Saturday, April 12, 2014

weekly menu: April 6-12

Last week was a mess of frantic syllabus editing, creating spirometry results to match a new case, scheduling and running interviews, and hosting Whit's mom. But, we've managed to prepare the full menu for the week for the first time in a while.

  • kale, sausage, and white bean soup
  • spinach and wheat berry salad with green garlic dressing (based on this)
  • fish tacos with lime slaw strawberries from the market. And a bottle of wine because YOLO.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

weekly menu: March 9-19

Consolidating two weeks into one post because it's actually 1.5 weeks.

Finally broke out Jerusalem.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

nineteen months

Someone is getting her two-year molars about five months too early.

19 months

But you are running around, eating, and generally doing well. You have been playing with a bucket and blocks that used to belong to your father. Your favorite things to eat are olives, sauerkraut, hummus, granola. You sometimes grab my hand and press it against your face. You hold our hand while walking when you are uncertain about the situation.

While I was cooking one day, you raised your arms and insisted "up, up, up." I pulled over a chair so that you could stand higher and watch what I was doing, and you pushed your face as far as you could and reached out your hands to touch the food I was preparing.

You like sitting on your potty with all your clothes on.

But this day, when I took these photos, you were serious and low-spirited. Your teeth hurt, you were having a hard time coping with frustration. You cried more easily. You wanted to be held a lot more.

19 months

You have also been sporting more bruises and scrapes on your knees. You've been coming home with splinters in your hands. The most common word we've been hearing is "owie." But when I hold you to pull wood slivers out of your palms with tweezers, you cry and cry but don't pull away. I am grateful that you are active and curious, and that you seem to understand enduring discomfort for a good outcome.

Closer to two than we are to one, kiddo.

19 months

Saturday, February 22, 2014

weekly menu: February 16-22

Linnea slipped and fell on the slide at daycare this week, and wound up with an impressive fat lip.

She's doing well, even eating spoonfuls of lemon juice (say wut).

This week's menu:
  • double batch of eggplant puree
  • arugula, barley, beet, feta, and edamame salad
  • mac and cheese with peas
  • cornmeal waffles (kind of a bust, but probably more the waffle maker than the recipe)

Monday, February 17, 2014

"every last one of us can do better than give up."

I happen to believe that America is dying of loneliness, that we, as a people, have brought into the false dream of convenience, and turned away from a deep engagement with our internal lives–those fountains of inconvenient feeling–and toward the frantic enticements of what our friends in the Greed Business call the Free Market.

We're hurtling through time and space and information faster and faster, seeking that network connection. But at the same time we're falling away from our families and our neighbors and ourselves...

[Sugar] understands that attention is the first and final act of love, and that the ultimate dwindling resource in the human arrangement isn't cheap oil or potable water or even common sense, but mercy.
Reading Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed. Quote above is from the introduction by Steve Almond.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

weekly menu: February 9-15

Tough week. Sick kid, dead phone, too much work. We also made the poor decision to visit IKEA on a Saturday afternoon. I'm still decompressing.

lunch at IKEA