Emmett in the bath
Emmett: Ching chang ching chong chang.
Me and Jeff: [unspoken wonderment over where our 21-month old learned racist, fake Chinese]
Emmett: Ching chango!
Jeff: Oh, Chimichangos!
Emmett: Yeah. Skippyjon Jones!
Goals for the (not so) new year
1. Live music. (And we’ve already seen Freakwater and I have tickets to the Black Keys and Flaming Lips show.)
2. Write, daily, again.
3. Get into a better house-cleaning groove. So that we actually vacuum and dust more than quarterly.
4. Eat more hot lunches. More boulangerie beans. More homemade soup.
5. Watch more movies.
Saturday 2 February 2013
1. Where did January go?
2. My dad came over for dinner on Thursday night. We made this coleslaw that he really, really likes. And when Emmett pulled up his shirt to show off his belly, after the meal, my dad reciprocated by pulling up his shirt to show off his belly. The two went back and forth more than a couple times. And Emmett thought it was the funniest shit ever.
3. Emmett now has a stool of his own for the kitchen peninsula. And still Jeff stood next to him when he stole Jeff’s stool.
4. Dilled rye bread with dill seeds and kosher salt on the crust.
5. And nacho mama’s taco platter from Mad Mex. Yes. Beef is so good. I need to figure out how to make Old El Paso tacos from scratch.
Wednesday 30 January 2012
1. I had the best idea last night. And we put it into action this morning: drop Emmett off at daycare, keep driving into the city, and eat breakfast at Pamela’s before my midwife appointment. Holy cow, their pancakes. A toddler-less breakfast of bacon, eggs, and pancakes caramelly from too much butter. With my husband. God bless.
2. Emmett can officially put puzzle pieces into their proper places. Cool.
3. Heard the baby’s heart beat through the placenta and then directly. Directly, her heart sounds like a horse galloping.
4. I’m so ready for bed. Stupid Jeff got me stupid sick. Stuffy ears again! WTF.
Tuesday 29 January 2012
1. Fuck morning sickness. And this pregnancy. I mean, yay for a baby! But I seriously feel like crap. And it’s been over four months of feeling like crap.
2. Finally got to hang out with Meghan and her three kiddos. Helped clean up some pee after her three-year old spilled his poddy then decided to “swim” in it. While she was nursing. Good times were had by all.
3. Emmett’s favorite books as of today: Santa Duck; Thump, Quack, Moo; Serious Farm; anything Skippyjon Jones.
4. Dilled rye bread with dill seeds and salt on the crust. Bam.
5. Leftovers from yesterday: meatball sliders with roasted shallot dressing, homemade celeriac remoulade, spicy oven fries.
2012
Things That Went Really Well (and not so well) in 2012:
1. Weaning. That was probably the highlight of my year.
2. Music I very much enjoyed: Tune-Yards. Grimes. Black Keys (foreva!). Passion Pit. Fiona Apple.
3. Books I very much enjoyed: Gurlesque: The New Grrly, Grotesque, Burlesque Poetics; The Wednesday Wars; I Curse the River of Time (read in desperation as nothing else looked good, and holy cow was it SO AMAZING); Momofuku Cookbook; The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (but I wish the whole book had just been about Oscar, the other characters were more meh); Baba Yaga Laid an Egg. (Sidenote: when I think back on the books I really liked this year, turns out I read them last year. These include Pictures at the Revolution, The Lonely Polygamist, Anthropology of an American Girl.)
3.1. Books that totally stunk: Confessions of a Scary Mommy: Not so “honest,” not so “irreverent”; Blind Huber: Nick Flynn, why was this book so boring?; Randy Lopez Goes Home: Worst allegory ever, utilizing many cheap shortcuts.
4. New habits established: change sheets and towels on Mondays, wash face every night, floss, do breakfast dishes after breakfast, leave no dinner dishes for the morning, bake our bread from scratch, pickle and preserve CSA food that would otherwise be trashed.
4.1. New habit established and then forgotten: Write for at least fifteen minutes each day. Screw morning sickness. That shit really took me out of it for awhile.
Sunday October 7 2012
1. Weeee, football season and baby at my parents and laying about all afternoon. And the Steelers pulled it out. Thank you, guys. Also, I find field goals much less stressful game-enders than touchdowns. So, again, thank you.
2. Saltines are good. Gingerale is questionable. Ginger candy, meh.
3. Work is such a slog right now. All my projects are kind of boring or on hold. And when they come back online they’ll be a lot of actual thinking work. Blah.
4. Blah.
Saturday 6 October 2012
1. Rough, rough day. Felt hungover-ish and exhuasted. Seltzer with bitters is my friend.
2. Emmett, spinning in circles and listing sideways after from the dizziness.
3. Dinner with mom and Adam: city chicken, scalloped potatoes, pickled cucumbers, baked carrots and brussels sprouts. Yeah.
4. Emmett will be a dragon. His choice, over the tiger.
Friday 5 October 2012
1. My GRE prep book came. I have to take that crap again. I have to teach myself math again. I have until Thursday. Whatevs.
2. Emmett thinks he is just the funniest. He was all tangled up in the curtain, hiding, jumping out and just delighted when we acted surprised. Today at Ikea, he ran in and out of their little circus tent and did his silent little chesty chuckle every time. And in the bath, brushing his teeth, he kept acting like he was going to give me back his toothbrush only to jam it back in his mouth. Hilarious every time.
2. Well, toddler-wrangling all week certainly knocked me down. I am fully exhausted. Too bad I have to do writing the next couple days to keep on top of deadlines. I so much prefer being ahead of deadlines by a day or two (or more) these days. How things have changed.
3. Did you see that? I typed 2 twice. I am seriously tired. Project Runway on the DVR, here I come.
Tuesday 2 October 2012
1. How is it only Tuesday?
2. Big day for the Boyles: science center and library. When will this craziness end?
3. First night in a billion years where I legitimately do not have freelance work to attend to. Yes.
