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Favorite Non-Recipes

Man! Newborns are EXHAUSTING, amiright? I mean, last night Luna actually slept decently (I won’t give details, lest the universe have a twitchy jinxing finger), but even WITH a good sleeper, which one night does not make, they are exhausting. Very needy, yes?

Anyway, one of the big things that I’ve been struggling with since Luna was born was dinner. I am getting a few meals a week from our local MOMs Club, which is so totally awesome, but that still leaves us with other days that we still need to eat. (What’s the deal with dinner, anyway? Needing to be consumed daily.) And yes, John would be perfectly fine and supportive and whatever if I decided to do frozen pizza or Lunchables every night, because he’s awesome like that, but I’m not. I like good food. I like cooking, too, for the most part.

SO! I’ve been relying heavily on a few go-to meals that require little thought and little work. Win-win. In fact, I’m almost embarrassed to post these, because they’re not even really recipes, but I’m going to just in case anyone else out there wants some yummy and (mostly) healthy go-to meals for crazy nights.

Lazy Pasta!

I’m sure just about everyone has a recipe like this in their repertoire, but this is mine. It’s even better in the summer when fresh veggies are more readily available, but honestly, even winter time tomatoes shipped from Mexico taste good when put in this, so..

  1. Boil some pasta. We’ve been fans of plain old spaghetti noodles of late. Drain and toss with a little bit of olive oil (to keep it from making one big lump if it finishes before other ingredients).
  2. In a small or medium saucepan, melt some butter and olive oil over low heat. Add a few cloves of chopped or pressed garlic. Heat, but don’t let the garlic burn (golden is OK, though).
  3. When almost ready to eat, add toppings of choice to the butter mixture. My favorites right now are: spinach, tomatoes, zucchini, and chicken from whatever meal I have it leftover from. I’ve also done it vegetarian with no meat, and maybe some pine nuts if I have them.
  4. Put the pasta back in the pot, if already drained, and pour butter mixture and toppings in. Stir. Serve with parmesan if wanted.  (Remove all vegetables for the picky toddler in your life, unless you LIKE scraping dried spinach off your walls.)

Taquitos!

Ok, this is so simple that I can’t believe I didn’t think to make this up myself. I adapt this from the Weelicous cookbook (which is totally great) based on what I have on hand. Oh, look! Here’s her official recipe.

  1.  Combine 2 cups of protein (meat, black beans, whatever) and 1 cup of shredded cheese in a bowl. Toss with a teaspoon (or so, to taste) of taco or Mexican seasoning (I often make my own with chilli powder, garlic powder, onion powder, cumin, and salt). 
  2. Optional: If you have a non-picky child or are making this for grown ups, add bell peppers or spinach or onions or corn or whatever.
  3. Put a spoonful or two into a small flour tortilla and roll tightly.  Spray or brush tops with olive oil.
  4. Put taquitos into a 400 degree oven and bake until the tortillas are crisp and brown on the edges, around 20 minutes.
  5. I serve with “dip-dip” (plain yogurt or sour cream) and salad of avocados and tomatoes (and sometimes corn, if I remember).

That’s it. Lazy Pasta finds its way to our table at least once a week, honestly. Sometimes I can sneak peas into it and get Xander to eat those, but meh, I’m trying to be zen about him only eating simple carbohydrates for his toddler years.

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The Post Christmas Post

Christmas this year was so great. I mean, last year was fun, too, but honestly, Xander was still “too young” in some ways. And, look, 18 months is not necessarily my favorite stage – walking but not talking, still very much a baby but wanting to be independent. It was rather exhausting. BUT, still. We had fun with Christmas last year.

This year, though. This year was in a whole different ball park. At two and a half, he really GOT IT. He knew Santa was coming. He came into our room Christmas morning breathless with excitement, “Mewwy Ki-mass!” He got that the presents were for him. He opened some up. He wanted to play. It was just…fun. It was so fun. He had a bit of a cold, which made me worry, and he didn’t nap at all for a few days, but he’s already on the mend and, well, it’s just a cold, you know? It didn’t ruin our festivities at all (though I was rather cranky when he wouldn’t nap after I’d been up almost all night with insomnia).

My well-intentioned plan of Not Buying Too Much Stuff totally and completely failed, and he has more toys than we know what to do with, but I also spent some time a few weeks ago cleaning out old baby things and/or things that are broken/missing essential pieces. So hopefully the new haul won’t completely overtake the house.

His favorite gift, as I had hoped, is the train set (and a talking Percy!), followed closely by a tie between pretend food (that he’s been pretend feeding to the tree….?), and a Melissa and Doug water-pen and notebook for practicing his letters that cost me all of $4. I mean, cost SANTA. My parents sent him a set of those Tegu blocks, which he likes when I build it for him, but I have high hopes he’ll get more into them as he figures them out. I think they’re great, personally.

Anyway, that’s the lowdown on the gifts. It was just the three of us, and we had a simple meal for both breakfast and dinner, and it was quite lovely and yummy. I really appreciated staying simple this year instead of planning some elaborate feast, because it meant I could really enjoy the day and watch Xander have fun.

Then, of course, we had the Big Snow Storm last night and today, which was actually quite fun. No power loss, no need to travel. Just watching the snow pile up (and up and up), and some outdoor play (Xander mostly enjoyed eating the snow). I’m looking forward to pulling him around in this little sled a friend loaned us.

Pictures and a poorly edited and dimly lit video below, but his excitement was really too cute not to share.

I hope your holidays were merry and rejuvenating. Strange to think 2012 is almost over, isn’t it?

Christmas Crackers
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Train and Tree

 

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Traditions

I keep saying the same thing, but Xander is at SUCH a fun age for Christmas! He’s just starting to get parts of it, like Santa bringing presents, snow, snowmen, lights, candy canes, etc…but he isn’t quite old enough to be scared of a strange man entering the house (I’m hoping we can skip that phase). What I am really enjoying is figuring out the traditions JS and I want to keep from our own childhoods, and which ones we want to create on our own. Last year we didn’t do a ton of “stuff,” because Xander was so young. I mean, we decorated and did presents and everything, but the pomp and circumstance was pretty minimal.

As a kid, I never grew up with elves or Santa’s helpers hanging around and reporting on me, so I have a hard time getting into the Elf on a Shelf thing. BUT, I did get an adorable stuffed snowman that I put out and told Xander he was Santa’s special friend, and if Xander had a message for Santa, he could whisper it to the snowman. This takes the pressure off of me from having to move it daily, and I also don’t want a snitch around, so…Also, though, this will allow me to give early gifts without ruining the Santa magic. For example, I have a few Christmas books I want to give Xander, but not all on Christmas morning (when all the fun is over!), so I figure I can put them in Snowman’s lap and say Santa sent something special for whatever made up reason I want.

JS and his family opened family gifts on Christmas Eve, and Santa presents Christmas morning. The family gifts were all under the tree, and could be put out at any time. Santa presents were always left by the stockings/fireplace and only put out the night before Christmas. I think this is fun and helps keep Christmas morning from being a complete overload. In my family, we were allowed to open one gift on Christmas Eve, and the rest the next morning (stockings were normally opened first, and tree presents after our puffed apple pancake breakfast). Santa gifts were put out on Christmas, but family presents and “helper” presents could be put out whenever. (Helpers were whatever creative gifter my mom could think of: Frosty would give us scarves, the elves would give us sweets, etc… sometimes she gave us “hints,” like one year I got a bunch of crafting scissors from “Edward.” Not a Christmassy person, but it made it so fun to try and figure out what was inside.)

So I think I’d like to do a combination of those two concepts: the big present from Santa goes out on Christmas night to be opened in the morning, family gifts and “helper” gifts can go out whenever. I don’t know how many/which ones to open Christmas Eve, though. I guess it depends on how many presents there are.

Which brings me to: last year we (I) went NUTS with presents. I was so excited and got almost all of them heavily marked down, but it was still way too much for Xander. He STILL hasn’t played with all of them. And some of them we had to take away because he was very toddler-y and threw all those nice wooden toys at our head. SO. I’m trying to reign it in. I love LOVE the idea of the four gifts: something they want, something they need, something to wear, something to read. But I’ve already broken this, and I’m not sure where stockings fit in, or if Santa brings the “want” toy, does that mean that our gift to Xander is the boring stuff each year? Anyway, this year we are getting him one big gift (a train table that we got free from a neighbor, and a train set I got off of Zulily for cheap) and then a handful of smaller/necessary items for the stocking and whatnot. (Such as trains and accessories for the track, a book, new PJ’s, etc…)  Hopefully by saying “one big gift” I can tone it down several notches.  I also made an actual pen and paper list of all the stuff I wanted to buy/had already bought so I won’t be surprised by how much stuff I have for him.

This year I also want to get a gift for JS from Xander; we didn’t do anything like that last year, and I want to start that early and help teach him (soon to be them!) how to be thoughtful gifters.

As we have more and more Christmases as a family, I’m sure other traditions will just start to form on their own. Like traditional meals, or favorite holiday movies and stories, cookies left out for Santa, etc…What sorts of things do you do every year? Or want to do? Or wish you’d never started doing?

 

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Many Thanks

Thanksgiving happened! It did! I was there.

There being Alabama, visiting my parents and brothers since a Christmas visit just AIN’T GONNA HAPPEN. Not that I don’t want it to, because I actually do love the craziness of big family parties and gatherings and meals at the holidays, despite my solidly Introverted nature. But, oh man, traveling while pregnant? It blows. And I’m so glad I’m done with it. Lugging as many carryons as we can through multiple airports, desperately searching for airport food that won’t make us all ill, trying to entertain a squirmy and overtired toddler, all while being HUGE and UNCOMFORTABLE…anyway, that’s the bad side.

The good side was being there. Seeing Xander hang with his grandparents and uncles. Having lovely weather that simply necessitated several trips to the park or the lake (both of which meant throwing leaves and pinecones, one at a time, into the “puddle! big puddle!”). Letting him decorate cookies, and then letting him lick the frosting off and start over again. Being ordered to sit down and rest while my mom made all the meals. There were children’s museums and botanical gardens and even a sushi date night with JS that was surprising delicious for a random strip mall restaurant that had only been open for a few months.

I didn’t take many pictures, which is so lame. I was just enjoying being there, and relaxing and hanging out and whatever, that I didn’t document it. And with family that lives so far away, I’m sad that I didn’t. I want to show Xander pictures of the fun things he did with the family he so rarely gets to see.

Now we’re back, and diving back into our “routine,” which always seemed somewhat not real to me, somehow, since we don’t actually do the same things all the time, but man, it’s made a huge difference in my desire to sell my child on eBay and move to Mexico. I think the sugar detox is helping, too. We don’t forgo all sweets, but we try to limit them, and we certainly try to avoid food coloring. But when it’s a holiday and such a special time of visiting, I try to relax and not worry about it. I think that the healthier eating combined with the routine is turning Xander back into his normal self, and that’s a good thing. (Seriously, he has no behavioral issues that we’re aware of or concerned about, but give that kid artificially red foods and some corn syrup, and he’s a total nightmare. NIGHTMARE.)

I started this last night and am now finding the urge to write about five other unrelated topics, so I’m cutting myself off. Please to enjoy the few random Instragram pics from our trip that I did manage to snap.

 

My mom sent him that wee little suitcase, doesn’t it just kill you?

 

 

BIIIIG tree at the local outdoor mall (where it was almost hot in the sun!)

 

 

Carousel ride at the mall. He had to say goodbye to all the animals when we were done.

 

 

This baby piano was in my room as a little girl, and Xander just loved playing it.

 

 

Baking with Gram. We lost track of out how many he licked. Sorry, family, if you now have his cold.

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Up To

Xander started preschool today. SCHOOL! Sure, at two it’s probably more similar to daycare than “real” school; I’m not expecting him to come home reciting the periodic table, but still. School!!  My little kiddo. It floors me. I burst into tears in the parking lot after the orientation, so I was incredibly proud of myself for not getting at all weepy at the actual drop off today.

(It was early, and he was distracted by a crack in the sidewalk, so excuse the squint.)

And just like that, it seems, summer is over. It’s been a pretty low key summer, for the most part, but a great one. JS taught the summer semester, but was still home more than a “normal” job would have allowed him. The three of us hiked and visited farms and stayed in a cabin in the woods. Xander and I have gone on play dates, had cupcakes for brunch, poked ant hills, side walk chalked the hell out of our driveway. We’ve ended nearly every day with a family dog-pile/tickle fest and man, it’s been just so wonderful.

I love age two.

Here are some other snapshots of our lives the past few months.

                   
 
   

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Return

I can’t help but notice that my posting frequency has decreased quite noticeably since the weather turned nice. Guess I’ll have to find something else to whine about, eh?

Anyway, Xander and I just got back from a week in Florida. Well, more like 10 days. JS joined us for the first weekend and we visited his mom in her retirement community, and then he came back to go to work (BORING) and Xander and I joined my parents for a week at the beach.

It was so great.

We didn’t do anything major. We went down to the beach in the morning and played in the gulf for a few hours. Then we’d stop at the pool to de-sand the toddler. Then back inside for lunch and naps (typically at least half of us went down at this point), and, if time allowed before dinner, outside again for some shell walking and throwing stuff into the surf. Rinse and repeat. Xander LOVED the water. I was nervous that it might scare him for some reason. But he just waded right in without any hesitation.  We got him one of those little floatie rings/seats that he could hang out in, thus saving our arms from having to hold him the entire time.

I also have to brag at how well he did when visiting Gamma Jean at the retirement home. It was a prime-time to showcase his impressive lung capacity, and he did have a few small-ish meltdowns, but overall he did so great! He was sweet and charming and smiled and held hands and gave hugs (to anyone, really, he was quite happy to share the love).

And now we’re home and I’m catching up on laundry and getting excited for our CSA boxes to start up and prepping for Paula’s visit in a few weeks.

This is going to be such a great summer!

Loving the “woodi”from Day 1.

PopPop was by far the favorite person.

Vacation means snacks on the patio! As much as I can eat!

Giving a kisskiss.

Pre-dusk

Lots of sand, lots of sky. Lots of dive bombing birds we couldn’t scare off because they were “protected.” Jerkfaces.

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22 Months: A Day In The Life

I’m starting to notice that Xander looks so much more like a little boy than a baby these days. He’s longer and leaner, the dimpled baby joints giving way to gangly boy limbs. Not all the way. Not yet. His hands still look like little star fish. His face is still round. His belly still spills out of shirts. But still. It’s happening.

I didn’t have my camera with me today, so I tried to take mental snapshots to hang on to on those nights I’m waiting up for him, swearing that next time, I’ll REALLY enforce curfew (is that still a thing? curfew?).

  • Wake up time: He’s singing and babbling in his crib. When he sees JS come in to scoop him up, he flips over onto his belly, pretending to still be asleep – complete with fake snores.
  • Breakfast: Initial cheerfulness has given way to body shuddering sobs at the horror of being changed. He stumbles into the kitchen. “Xander, do you want milk?” I ask, holding out his morning cup of milk/kefir. “NO!” He sobs, launching himself forward onto the floor, balling his fists. “What do you want, buds?” “UP. UP UP UP UP,” he pleads. In my arms, he signs for milk.
  • In a jogging stroller, while I run with a friend: “Ball! Fofo! Shoe! Buh! Daddy! Doggy! Fofo!” Turning around to smile at me through the plastic window.
  • Nap time: Reaching eagerly for pacifier, hugging blankie to his chest, his head snuggling against my chin while we read about Thomas. Again. “Choo choo?” He points. We read it again and he squirms while he giggles. “Choo choo.” I sing “You Are My Sunshine” and lower him down into the crib. He cracks a sleepy eye and claps.
  • Dinner: We eat early, before JS gets home. He spoons rice into his mouth faster than he can chew. “Mmmm!” He digs through the bowl, finding all of the vegetables, winging them at the dog’s head. “Uh-OH!” He gulps his water down. “Ahhh!….Cookie?”
  • After dinner: we play a puzzle game on the iPad. He misses and misses and misses and finally gets it right. He stands, points to himself, and claps. He dances around the room, clapping. I dance and clap with him.
  • Before bed: JS is home, Xander sprints up and down the hall, chanting “do do do doop! do do doop!” while JS tosses the ball for him to chase.
  • He throws his arms around my neck, his grasp surprisingly strong. He lays his cheek against mine, then presses his wet lips to my ear. “Mama,” he breathes.

These days are so very long. By the time 730 rolls around, I’m all but ready for bed myself. But they’re so sweet, so great. I hope I remember the good, more than the bad.

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New Nighttime Routine

The hour or so between dinner and bath tends to get a little hairy, so JS came up with a great solution. It’s more interactive than TV, but holds Xander’s attention better than a book.

These boys. (And that dog.) I’d be lost without them.

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What Xander Did

My first vacation post was negligent in regards to poor, abandoned Xander, who wept for us for approximately 4 minutes, apparently. But hey, he had things to do! Parks, church nursery, visiting PopPop at work, free cookies at Publix, dogs, uncles, trips to the nursery.

Anyway, pictures:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, just because it was in beautiful full bloom the weekend we returned from Mexico, my parents’ Cherry Blossom tree.

 

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Memory

It doesn’t take being a parent to know that toddlers are challening. They’re demanding and loud and unreasonable and pushy and prone to fits of pint sized rage over the family dog eating the cracker they just threw off the high chair tray. They cry when it’s bedtime, when they can’t have a snack before dinner, when you tell them “no hitting,” when it’s time to get strapped into the car seat, at every single diaper change, when Elmo isn’t on the TV right away. It’s easy to get frustrated, to get annoyed, to feel defeated and ineffective as a parent.

But every night, when JS and I are getting into bed, these things are the last things on our mind.  Because toddlers are so much fun, too. When we talk about our days, we talk about the dance parties we have, and how funny Xander looks shaking his booty to the music. We talk about the hour after dinner he spends running after the dog, shrieking with laughter. We talk about the dozens and dozens of stories we read, worth the repetition if only because of the way he slowly walks backwards into our laps, determinedly clutching his book.

It makes me wonder what, if anything, Xander will remember from his toddlerhood. I can’t personally think of any specific memories before the age of 3 or 4, I’d guess. JS says he remembers some stuff from before that, he remembers a few impressionable things from being a baby. I find myself hoping so much that Xander will, too. That he’ll remember twirling in my arms, tilting his curly head back to watch the ceiling spin above him. The way JS walks him around the house to inspect any item he points at with interest. The way he loves to crawl after the dog with his head down, giggling with anticipation of the face licks to come. I want him to remember how we distract him from tears at changing time by blowing raspberries onto his thighs until he’s laughing so hard that tears stream down his face. The Victory Song we sing after every bath-time.

I want him to remember how much fun we have together. All of us, JS and myself included. I want him to remember how much we love him now, at this moment in time. And how much he loves us, too (the other day I came back upstairs from doing laundry and he was so thrilled to see me that his whole body shook when I picked him up). It wouldn’t change anything to know that he won’t; it wouldn’t make us try to get by with a little more coasting and less effort. It just makes me a little sad to think that these wonderful times that I will remember every day of my life may not be as accessible to him as he grows up.

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