“It’s got wheels!”
It’s an actual sentence, as opposed to a phrase that appeared about the same time:
“Silly Daddy.”
Mr. Sandwich points out that I have already blogged about this subject. Harumph. Silly Daddy.
Tragic Sandwich
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Read Any Good Books Lately?
It’s been a while for me–well, not that I haven’t been reading, but I haven’t been reading books about parents and/or families, or related issues. Meanwhile, Baguette has been exhibiting an interest in Caring for Your Baby and Young Child: Birth to Age 5. I hope she’s not reading ahead to see how she’s expected to behave at age two. But I really wish she’d read up on sleep.
How about you? What would you recommend?
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Chopsticks
We were going to teach her, but she beat us to it.
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It’s Not All Fun and Games
It’s undeniable: Baguette is a dream come true. Every single day, even when we’re exhausted after a night of being kicked in the head by a toddler, we know that we are the luckiest parents in the world.
But if I’m completely honest, I’d like to be just a little bit luckier. Last month, we found out that I was expecting. The timing was a little confusing, but the various tests were crystal clear: I was pregnant. The week before Thanksgiving, we could see a heartbeat–distinct from mine–on the ultrasound.
And that was it, apparently. Two weeks ago I had another ultrasound, and it showed that development had stopped right around the time of the previous one. There was no sign, except that a few days before this ultrasound, I just knew.
So as of last Friday, my total is five pregnancies, one baby, four D&Cs. In four years. I’m exhausted and sad and I want another baby and I don’t know if I can handle trying again.
Feeling lucky doesn’t mean I always feel happy.
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Babble.com’s Top 100 Mom Bloggers
I’m sure I’m #101! Right? Right? Because I’ve been doing this for five whole months now, so surely I’m qualified. Overqualified, at that.
Seriously, while most of these are unfamiliar to me (I read a lot, but not 100-mom-blogs worth), I do follow quite a few of these–and they are excellent. This list looks like it provides something for everyone. Which ones would you particularly recommend? Here are the ones I like (so far):
The Bloggess
Dooce
The Happiest Mom
Free-Range Kids
Scary Mommy
Parentlode
MotherlodeClearly I need to read more. A lot more. Curse you, lack of hours in the day! (Raises fist and shakes it at clock.)
And if you want to nominate a blog for 2012, here’s the form.
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I Think I Invented a Word Today
Muppetpomorphise: to attribute the characteristics of a particular Muppet to a non-Muppet person, object, or other entity.
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What I Wore
While the column on socialite Muffie Potter bugged (a lot), I’m less annoyed by the earlier column on The Good Wife’s Archie Panjabi–probably because magazines inundate me with celebrities and labels like the ones named here.
But it got me thinking: What would a column about me look like? Much as I enjoy clothes, my days of working full-time out of the house, commuting, and being a mother to Baguette simply don’t afford me the time to shop–even though there are some specific garments that I know would help round out my wardrobe at work and at home. But in the interests of accuracy, here’s What I Wore:
Monday, December 5
I had to go to work and conduct one last interview for a video project, but I wasn’t leaving my building. So I wore a blue turtleneck of unknown provenance and a black Jones New York skirt with kick pleats, along with my black Aerosoles Mary Janes that I think of as my “commuting shoes”–but if I’m honest, I rarely get around to changing into the black Tahari pumps that I keep at the office. When I got home, I changed the skirt for Gloria Vanderbilt jeans that I bought at Costco and the shoes for Saucony running shoes. (I am not a runner. However, we do take Baguette and Wicket out for a walk after we all get home.)Tuesday, December 6
Baguette woke up in the middle night and vomited twice; all of us were up for about four hours. Neither Mr. Sandwich nor I went to work, and Baguette stayed home from day care (she was fine from then on; as we suspected at the time, it was something she ate). I haven’t the faintest idea what I wore, although I know that I did go out to Whole Foods at one point. Let’s assume it was a yellow and grey long-sleeved shirt I bought at Penney’s and the aforementioned jeans.Wednesday, December 7
We had an all-staff meeting for my division at work, which included the video I’d worked on. (BTW, I am not a videographer; I work behind the behind-the-camera people.) I wore a lavender cotton sweater set, a grey Calvin Klein a-line skirt, and the Aerosoles. After work I changed into some kind of t-shirt-like top, the jeans from Costco, and the Sauconys.Thursday, December 8
No idea.Friday, December 9
I was not at work and feeling lousy, so I wore the yellow-and-grey shirt and fleece cargo pants purchased on sale from Columbia, along with the Sauconys.Saturday, December 10
I remember wearing jeans yesterday.Sunday, December 11
Still feeling lousy; I’m wearing the fleece cargo pants, but this time with a blue cotton shirt with 3/4-length sleeves and vertical ruffles around the buttons and placket, courtesy of Old Navy.So what are the takeaways? Well, I have a small wardrobe, and I probably repeat items more frequently than I should. I am willing to spend some money on my work clothes, particularly staples that I expect to wear a lot, but otherwise I shop sales and discount stores for my casual clothes.
Stacy London and Clinton Kelly would probably hate me.
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Sunday Morning Toddler
“Wicket!”
“Daddy!”
“Mommy!”
“Wicket!”
“No!” (to offer of water)
Runs out of room and back in. “Daddy read!” (hands over book but refuses to let either of us read it to her)
Runs out of room and back in.“Mommy book!” (hands over book but refuses to let either of us read it to her)
Runs out of room and back in.“Ball!”
Runs out of room and back in. “Mommy!” (holds out indoor portion of indoor/outdoor thermometer)
Runs out of room and back in.
Runs out of room and back in.
Runs out of room and back in.
“Wicket!” (picks up dog’s toys one at a time and returns them when asked, albeit increasingly grudgingly)
Runs out of room and back in. (Sneezes, reaches for Kleenex, takes the one handed to her, drops pacifier on floor, and wipes nose)
Runs out of room and back in. (Without Kleenex, which we will probably find in or next to the trash can)
Lather, rinse, repeat.
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Holiday Traditions: Food
Growing up, we ate nothing in particular (well, something, not just anything specific) on Christmas Eve. Christmas morning was usually sour cream coffee cake with eggs and bacon. For Christmas dinner, though, we pulled out all the stops:
- Roast prime rib
- Yorkshire pudding
- Creamed spinach
- Baked potatoes
Then my mom passed away, and I married Mr. Sandwich, and my dad remarried, and my brother got married. So we wound up being a completely different family. An awesome one, but completely different.
That doesn’t mean we have to give up all of the tradition, but it does mean that it ought to reflect who we are now. Two years ago, therefore, we worked together to identify which parts of the meal were essential, and which could be changed. We wound up with:
- Roast prime rib (alternate for those who don’t eat beef: grilled salmon)
- Yorkshire pudding
- Maple-glazed carrots
- Rosemary Au Gratin Potatoes (I use less cream and add ricotta)
No dessert. There’s no room for dessert. That tradition hasn’t changed.
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“I Did It!”
That was one of Baguette’s first phrases. So what has she learned to do lately?
- Eat with a fork.
- Feed Mommy with a fork.
- Wipe her nose and/or mouth with a Kleenex and throw the used Kleenex in the trash.
- Unlatch the child-proof locks (now we need to fine a new type for some of our cabinet doors, the diaper pail, and the toilets).
And, most alarmingly:
Figure out how to drive the car. That’s right, she’s holding the keys here. And looking for the ignition.
