Friday, February 27, 2009

Ride Along


Arin got this ride-on truck for his first birthday. It was too noisy and intimidating and big though, so he never really approached it. However, after sneaking out onto the porch recently he rediscovered it, and now, six month later, he thinks it's great. Thanks Carl!

Lego Box

Last night I was cooking in the kitchen and Arin decided to join me, but doing his own thing.


Notice he's somehow missing a sock again...

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Colbert and Vikings

Well, if you know me you know I love Vikings. And Steven Colbert. Combine the two? BEST EVER. Colbert was at his best tonight. Well, I am hopped up on cold meds waiting for my Benadryl to kick in, but eating chicken off a sword is a surefire way into my heart.

Ok here's the link where you can watch it, it has an ad at the beginning (oh, the Gaul!) so I didn't want to embed it. Tide isn't paying ME any money, after all:

The Swede Hereafter

Sick

I am sick currently, which means that my whole world stops for a little while. I am not one of those people who handle being sick with grace. I whimper and shiver and sniffle obtrusively and sneeze all over. If I'm sick everyone knows it and I want pity.

I can accept this, I know I'm no Jane Austen heroine.

They are demure and modest and yet very delicate in that they are often contracting random illnesses they they accept quietly and without fuss. They just lie about in bed, graciously receiving visitors and eating toast.

I eat toast and complain about wanting to vomit and how snot shoots out of my tear duct when I blow my nose. No lie, it's wicked gross.

But, while I'm talking about Jane Austen, I would like to add a new blog to my list on the side. It's lovely and fantastic and indulges my epic love for all things English and polite and romantic. I've been finding a lot of great historical blogs recently but this one is good even if you aren't hardcore, check it out:

http://janeaustensworld.wordpress.com/

Also, it has tons of info and links to other nifty historical-ish things that are 'excessively diverting' to explore (that's a web award by the way, which this blog has won).

So, I'm going to sit here too sick to read all this socially delicious goodness, and dream of a time when it's spring and I'm well and I can devote hours to reading historical romantic fiction. Perfect.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Yummy Song

Ok, now that I know how to embed youtube videos here y'all are in trouble. Yeah, that's right.

So I really like this song, and forgot about it until I happened to hear it on the radio Thursday night as I was running late for class. The scene: a cold winter night in the dark heart of Lowell with me in a giant SUV driving around the enclosed parking lots of UMASS's administrative buildings, desperately searching for a phantom opening. And of course, getting later and later by the second. I already knew I would have to walk in while my instructor was talking, and I get enough attention from him as it is. Also, there are more people in our class than workstations, so the last people there (usually those caught in traffic) are the ones who have to embarrassingly double up with other people and sit in the aisle. So, you could say at this point I was stressin'. Then this song came on the radio, and all my cares just melted into dust.

Instantly I was transported back to sophmore year of college, listening to John Mayer on the radio as I and three other UNH ladies made an adventurous car trek all the way up to Montreal for a fantastic girl's weekend. I know, Matt Nathanson is NOT John Mayer, mostly because I don't much like the latter, though that song, you know, the one about being in BED... that's a damn sexy song. But not like, dirty porno sexy, you know? So is this song, which is why I'm reminded of those carefree days of my wild youth. So yeah, SEXY YUMMY SONG:




I put up the lyric video instead of his actual video because a.) the sound quality was better and b.) he does some weird wiggly dancing in his video that just FREAKS me out. Sorry.

Also, interestingly, the radio informed me that Mr. Nathanson is actually from Massachusetts! Lexington, to be specific, and according to the announcer the only good thing to come out of the city besides the Minutemen. A joke about pickup lines ensued. Anyway, just thought I'd share my unexpected happy moment from last week.

Last Holiday


Last Holiday - I love this movie, I LOVE it. It just came on tv again tonight and that makes me so happy. If you are a female then go out and watch this movie, it is fun, uplifting, sweet, funny and how can you not love Queen Latifah?

So its cheesy and the plot line isn't deep and literary, but it's entertaining and just makes me want to go out and live life. Do something exciting, get out of the house, you know. It's elevating.

Not to mention I adore 'travel' movies, ones that are like taking a mini-vacation in your living room. Without the packing and plane fare. Anyway, just trust me, you'll like this go watch it.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Duct Tape

Well, the day has finally come...



Yes, I went THERE. I accidentally ripped the tab off Arin's Pampers, which pretty much hasn't happened since he was 3 days old (at which time I just threw away the offending diaper, since I changed about 15 a day anyway). This time though, I decided to bring out the duct tape as I had read in many 'baby advice' articles back when I was still pregnant.

No need to waste a good diaper, right? Especially since I had to change FOUR poopie diapers so far today. Uck.

Life's a Treat with Shaun the Sheep

Julie and/or Lauren, I'm not exactly sure who is responsible, got Arin into Shaun the Sheep. Well, the theme song to it. He LOVES to watch it on YouTube over and over! It's alright to hear once or twice, the lyrics aren't bad but after the third time you kind of want to strangle Shaun the Sheep.




And here is the X-Factor version that he originally got hooked on, its a spin off of the UK's American Idol auditions I guess.





You can't compete with Shaun the Sheep!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Firstborn Son


Today it occurred to me...

Arin is the firstborn son of a firstborn son and a firstborn daughter.

Doesn't that sound like the start of a great prophecy?



Here's the little son of prophecy during his very first nap.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Chocolate Ninja

I don't know how this keeps happening... my Bobosaur is a NINJA. A chocolate ninja.

I was in the kitchen washing dishes earlier, and when I finished I realized Arin hadn't eaten anything (he wasn't hungry for breakfast), and I felt like a bad mommy so I grabbed a nutri-grain bar figuring at least he would have something in his stomach.

I walk into the living room to give him the tasty snack and was shocked to discover that my sweet boy, who had been playing so nice and quietly so I could clean up, had somehow snuck into the kitchen (the gate had been up all weekend to prevent him from getting Valentine's treats), grabbed a big box of turtle chocolates and snuck back into the living room stealthily, where he helped himself to a chocolate coma!



He just looked up at me with this glazed-over expression, and held up his hand for me to clean off! He was literally drunk off chocolate. You can see it in his face here, he was just laid out, barely able to suck the chocolate off his fingers. I think he only had one, but I guess they are strong... Oh, and of course he had spit out all the nuts all over himself and the floor. They get in the way of chocolate, you know.

So much for the Nutri-grain bar.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Superbowl Day

Arin had a nice little football shirt for the Superbowl, not that he watched much of it, he was busy making messes.

Valentine's Oreo Truffles

Instead of buying people chocolates this year I made some Oreo truffles, after seeing them on Bakerella's website. They looked SO good I had to make them. I kind of winged the recipe, and since I was crushing the cookies by hand ended up adding some heavy cream to make them easier to crush, which I wouldn't do again they came out kind of mushy.

Here is what I came up with after mushing up about 3/4 a package of Oreos, a big pour of heavy cream and four ounces of cream cheese with a potato masher. They're shiny because they're gooey and damp, just like you dipped your Oreo cookies in milk. Mmm, oreos and milk...


Then I melted various types of chocolate and had one heck of a time dipping and dripping, in the end they came out lumpy and messy but that makes them more fun to eat, right?

Arin loved them, as you can see he was the one eating these while I assembled the little festive boxes. He managed to snag two, the peanut butter one and a dark chocolate one.

I added some heavy cream to the dark chocolate and the peanut butter when I was melting them, so the coating is a bit mousse-like, which made them easier to 'frost' and more light and fluffy. The milk chocolate ones came out with a traditional hard-shell coating.

This is what Arin has looked like this for the past three days, I swear. No chocolate is safe.

And here is the updated Valentine's table with just SOME of our assorted goodies on it. Minus the strawberries which are chilling on the porch, and a bunch of delicious from-scractch chocolate cupcakes. Those cupcakes there are Julie's attempt to make red-velvet. :)

Flowers

We got some pretty flowers for Valentine's Day (and a balloon for Arin). They smell even better than they look, the whole house smells like sweet roses. Almost like having spring in the here after all!

I've decided I really love mixed bouquets. The Gerber daisies are so fresh looking!




And here's Arin with his 'boon', momentarily distracted from trying to get more chocolate...

How's this for Romance


Everyone in my family had a nice Valentine's Day planned. Mom and Carl went down to the Cape, Julie and Lauren went down to stay in Provincetown, Arin ate a TON of chocolate, and me... well, this about sums it up:


I got to spend the day cleaning toilets, doing laundry, dusting icky stuff and finally, cooking a big dinner. And I had a monster pile of pots and pans waiting for me bright and early this morning. Oh well, at least there are tons of yummy treats hanging around the house for me to feel better with!

I did get to make some chocolate covered strawberries (still haven't been eaten, except for the two that 'didn't make it' through the fudge dipping ;) and some of Bakerella's Oreo Truffles.

Mine came out very... rustic looking? I added some heavy cream to my Oreo stuffing so they were a bit moister than I think they technically should be, so dipping them was a challenge. Oh, and I didn't use white chocolate, not a big fan. I dipped some in milk chocolate, some in semi-dark chocolate (the strawberry dip) and some in melted Reese's peanut butter chips. The peanut butter is VERY yum!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Wishing for Warm


How many months before we can enjoy balmy summer sunsets again?



I'd settle for a few more days of 50 degree highs. :/

Uck...

Did you know, that when you rinse with Crest Whitening mouthwash and then eat a bagel it tastes like bubblegum? And the taste will stay in your mouth ALL MORNING?

Well, now you do.
Uck. Anyway...


This is what I hope tomorrow looks like. Sunny, warm, and full of heavenly love. Spring COULD come early as a Valentine's Day present, right??

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Almost V-Day

This year Arin will be big enough to appreciate Valentine's Day for what it really means... chocolate. He's obsessed already, I can already imagine what a great day he'll have with a whole bunch of treats to sample.



This is from my birthday breakfast that Julie and Lauren made... but it gets the idea across.


Someone small and sweet stole my heart... and then ate it messily.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Here is the progression of my baby from slim little 90th percentile height, 25th percentile weight, to 90th percentile height, 75th percentile weight! Just kidding, he's still a little beanpole! His little thighs are so skinny!

Anyway, this is another example of how Grampy is leading him down the path of excess... always bringing over Dunkin' Donuts! These ones were all stale and left over from Thanksgiving, but it didn't stop Arin from trying to gnaw some deep-fried goodness between those sharp chompers of his.







YUM!!!!

18 Months Old

Yesterday Arin turned 18 months! We didn't really notice, but he had his appointment with his new doctor today (and didn't have to get the shots yet, lucky boy). He had a fun day this week though, Tuesday I took him to Fun World to play on the huge playground and then Julie came to join us. Afterwards we went to McDonalds so he could have some sips of coca-cola (blame my dad for getting him into this), but he was falling asleep in line from all the fun and lack of a nap! After that he got his first 'real' haircut and at least if its a bit uneven no one can blame me. I don't have the pics of his new hair yet, I'll post them later. But here are two from the last month.

In the first pic he's up on the computer chair having just stolen MY breakfast and proceeding to devour it.

And here is a typical winter night, rampaging around with one or no socks, in pj's that don't match with a sweater for warmth, and doing something silly like running fast with a santa hat covering his eyes.

Why I love Ree

Reasons why I love Ree Drummond aka The Pioneer Woman:

  1. She is a sweetheart.
  2. She keeps it real.
  3. 'Black Heels to Tractor Wheels' indulges my love of romantic stories and makes me warm and fuzzy.
  4. She gives the world lots of pictures of cowboys in tight jeans.
  5. She makes yummy recipes for us.
  6. Someday I'm going to win one of her million awesome contests.
  7. She feels me on SLR obsession.
  8. She lives in the country and takes pretty pictures.
  9. She's funny.
  10. She makes me want to wake up at 5am in the bitter winter to drive cattle. Well, almost.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Christmas Picture

Well, the only Santa Arin's seen was last year and this year at the Library. There are a lot more up on facebook. It was a fun night, involving a real firetruck that Arin got to get up and play in, and the biggest Christmas tree ever lit up all pretty! Lots of fun for the little guy (and me, hee hee!)

Nothing fancy, but here he is:



The past few days when I've had spare moments they have been spent cleaning up baby barf or barfing myself. Oh, and we lost power for a day in that horrible ice storm. Our lines our still ripped off our house and in the driveway. Yey for safety, thanks National Grid for fixing it so promptly! Let me tell you, having to yak over and over again in a 20 degree bathroom is less than fun, in case you were wondering.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Mary Eberstadt's Home-Alone America

Tonight I saw an interview of Mary Eberstadt discussing her book Home-Alone America and I had to go and look it up. Basically, she has been researching the impact of parental absence in the home on kids, whether its through working moms, absent dads, uninvolved relatives, etc. Before I discuss why it resonated with me here's a quote from the author.

A summary question from the National Review Online:

NRO: If a parent can take away only one message from Home-Alone America, what would you like it to be?

Eberstadt: Any family already sacrificing to keep an adult at home with kids will be feel affirmed by the research in my book. But I think other mothers and fathers who do not or cannot make that same choice will find a different kind of reassurance in its pages, because so much of what the evidence really shows is something they already know from common sense.

Parents don’t have to be perfect. They don’t have to buy the “right” toy to jump-start an infant’s “cognitive skills” or play Mozart to a dribbling three-year-old — and contrary to what many women have been told these last few years, they also don’t have to be a stellar model of career success for their children to admire.

No, as the evidence offered in Home-Alone America shows plainly, what benefits many kids most is something far more prosaic — just having parents plain show up, whether for purposes of simple supervision or for the intangible emotional safety net they seem to offer as no one else. Speaking as an imperfect parent and human myself, I find that message liberating, and I think other parents will also feel liberated to be in possession of new evidence tacitly underlining how much they matter.
Various Amazon sellers have it on sale for five dollars, which I'm speculating is because its been used as a text in classrooms, conveniently making it affordable for ME and other interested parents out there.
I'm really glad I saw this interview, and I'm really glad Eberstadt is out there promoting this kind of research. I read a lot of psychology and family studies articles and texts when doing my degree and it's very familiar to a lot of other contemporary work being done. The studies are out there and the results are that kids need parents in the home as much as humanly possible. Still, 'on the street' and in the media it doesn't really feel like this research is making an impact yet. I used to write a lot about how I resented the current attitude (at least in the northeast USA where I'm from) that it is unacceptable, outdated and looked down upon for a woman to stay in the home and raise children instead of going out to work. (This was well before Arin was even a twinkle in my eye, I might add, so my resentment was not entirely selfishly motivated.) Now at least, there is a trend more back towards thinking stay at home mom's are not just lazy, unskilled, useless members of society but actually contributing invaluably to their children's mental, emotional and physical well-being (and therefore strengthening society as a whole). Of course, my reading material and social circles have dramatically changed.
I always wanted to stay at home with Arin, and I have made a lot of sacrifices to be able to do that all this time. Financially it won't be viable for much longer and I am worried about how daycare will affect Arin, I hope that I did everything I could to give him the best start I was able to. At the same time I've felt so pushed and driven to go out and 'get a job' and 'make money' and 'be productive', and that I'm being selfish and lazy for 'just sitting at home all day long playing with a baby'. These aren't quotes anyone has said directly, at least not that I remember, but just general and repetitive inferences I've felt from a variety of sources. And personally I feel really bad that I don't have money to fix up the house, to buy nice clothes for Arin, to actually even GO places like a jungle gym or to visit friends who don't live close, nevermind how I feel about not being able to buy anything for myself or presents for holidays.

Anyway, the point of all that self-indulgent blather is that there aren't that many rewards for a stay-at-home mom... but this book's message is one of them. I'm doing the RIGHT THING. This sacrifice MATTERS. I don't care if someone is looking down their nose at me, thinking I'm wasting time. There is NO BETTER use of time than what I'm doing. There is NO JOB more important than the one I work. Thank you, Mary Eberstadt, for taking the time to explore this subject and bring me some reassurance, because the guilt for staying at home can be just as bad for the guilt of going off to work.

Friday, November 7, 2008

New Direction

Yey, a new direction! So, originally this blog was just going to be all Arin all the time, every little smile and giggle and messy faced feeding picture. Obviously, that didn't happen so I'm hijacking this blog (from myself) for myself. Actually, mostly it will probably still be about Arin. But! I get to throw in all the other junk I find myself wanting to publicly blog about.

And, I also have a defunct old beauty blog thingie on this account which I will post on the right so you don't have to click through my profile, just in case you have some morbid interest in my obsession. Maybe I'll even update that once in a while now too! ;)

And I'll try to post pictures, because no one likes posts without pics, right?



So here's Arin symbolizing Mommy being on the ball. At least for a little while.

Did you forget about us?!

Right, so I haven't updated this in about ten thousand years! I know, and I feel bad.

First of all, I have been posting all of the pictures that do actually see the light of day on facebook. So, if you're not already friends with me there, add me. If you're not ON facebook, join! It's super easy and a great stalking tool. I mean, social networking... or something. :) I'm sort of addicted to 'beauty blogs' and 'housewife blogs' and since I'm such a prolific writer (right guys?) I should join in the fun. :)  More updates to come, promise!

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Arin's first haircut

This morning Arin got his first haircut. He is a few days short of 6 months old, but his hair was everywhere! In his eyes, over his ears, and forming little rats nests in the back... so it was time for a trim. He was born with dark hair like mommy, but it has since grown in blond... so now that its short you can really see a difference. I think he looks older (and definitely blond), aww! I am also not the best hairdresser, but hopefully in a few days it will grow in and look a little more even. It's hard to cut a wiggly baby's hair (oh well, it'll grow back)! :) Here are a bunch of pictures from the big event:

Look how long that hair is! Shaggy. :)


And a view down the top, look at that hair!
Uh oh, here's the very first snip!
'What are you doing to me mommy!?'

This is how he amused himself during the first half of the cut:

At the end of the cut, this was a bunch that I have saved:
'Why can I feel such a cool breeze on my head mommy?'

'Do I look handsome?'
'Where'd all my hair go??'

Why joo takin' so many pictures?
Guess he's happy with the change...

'Am I so handsome or what?'
Doing a George Dubbya look:

Now it's time to go eat some lunch!
 

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