brussel sprouts and evolutions (originally on iheart)

So tonight, I made brussel sprouts, and the baby ate a whole plateful.
I was so excited, because I love brussel sprouts and I'm always trying to get him to eat the stuff that I love.
Here's the "recipe" (quotations, because I made it up. . . . )

1lb of brussel sprouts (cut the bottoms off and then slice them thin and then let them soak in cool water to get the grit out)
2 or 3 slices of pepper crusted bacon
real maple syrup
olive oil
garlic
sea salt
pepper

I cooked the bacon first, then removed it from the pan and drained most of the grease. Then finely mince the garlic and sautee it in the left over bacon fat and a little bit of olive oil.
Add in the brussel sprouts and sautee them til they're tender. Add about a tablespoon of the maple syrup and keep on the heat.
Right at the end, crumble the bacon and throw it back in and then use a bit of sea salt and cracked pepper.

It's so yummy, seriously.

As I was cooking tonight, I had something of an epiphany. . . . Every time I cook dinner, Orion wants me to hold him. And at this age, he rarely wants me to hold him anymore. Except when I'm cooking dinner or unloading the groceries from the car. . . something that makes it virtually impossible for me to pick him up. This got me thinking. . . .

Evolutionarily speaking, shouldn't kids be programmed to do the opposite? Shouldn't some sort of instinct kick in that says, "Mommy needs to cook dinner so I can eat, I won't scream and cry and get in her way"

But in fact the opposite is true.
It's as though nature has designed parenthood to be as inconvenient as possible. . . logistically speaking.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but it just occured to me.

engulfed in seasonal merriment

I typed that phrase in an email to a friend earlier, and it was sort of a joke, but the more I thought about it, it's really not a joke.


ah. . .

However, that's not really what this blog will be about. . . I am having poop issues. Not my own poop issues, mind you, but the baby's poop.
The problem is that he can't really poop if he has a diaper on. No lie. He tries and tries and nothing happens and then he cries. . . It's awful. So, to solve this problem, I've gotten into the habit of letting him run around with no diaper and then when he seems to want to . . .ya know. . . i run upstairs with him to the bathroom. The sad and sort of embarassing reality is that he most times doesn't make it.

Good thing I've got hardwood floors.

So, I'm faced with a bit of a problem. . . he's only a year and a half and his doctor recommends not trying to potty train for another year. So while I definitely plop him on the potty when it's feasible, it's not something I can really start implementing as the norm for him.

If you had told me two and a half years ago that my blog would be about baby poop I would have laughed in your face.
and so it goes. . .

Fall. . . . in love

So I'm obsessed with it being fall. . . I don't know what it is. I've hung Indian corn, I'm lighting pumpkin pie candles, I want to swear scarves. . . etc etc.

I think now that I'm a mom. . . everything seems cooler. Christmas seems whimsical again. . . fall is wholesome and crisp and exciting again. We're going to pumpkin farms, apple tastings, farmers markets etc.

I don't bake pies, but I'm even considering making an apple or pumpkin or sweet potato pie. . . or maybe all three!! or pecan pie!

Dishes featuring root vegetables are looking really appealing. . .

Pretty soon I'll be making baby scarecrows out of outgrown baby clothes and weaving wreathes out of things. . .

If you see me making any sort of clothing out of corn husks. . . please stop me.

Viva la Autumn!

chasing pumpkins

Today, I took the baby to a pumpkin farm. . . and it was great. We had a ton of fun up til the very end, when he started getting cranky.
So, we're walking to the car. . . he's in the wagon with the pumpkins. . . and I can't find the car.
I ended up dragging him and the pumpkins around in the wagon for like ten minutes and he's getting more and more antsy as time goes on and I'm losing my cool.
Finally, we get to the end of one of the rows, and I go to turn the wagon around and it spins out, falls over, and the baby and the pumpkins fall into the gravel parking lot. . . the smaller of the pumpkins hits him in the head and the big one goes rolling off down the driveway, out of my view.
So I've got a screaming baby, a toppled wagon, and one less pumpkin, and still no car.

At this point, I really lost my cool. And all I could think of was how much easier it would have been in that situation if I wasn't alone. If there was someone who could have gone running after the renegade pumpkin while I'm comforting the baby. . . or vice versa. . . or someone who could have walked around the parking lot til we found the car instead of dragging the wagon around the whole time. . .

It's times like that where it bothers me. The whole day up to that point had been great!

So finally, I get us to the car. . . and then we were fine. . . and then I got the idea to go drive along the driveway to see if I could find our pumpkin (we paid for it after all!!) and see if it wasn't too badly damaged. And I found it!! I felt so triumphant! I found it, and it was in tact. It was such a mommy moment. . . even though he wasn't even sad about the pumpkin. . . if I hadn't been able to get it back I would have felt like I didn't "win" or whatever.
The pumpkin did not defeat me!!

It's the little things in life that make me happy :)

thai food for 100 people

I have been musing lately about the heirarchy in the workplace. . .
When I was entry level I worked my ASS off. Stayed late, came in early, worked through lunch all just to keep up with the ridiculous pace of the job.

When I moved to middle management, I worked a little less, but the work I did held more weight. I made less decisions, but the ones that I made mattered more and required more ownership. If I fucked it up, then I did. . . and there was no way I could hide it.

Now that I'm upper management, I feel like I do a lot of talking and listening, and not a ton of "doing". I get to decide when I go in, when I work from home, what the priorities are for the department, etc.

Today, I had to decide what we should have for free lunch. . . my decision? Thai food, for 100 people. Then I got to decide which pad thai and which curries and how spicy. . .
Right before that, I had to decide whether or not to fire someone.

Crazy!! How do you go from Tofu Penang curry to terminating someone's employment!?!

What's also interesting is that in my head, I am just me, and that's all. . . but to my employees, I'm their boss. They don't kiss my butt, but they definitely are nicer to me than they probably would be otherwise.
To be honest, it's a sweet deal. I feel like I earned this, but at the same time, I feel like I must be the luckiest gal ever to have been at the right place at the right time.

VP debate

For as "middle of the road" as the debate seemed, there is still alot to say. (Thanks Clare for getting us started!!)Firstly, Sarah Palin didn't have a Tina Fey moment (which was kind of a bummer for me), but she was so rehearsed. Sure, she was well prepared, but only because she was memorizing note cards for the last week. I don't think she deserves any credit whatsoever for being "informed". No one is patting Obama or Biden or even McCain for that matter on the back for actually knowing something!! (come on people. . . ) In the moment, if an acute situation arose, she would have NO idea what to do. She's such a cheerleader, memorizing the chants and repeating them over and over. I'm sick of hearing her regurgitating McCain's rhetoric. I'd love to hear her say something that sounds like it might have been her own original idea. The only time I even remotely saw that in her was when she was talking about education and it sounded like she didnt have it memorized word for word.Biden, I thought, had a great opportunity to let his experience and knowledge shine, and I thought he really did that. He avoided attacking her personally. . . didn't mention her lack of foreign policy experience, didn't make it about her as a person. I loved the whole exchange about gay marriage and how Biden laid out the Obama/Biden policy for equal constitutional rights for gay couples, and then when the moderator asked Palin if she agreed and she totally avoided the question. My only real complaint about Biden is that fact that he doesn't have the charm that really gets through to the folks who might not really get into the heavy political issues. Although, I loved how he let down his guard a little when he talked about his family.