at 11:30]. I get out of the car and begin attaching things to my person: Wesley, in the Moby wrap; the diaper bag, containing diapers, bottles, snacks, and toys; Mary, on my other hip; and, not least important, Miss Crabby, in my hand. We go into the church, stopping for Mary to have a completely incomprehensible conversation with Father Scott.

11:15: Mary asks for Cheerios.
11:16: Wesley sees that Mary has Cheerios and cries until she gives him one.
11:17: Mary asks for raisins.
11:18: Wesley sees that Mary has raisins and cries until she gives him one.
11:19: Mary asks for string cheese.
11:20: Wesley sees that Mary has string cheese and cries until I unwrap another stick of it. I pull off a little bite for him. He grabs, instead, the rest of the stick and takes a huge bite off the end.
11:30: Mass begins. Wesley, adorably, begins to dance [as well as he can in the baby carrier] and says, “Daddy!” when the music starts.
11:32: Mary asks for more string cheese.
11:33: Wesley demands a bottle.
11:37: Mary asks for more string cheese.
11:40: Wesley is fussy and I have to stand up while everyone else is sitting down and make a spectacle of myself by rocking Wesley back and forth and tickling him. [We were in the back, at least.]
11:50: Mary is being incredibly well-behaved. Wesley is yelling, “Bee ba! Bee ba! Bee ba bo!” over and over.
12:15: Wesley opens his mouth and pulls out, for me to take, an enormous wad of string cheese, chewed into a cud-like mass. I put this into a Kleenex and go on with my life, reflecting that children are really, really gross.

Anyway, the point is, how am I supposed to find church spiritually enriching when the entire reason for my presence is apparently to manage string cheese?

recent kid pics!

I took the kids over to the Mudd House last Saturday while Conor was working, and let them run around outside. Mary ran off with my hat. Wesley crawled around under the big shade tree.

From mid July 2009
From mid July 2009
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From mid July 2009

Mary is a tree hugger.

From mid July 2009

The hat, for some reason, was much sought after.

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Then, on Tuesday, Conor and I went out on an actual date–to see “King Lear.” We knew it was going to be a good night when we saw this:

From mid July 2009

and later, when we saw this:

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[It’s sangria, in case you want to know, and it was delicious.]

If I were Empress of the Universe, the following things would be illegal:

* raisin bread [or raisin cookies, or, for that matter, raisins];
* using one’s turn signal to indicate only that one is old and confused, not that one is actually turning;
* public displays of affection that include grinding or other behavior more intimate than kissing;
* vandalism of mailboxes–oh, wait, that one is already illegal;
* sweetened or otherwise flavored iced tea;
* using dog sweaters in the summer [or ever, really, but in the winter it will be only a misdemeanor];
* naming one’s child after a form of precipitation;
* telling stories about things that happened when you were drunk;
* describing cute dog or kid behavior for more than 60 seconds at a time;
* criticizing my parenting unless you actually know my child or me [and yes, saying, “Where are her SHOES?” at a store counts, as does saying, “Oh, take out that silly pacifier!” to my kid];
* getting a dog and then being surprised and upset when it does something you don’t like, such as peeing;
* pink bows on otherwise unobjectionable toddler-girl clothing;
* SpongeBob [in any form–I’ve never seen the show but I don’t like to look at him];
* signing e-mails with “THX” instead of “thanks”;
* using apostrophes in plural words;
* pimples [I assume that if I am Empress of the Universe, I will no longer be required to have them];
* snakes within 100 yards of a house;
* toys that beep or say words or [capital offense] sing songs.

Thank you for your attention to this matter–I am sure that I will become Empress sometime soon and your time studying this list will have been well spent.

FYI

Wesley looks adorable with shoes on.

sushi

So last week I got brave enough to try making sushi again. I had made sushi once before, but it was not a success–tasty, but falling apart. That was years ago, though [we were still living in our first apartment], so I decided it was time to give it another go, because I love sushi but I am too cheap to eat it very often.

So, I assembled the necessities [sushi rice, nori, sushi vinegar, and assorted fillings], gave Wesley a milk jug to play with, and propped Mary on a stool to “help” with the process. I decided to go with crab this time instead of raw fish, because a] I knew Mary would eat it and b] I didn’t have to go anywhere special to get it. I brought along cucumbers and green beans from the garden and made Conor pick up an avocado. We were in business!

We made quite a mess.

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I don’t know why, but this sushi rice was WAY stickier than when I made this last time. As in, you could mortar an entire brick house with this stuff.

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Mary was quite excited about this process.

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She helped by handing me fillings. [George looked on and slavered.]

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Finished rolls!

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I made some with crab and some vegetarian [because kids under 2 aren’t supposed to eat shellfish…whatever]. The big winner–the ones with green bean. Who knew? I’m sure it’s non-traditional but it was yum.

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Everybody had some.

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Verdict: success!