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magicicada) wrote2003-07-04 11:39 am
magicicada) wrote2003-07-04 11:39 am
random recollections
a tour of things i should journal before they are lost in the past.
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h_postmortemus took over sylvia wrangling and amusing in the morning so that i could make french toast. i had a sudden compulsion to master this food and the results justified the time. i had the sudden insight that french toast is just eggs, milk and bread, all fairly healthful things. ok, it probably would have been better for the diet if i hadn't used hoagie rolls, but it was an experiment. perhaps next time i'll use whole wheat bread or some such. preparation is very simple: whip eggs as long as you can stand it, add milk and seasonings, soak bread. i used a moderate amount of oil in a non-stick skillet and probably could have used less. mmm, it is a very hearty breakfast. i'm still stuffed. the irony of making 'french' toast on 4th of july was noted and dismissed.
yesterday i made pudding pies for a 4th of july shindig later today. i had never actually made straight pudding pies and i am inspired by how easy they were. it must be cheating to make food by mixing milk and powder. i made one devil's food pudding pie with chocolate crust (store bought) and one pistachio pie with a reduced fat graham cracker crust. i felt truly rebellious for going for the pistachio and i'm glad i followed my whim. it's a tasty mix. i made the 'stashio pie using the 5 minute directions which advised mixing with cool whip. half was mixed in with the puddings and the other half piled on top. for truth-in-advertising purposes, i took a knife and made a pretty swirly design which exposed the pie's 'stashio heart so that everyone could have some warning as to it's flavor ;). all should be tasty.
after a previous post (too lazy to figure out how to grab it's id number and post snazzy link) about johnny cash's 'ring of fire', i decided that sylvia and i needed to take a break. i have found we're both happier if we do something (anything) different every half hr or so. we went downstairs and i selected the appropriate johnny cash cd. we hung out (i think i was feeding her, but i can't remember) and waited for the appropriate song for a bit. i went upstairs to change her diaper and decided enough with waiting (ring of fire is on track 17) we were ready now. i skipped ahead to the correct song and we started dancing. i held her in my arms and we spun around and around while sylvia tolerated her crazy mama attempting to sing along with cash. sylvia loves spinning and moving and flying and just about anything movement related. she had a blast. i had a blast. we listened to the song three times before i was tuckered out and could not dance any more. i'm really glad i decided to stay home with her.
the other day i called my grandmother, sylvia is her 6th great-grandchild and she repeatedly told me that babies were just for enjoying and having fun with. i think some of the other grandkids might have alarmed her as she was muttering something about kids reading by 3 and what was the point of that. sylvia might be reading by 3, but we're going to make no special effort to hit milestones early. my mom was very helpful the first few weeks when we were just trying to survive and she has told me more than once that it just keeps getting better. while i believe her, it's hard to imagine. the first smile was nice and i love the goofy grin she gives me in the morning, but it's the whole consonant thing that just broke me in little pieces. *le sniff* ok, i'm fine now.
i took sylvia into the 'ol workplace yesterday after my second to last(sniff) mommy & me class. they have still not selected a new boss to replace the one i did not like. the rumor mill says that they're looking at people from out of state including two males *gasp*. i think fresh blood would be a good thing in that position. angie was always too cowed by her experiences under her boss to actually manage our team. she referred everything upwards which led to a nasty communications wall. anyways, on the way out i had another perfect stranger tell me how much sylvia favors me. i'm thinking i should be flattered, but it almost seems surreal. she has definitely started to show her own personality, and we are beginning to suspect she may be a southpaw. according to the books (screw the books) you're not supposed to be able to tell until 6-9 months, but she seems to play with her toys more in her left hand and has a tendency to pick them up in the left hand as well. she will also pick up a toy in her right hand and then transfer it to her left for some good flailing and whapping. no real problem, i'll just want to make sure that left handed scissors are in stock and to have a nice long talk with any teachers.
sleepwise we seem to have hit an odd wrinkle. the sleep routine is working well, but apparently this is her evening nap as she is usually up for an hour or two between it and when she really goes down for the night. in fact, last night the whole routine was short circuited because sylvia fell asleep before her nap. we've decided anything's fair right now because she is definitely teething and really being a good sport about the whole thing. whileh_postmortemus fed her some milk in a sippy cup, i went off to the store to get more infant tylenol and orajel. while he was feeding her she started to fuss to go to sleep, so he rocked her and let her rest. she only got about an oz and half, but that's actually better than we usually do with a bottle.
note to the audience: this journal has turned out to have a lot to do with raising sylvia. what can i say, i'm around her all day long, she is my 'work'. rest assured, there are things on my mind beyond diapers and sippy cups.
today
h_postmortemus took over sylvia wrangling and amusing in the morning so that i could make french toast. i had a sudden compulsion to master this food and the results justified the time. i had the sudden insight that french toast is just eggs, milk and bread, all fairly healthful things. ok, it probably would have been better for the diet if i hadn't used hoagie rolls, but it was an experiment. perhaps next time i'll use whole wheat bread or some such. preparation is very simple: whip eggs as long as you can stand it, add milk and seasonings, soak bread. i used a moderate amount of oil in a non-stick skillet and probably could have used less. mmm, it is a very hearty breakfast. i'm still stuffed. the irony of making 'french' toast on 4th of july was noted and dismissed. yesterday i made pudding pies for a 4th of july shindig later today. i had never actually made straight pudding pies and i am inspired by how easy they were. it must be cheating to make food by mixing milk and powder. i made one devil's food pudding pie with chocolate crust (store bought) and one pistachio pie with a reduced fat graham cracker crust. i felt truly rebellious for going for the pistachio and i'm glad i followed my whim. it's a tasty mix. i made the 'stashio pie using the 5 minute directions which advised mixing with cool whip. half was mixed in with the puddings and the other half piled on top. for truth-in-advertising purposes, i took a knife and made a pretty swirly design which exposed the pie's 'stashio heart so that everyone could have some warning as to it's flavor ;). all should be tasty.
after a previous post (too lazy to figure out how to grab it's id number and post snazzy link) about johnny cash's 'ring of fire', i decided that sylvia and i needed to take a break. i have found we're both happier if we do something (anything) different every half hr or so. we went downstairs and i selected the appropriate johnny cash cd. we hung out (i think i was feeding her, but i can't remember) and waited for the appropriate song for a bit. i went upstairs to change her diaper and decided enough with waiting (ring of fire is on track 17) we were ready now. i skipped ahead to the correct song and we started dancing. i held her in my arms and we spun around and around while sylvia tolerated her crazy mama attempting to sing along with cash. sylvia loves spinning and moving and flying and just about anything movement related. she had a blast. i had a blast. we listened to the song three times before i was tuckered out and could not dance any more. i'm really glad i decided to stay home with her.
the other day i called my grandmother, sylvia is her 6th great-grandchild and she repeatedly told me that babies were just for enjoying and having fun with. i think some of the other grandkids might have alarmed her as she was muttering something about kids reading by 3 and what was the point of that. sylvia might be reading by 3, but we're going to make no special effort to hit milestones early. my mom was very helpful the first few weeks when we were just trying to survive and she has told me more than once that it just keeps getting better. while i believe her, it's hard to imagine. the first smile was nice and i love the goofy grin she gives me in the morning, but it's the whole consonant thing that just broke me in little pieces. *le sniff* ok, i'm fine now.
i took sylvia into the 'ol workplace yesterday after my second to last(sniff) mommy & me class. they have still not selected a new boss to replace the one i did not like. the rumor mill says that they're looking at people from out of state including two males *gasp*. i think fresh blood would be a good thing in that position. angie was always too cowed by her experiences under her boss to actually manage our team. she referred everything upwards which led to a nasty communications wall. anyways, on the way out i had another perfect stranger tell me how much sylvia favors me. i'm thinking i should be flattered, but it almost seems surreal. she has definitely started to show her own personality, and we are beginning to suspect she may be a southpaw. according to the books (screw the books) you're not supposed to be able to tell until 6-9 months, but she seems to play with her toys more in her left hand and has a tendency to pick them up in the left hand as well. she will also pick up a toy in her right hand and then transfer it to her left for some good flailing and whapping. no real problem, i'll just want to make sure that left handed scissors are in stock and to have a nice long talk with any teachers.
sleepwise we seem to have hit an odd wrinkle. the sleep routine is working well, but apparently this is her evening nap as she is usually up for an hour or two between it and when she really goes down for the night. in fact, last night the whole routine was short circuited because sylvia fell asleep before her nap. we've decided anything's fair right now because she is definitely teething and really being a good sport about the whole thing. while
h_postmortemus fed her some milk in a sippy cup, i went off to the store to get more infant tylenol and orajel. while he was feeding her she started to fuss to go to sleep, so he rocked her and let her rest. she only got about an oz and half, but that's actually better than we usually do with a bottle. note to the audience: this journal has turned out to have a lot to do with raising sylvia. what can i say, i'm around her all day long, she is my 'work'. rest assured, there are things on my mind beyond diapers and sippy cups.
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Still, a journal and a thing that changes by the day (ie. a baby) seem to go well together, so feel free to detail it all here. Is the nearest I'll ever get to a kiddy anyway ;p
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The first kiss is a big one.
You get to look forward to Sylvia pointing to the cat and say, "meow".
You smell a poop diaper and you ask her, "Did you poo?" and she bounces her head with a sheepish grin and screams, "Yeah" and giggles.
Early on the pleasures are simple. Later they get more complex but they will make you cry and it's not just the smell of the diaper.