Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Ferry Love

This weekend we took a ride on the only remaining Ferry across the Potomac. I have a special love for river boat ferries. I love, love, love them, like can't post the pictures of me on them because I look ridiculously happy, really ridiculous. It was beautiful, and the Potomac was surprisingly clean. We picked apples at a farm on the other side of the river, and I was happy! We also got some amazing pumpkins, heirloom and roma tomato, and various other loveliness.

Then I woke up on Monday morning and it was raining, and it finally felt like fall, perfect canning weather. I made Tomato sauce, applesauce, and cinnamon apples. There is a sweet Ball recipe that calls for red hot candies, and lots of ginger, every year I look at it, and think about trying it, this year I did, it makes for some very tasty spicy apples (that is why some of then look reddish.
Also, Abby started her first ballet class, she is a fan

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Blessing Weekend

A few weekends ago baby Kate was blessed. We had lots of family members come visit; my parents, David's parents, Aunt Vicki from Boston, the Virginia cousins, Uncle Mike from Ohio, and our friends the "Bawingas." Unfortunately, I didn't get many pictures, and the ones I did get are missing on my computer.

We had a great time, and loved having so many family members around.

I did get some pictures with my parents as we were seeing the sights. I found this picture to be a little creepy.

My Mom took this picture at Arlington. As we were walking away from the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, after watching the changing of the guard, Peter ran up to some people coming towards us. With a giant smile on his face, he said to them, with much exuberance:
"Hurry up, there's a dead guy up there."
I was a few feet back and did not hear what he said, but I saw the looks on their faces.

A couple days later we went to Mount Vernon. On the way in we were told there were some baby pigs. After we went through the house, my mom said, "I wonder where the pigs are?"
Abby replied, despondently, "they are probably dead too!"

I had to step back so she wouldn't see me laughing, I really had not anticipated that days of looking at Monuments to dead presidents, rows of headstones, and empty houses would be such a bummer for a little girl.

Here is Kate with Grandma Bassett and my new favorite John Robshaw pillow. I have been very influenced by the neighborhood lately, I am digging John Robshaw, shopping for melon pops, nori, sugar cane, and dragon fruit at Lotte, fighting impulses to spray paint things gold and watching Bollywood movies. Meanwhile Peter is shouting, "Mom, I do not like spicy." And I am all, " if you think this is spicy just wait until your new friends Sawheb or Sulleyman invite you over for dinner."

Friday, September 24, 2010

Re-read realizations

I have been re-reading my own blog (helps with the maternal memory loss) and I have had a few realizations:

1. I really should get that red APA guide book back out and review some rules. Where does that period go when you use parenthesis?

2. That disparaging blog post I wrote about Cookie magazine correlated with the magazines demise. I really want to say I am sorry, come back we can still be friends, just please stop sending me Allure magazine to fulfill the rest of my subscription. Allure doesn't know me AT ALL, and frankly I am a little embarrassed to have it in my stacks!

3. I am dying to;
a. take a tractor ride at Belltown hill orchard, pick loads of apples, and can applesauce
on a cool Fall afternoon.
b. Ride a ferry.
c. See leaves change to bright beautiful colors, not just shrivel up and fall off :(
d. Take a swim in Walden pond.
e. Attend the best book club ever.
Sorry I left you New England, I miss you dearly. I would come back, but David says, No.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Girls just wanna have fun

With Peter off to school and David off to work we have been having a lot of girl time. Abby, Kate, and I have very similar interests, we all enjoy watching Project runway, madame Alexander dolls, shopping, and napping.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Hangin' at the Bus Stop

I am getting some AMAZING parental advise at the bus stop lately. I am beginning to see why people just drive their kids to school.

On day 2 Kate sneezed at the bus stop, wrong move. A Russian woman says to me,
"Oh no (shakes head, and expresses much worry that the baby has some discharge from her nose)... In my Country is tradition to put few drops, how you say...Mother's milk in baby's nose...few drops, just right in nose...has healing properties!"

I replied with raised eyebrows, "Wow, that's very interesting." What I was thinking was, "here's the thing lady, I have been sucking snot out of peoples noses for the better part of a decade. I have the Graco Snot Sucker 3000 at home and a giant bottle of normal saline, and nothing gives me more pleasure than strapping my baby down, putting one of each in each nare and taking care of that little runny nose. I have really got this, thanks."

In addition to my new Russian friend, I also have a new "friend", recently returned from her summer vacation to her home country of Singapore. I am pretty sure my Mother sent her to look out for my children. Whenever the temperature dips below 80 degrees, and I mean dips to 78 degrees, she strikes.
"don't you have socks for your baby?"
"you really should get going she must be freezing."
"doesn't he need a jacket."
"should she be wearing shorts."

Meanwhile she is wearing the world's shortest skirt and flip flops, and Abby and I are sweating from our vigorous 10 minute walk to the bus stop.

And while I am ranting I might mention I recently got rear-ended by a taxi cab 200 feet from the rental car return center on my way home from my Grandmother's funeral.

Here are some pictures of some recent lunches for Peter, and yes, he really is eating things he hasn't eaten before (I volunteered for lunch one day, just to check.) The rocket ship one was actually made by David while I was away.

More pleasant posts to come...really

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

First Day...

About this time last year I was sure that I was not going to be one of thoose Mothers who are sobbing at the bus stop. I was going to throw some kind of party, and go get a pedicure. Then I actually got there, and as Peter hugged Abby and told her that he really loved her and was going to miss her, I totally lost it. I was the only Mother sobbing on the corner, and all the other Mothers were assuring me it was going to be o.k.
David even came with us, see there really is some normal after residency :)

Then it was Abby's turn to go to preschool. She asked if I was going to cry again.

Peter is such an awesome kid! He made 4 new friends before the bus even arrived. He has a fierce independent streak, and only gets scared in the middle of the night. He recently told me he was going to be a Firefighter, a Palentologist, and a metro driver. That is in addition to being a Jet pilot, but he already does that job.
This is Peter's first day lunch. I recently discovered charachter bento for kids, and I think it is super fun. We just got a book called "YUM YUM Bento." This is my first attempt at it, those are octopus hot dogs, I know they look a little creepy, but what octopus doesn't?

So far I am thinking the people in charge of elementary schools are a little bit ridiculous. There are so many rules and procedures, and pick-up times, and ... And make sure the snack is labeled "snack" in it's own bag with 2 napkins, not 3 napkins, or 1 napkin, 2 napkins, and the snack can't have peanuts, and bring a shirt with 6 buttons, and don't wear crocs on Tuesdays, and, "no I'm sorry that is not your son's birth certificate, that is a certificate of live birth" it is on white paper and real birth certificates are on colored paper, "yes, I see it has a seal and signature, but it is not a birth certificate," and this won't do where it says MMRV in the second varcillella spot, " ("the V in MMRV stands for varicella"), "well I can't make that leap."
Peter's Teacher is from Connecticut, she is lovely, and so far seems totally reasonable, unlike certain other members of the establishment.