Really?
More snow?!?!
I left my house amidst a mild drizzle and drove a mere 2.5 miles north into snow!
Spring, where are you?
The marvel and mayhem of life in the preschool lane
More snow?!?!
I left my house amidst a mild drizzle and drove a mere 2.5 miles north into snow!
Spring, where are you?
Both E and I have been pretty adamant about restricting Indio's sugar-intake since he started eating solid foods, but lately that area seems to be a big-fat FAIL.
Indio had his first bite of cake when he turned a year old. His next bite was somewhere around his 2nd birthday.
But with all the recent birthdays and celebrations, he's had more than his fair share of tooth-decaying goodness. Now he seems to think everyday is a birthday.
Luckily, we are still able to distract him with bribes of mango or berries. Yes, I've progressed from feeding my kid cupcakes for dinner to bribing him.
How is it that I never have anything to wear, yet I never seem to be able to get through all the laundry in our house?
Read more...I know, I know, it's late Tuesday and I'm just getting around to a Weekend Update! Forgive me; E is away in NYC, I'm battling strep throat [again!] and still managing to get myself to work and Indy to daycare on time.
We incorporated a new *tradition* into our library that I saw on inchmark: tracing Indio's wee hand along with mine on the end paper of his books. Cassius tried to get in on the action too!
Our daily walks have made a comeback into our lives and Saturday's was one Indy won't soon forget. It was my little boy's dream: Mighty Machines galore wrecking an old wine-making warehouse. We went back on Sunday to see the remains. I wonder how soon condos will be up in this spot.
Read more...
I know spring is still 4 days away, but signs of warmer weather are finally popping up all over!
Why is it that a week can go by so slowly only to have the weekend over in a blur???
Friday was a chill evening at home with the boys. We had the perfect rainy-evening dinner: chicken pot pie with a salad and of course, wine.
Saturday, Indio woke up under the weather. We knew something was up when he refused to eat. [The men in my family don't do that very often.] Lucky me, I was holding my little guy when he proceeded to throw up all over me and the computer keyboard. That was fun. Needless to say, our afternoon plans of a playdate and dinner with the Nurse family had to be postponed.
I still made the baked ziti I had planned for the evening, and after a 5+ hour nap, Indio even tried a bit.
Thankfully, Indy was back in action on Sunday. After a family walk in the misty morning, we headed uptown for a birthday lunch for Nanaji [my dad] at The Host.
It was great to hang out with my folks and brother, even though the consensus was that the butter chicken wasn't up to The Host's regular standards.
Because we were still so full from lunch, our dinner tonight consisted of a cup of tea and some wine. Indy had some leftover ziti, though he tried to get into the wine.
How was your weekend? Did the time change affect you?
Since Indio was 6 months old, bedtime has always been a fairly easy time in our household . . . except when it came to brushing his teeth. In the beginning, before those pearly whites even made an appearance we were diligent about gum massage, and up until more recently, Indy continued to allow us to brush his teeth for him.
With his recent explosion of independence and stubbornness, he began protesting and fighting me. I had to pin his arms down and between all the thrashing and screaming, try to polish each one of his tiny chompers.
I turned to some of other moms for pointers and that led me to a battery-operated, brightly coloured, Go, Diego, Go! brush by Colgate.
What a fabulous invention! Indio wants to brush his teeth all.the.time. He asks for his "Day-go brush" even when it's not time to brush his teeth. And he still finally lets me get in there to rid his mouth of the "sugar bugs" [another tactic picked up from another mom].
This book has been on my *to read* list forever and I finally got around to picking up an audio copy for my commute.
I really wanted to like this book, and at the beginning, it was fairly engrossing, but by the middle I found myself skipping passages and almost entire pages. I think this would've have been an excellent magazine article, but as a book, I felt it went on a bit too much. I could relate to some of what Portia went through, but again, felt like it was just a really long diary entry that wasn't especially interesting.
I think I've used the adjective "heart-wrenching" a lot this year when describing the books I've read, and Little Bee is no different. The story was difficult at times, and more than heart-wrenching, it was gut-wrenching. but it was very well written and captivating. I definitely couldn't put it down and often fell asleep with it on my face. I can't really divulge too much about the story because the author explicitly asks that readers let other readers find out for themselves, so you're going to have to pick it up and tell me what you think.
I wouldn't have picked this book up on my own, but luckily it was sent to me by the lovely and wonderful, Claire. I loved ending my day with a few pages at the Homesick Restaurant and was sad when it was finished. The story follows Pearl, a single mother, and her 3 children as they grow up in their dysfunctional family in Baltimore from sometime in the 1940s to 1975.© Blogger templates Psi by Ourblogtemplates.com 2008
Back to TOP