Saturday, March 28, 2009

Updates

So what's been happening in the last couple of weeks? Since you asked...

1. We had an awesome visit with my college roommate MK who was traveling from Boston back home to Texas to attend med school in the fall. Incredibly, she drove out of her way to come spend a couple of days with us. It was wonderful to get to know each other again as adults. We really have come a long way since 1086 Bingham...



2. Jack attended his first W&L event - a tailgate for a lacrosse game.


Oh, to be fair, Will was also in attendance, but he slept in the infant seat in the wayback of the car (with the tailgate open, people) the whole time. God bless him. Jack got his first major injuries of the season when he fell on the asphalt and skinned a knee and an elbow. He added the other knee a couple of days later in school. Poor kid clearly has my lack of coordination.

3. Jack says lots of funny things.

A couple of months ago, I was out doing errands with Lulu when Jack announced from the backseat that he wanted to "go out to yunch." My mother and I, not being one to turn down lunch invitations, happily agreed. Yunch with Yuyu is now our favorite treat.

We are clearly beating the concept of manners into him because he now says "no thank you" even when there is no pending question. For example, when Billy tickles or otherwise irritates Jack, Jack will look at him and say firmly "NO THANK YOU DADDY!" Also, we recently had this exchange:

Me: Jack, it's time to go to bed sweetie.
Jack: No thank you mommy.

Yesterday, I went in to Jack's room when he woke up from his nap. He was saying something about wanting his fire truck. Looking around and not finding any of his toy fire trucks in his room, I looked at him quizzically and told him I didn't see any fire trucks. He said he wanted the fire truck on the ground. I said "where?" to which he replied "ON THE GROUND I SAID." Sure enough, there was a tiny sticker, smaller than a fingernail, right there on the carpet. That kid is always right.

In the Jack's-been-spending-alot-of-time-with-my-mother department, he jumped out from behind a chair the other day, hand/finger point up and said "TA DA!" If you know Lulu, you know exactly where that comes from. It's so funny to see yourself or your parents in your children's expressions.

4. Will is continuing to grow like a weed. I have no idea how much he weighs now but the other day when Jack was sitting next to him on the couch I was pretty sure for a minute that Will was longer/taller. Otherwise, he is a really good baby and still sleeping like a champ. No complaints. He smiles a ton and he's very interactive these days. He also loves Jack. Jack continues to love him. Everyone loves each other. It's like a hippie commune around here.


5. Finally, we went to see the Thomas the Train show last week.


We didn't tell Jack about it until right before we left, for obvious reasons. When we told him, he looked at us like we were bonkers. I think he thought we were taking him to see a movie. We explained that we were seeing the "real" Thomas. Then he looked at us like we were loony tunes.

The boys loved the show - I have never seen them sit still without moving for that long. Ever. It was unreal.


At intermission, this is what happened:

The boys were running around in circles and then collapsing to the ground at the Ted, perhaps doing a more hyper version of ring around the rosey. It was hysterical and, more importantly, there was nothing we could do to stop it. Other people, were shooting us dirty looks, as if to convey that they disapproved of our parenting skills. Of course, their children were literally dripping with all the schlock they sell at these events for insane amounts of money and holding cotton candy and giant cokes. Not that there's anything wrong with those things but at least we weren't giving them dirty looks. I found the whole thing hysterical myself.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Home baked happiness

Alright alright, so it's been awhile. Oddly enough, I seem to have no time on my hands these days. One of these days, I'll fully catch up.. Anyway, for various reasons, Jack and I decided to make cookies yesterday afternoon. I am not normally a baker. I am a very ... loose cook. I measure in handfuls, palmfuls, turns around the pan etc. I like to view recipes as suggestions. Baking, on the other hand, requires exact measurements and strict adherence to recipes.

So for the most part, I buy baked goods or make them out of boxes or mixes. And I'm okay with that. But for some reason, yesterday I felt the need to make cookies from scratch. And to have Jack help me do it. This is significant because despite being a messy cook (ask Billy), I am a little bit of a control freak in the kitchen. So sharing my already small kitchen space with a toddler made me a little edgy.


But we had an awesome time. We mixed and poured and stirred. We licked batter off of beaters (yes, raw batter with unpasteurized eggs - call social services). We made a royal mess of the kitchen. We laughed and laughed and laughed.





Oh and we made some pretty awesome cookies while we were at it. Mine were mostly just crispy but I attribute that to my terrible oven and my inability to get an accurate temperature read, even with an oven thermometer.



In case you want it (and I suggest that you do), here's the recipe

Crispy, Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies
Adapted from AllRecipes.com

2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt

3/4 cup unsalted butter, melted
1 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1 egg
1 egg yolk

2 cups chocolate chips (I mix semi-sweet and white chocolate)

1. Preheat the oven to 325°F (165°C). Grease cookie sheets or line with parchment paper.

2. Sift together the flour, baking soda and salt; set aside. In a medium bowl, cream together the melted butter, brown sugar and white sugar until well blended.

3. Beat in the vanilla, egg, and egg yolk until light and creamy. Mix in the sifted ingredients until just blended.

4. Stir in the chocolate chips by hand using a wooden spoon. Drop cookie dough 1/4 cup at a time (for giant cookies) or a tablespoon at a time (for smaller cookies) onto the prepared cookie sheets. Cookies should be about 3 inches apart.

5. Bake larger cookies for 15 to 17 minutes, or 10 to 12 minutes for smaller ones (check your cookies before they’re done; depending on your scoop size, your baking time will vary) in the preheated oven, or until the edges are lightly toasted. Cool on baking sheets for a few minutes before transferring to wire racks to cool completely.

Monday, March 2, 2009

"Bottle" Royale

A couple of weeks ago, Will stopped taking a bottle. Jack did something similar at the same age (about 7 weeks old). We were stunned, shocked and aghast. Why, after taking a bottle for 5 weeks, would he suddenly refuse? Little did we know that kids routinely refuse to take bottles at about that age because they all of a sudden become "active participants" in the eating process. The ironic thing is that all the books and the breastfeeding gurus warn you not to give your kid a bottle or a pacifier too soon lest they reject breastfeeding altogether in favor of a bottle. Ha. I have NEVER known a kid who wouldn't breastfeed but I know a hell of a lot of kids who wouldn't take a bottle. So I bought every bottle (from the cheapie ones to the 20 dollar ones that look like a real boob) and every nipple (latex, silicone, regular, orthodontic) and tried them all in combination with each other. Here are just three of my big bottle bags (these are not normal ziplocs mind you but ginormous ones meant for sweaters or body parts).


We tried to feed him in the swing, in the baby bjorn, standing on the front porch, jumping up and down, upside down in the siwng...you name it, we did it. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't a huge deal because Jack slept 12 hours (from 7 until 7) at about 3 months. So we'd just wait to go out until later. But it posed problems for late afternoon activities and it certainly meant we couldn't go away until he was a year old.

So when Master Will exhibited the same behavior, I panicked. We tried to give him bottles every day for a week to make sure it wasn't a fluke. When we determined it wasn't, Billy and I caucused and decided that before things completely spiraled out of control, we would make one last ditch effort to avoid a permanent bottle strike. We figured we'd either break his will (no pun intended) or die trying so to speak.

I'm sorry to say we went down in flames. We've been bested by a 2 month old. It surely won't be the last time...

And the beat goes on...




Brotherly love knows no bounds around here. Jack still thinks Will is the bee's knees. He is currently obsessed with holding his hand which would make even the most relaxed of parents totally paranoid, seeing as how we are in the midst of a particularly terrible flu season. But it's so unbelievably sweet that I can't put a kibosh on it. His other favorite activity is giving Baby Will "big hugs and smooches." Again, feel the heart palpitations. Like anything else in the parenting arena, you start out in absolutes and quickly slide down the slippery slope of trying to determine whether a previously verboten activity will lead to an immediate visit to the hospital. For example, we hauled the activity mat out of the attic to leave Will on when we are being inattentive parents (see post below regarding the failure of bouncy seat to handle such a task).


We originally told Jack that the mat was ONLY for Baby Will and that no part of Jack could touch it. At first, Jack was content to sit on the edge of the mat and slip in the occasional rub of the head.

Our acquiescence only made him bolder and soon Jack was lying down next to Will and giving him full body smotherings, er, hugs.

Not only that, Jack moves the animals for Will. The whole point is that the babies can kick and grab the animals and in the process learn all sorts of things. But given how much Jack wants to do on Will's behalf, it will be a miracle if Will ever lifts a bloody finger.

What I find remarkable is that Jack has yet to show us any real jealousy. I fully expected that when someone was holding Will, Jack would sidle up and try to take the baby's place in that person's lap. No. As it turns out, he cares only insomuch as he thinks he would be better suited to hold Baby Will than you.

He's not irritated when Will cries - he merely gives him a hug and announces proudly "Mommy, I make it all better."

He willingly shares his toys and food, which leads to slightly dangerous situations like Thomas the train balancing precariously on Will's nose or Jack putting a cheerio right on Will's lips. But I'm not about to tell him not to share with his baby brother because we all know that'll come back to bite me on the ass in about 9 months...

So we make compromises, with ourselves, with our children. Whatever it takes to maintain the peace.