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Month: April 2008

I’m too lazy to think for myself.

I’m too lazy to think for myself.

Last week we went a little crazy and bought a food processor I’d been eying for quite some time. We love it so far — it chops vegetables like a dream and was a key player in making Simon’s birthday carrot cake (it shredded the carrots and mixed part of the batter). The only complaint I have is that we now have another user manual that we don’t necessarily need, but I can’t just toss because it has recipes in it and I collect recipes. They come in handy. We used a recipe from the food processor manual to make some delicious stir-fry the other night. Right now the manual is on the bookshelf, along with the manual for the rice cooker, the pressure cooker, the hand-mixer, and the blender. I wish I had a better way to store them. I’d like to have all of the recipes in one place and the appliance instructions somewhere else. The problem is that the pages are different sizes so I can’t just cut them apart and bind them as one unless I cut the pages to the same size as well, and I can’t do that without losing some of the recipe. I also don’t like they way they are bound. A saddle-stitched book with a cardstock cover feels like it was meant to be thrown away and it bothers me that I can’t do that.

Does anybody else have this problem? Does anybody have a solution? Does anybody care?

I'm too lazy to think for myself.

I'm too lazy to think for myself.

Last week we went a little crazy and bought a food processor I’d been eying for quite some time. We love it so far — it chops vegetables like a dream and was a key player in making Simon’s birthday carrot cake (it shredded the carrots and mixed part of the batter). The only complaint I have is that we now have another user manual that we don’t necessarily need, but I can’t just toss because it has recipes in it and I collect recipes. They come in handy. We used a recipe from the food processor manual to make some delicious stir-fry the other night. Right now the manual is on the bookshelf, along with the manual for the rice cooker, the pressure cooker, the hand-mixer, and the blender. I wish I had a better way to store them. I’d like to have all of the recipes in one place and the appliance instructions somewhere else. The problem is that the pages are different sizes so I can’t just cut them apart and bind them as one unless I cut the pages to the same size as well, and I can’t do that without losing some of the recipe. I also don’t like they way they are bound. A saddle-stitched book with a cardstock cover feels like it was meant to be thrown away and it bothers me that I can’t do that.

Does anybody else have this problem? Does anybody have a solution? Does anybody care?

SisterSister

SisterSister

Two of my sisters, Becca and Abby, were here with their friend Tiff last week and it was awesome. We had such a great time hanging out, playing games, and talking until way past my bedtime. During the day they went gallivanting around the city and making friends wherever they went. We missed out on those adventures because of school and work, but they were kind enough to re-enact them for us when they came home.
I have to say it was bittersweet. I loved having them here. They were great guests, so much fun, so helpful, but then they had to leave. It *almost* made me wish that moving back to Utah were part of our plans. Almost. But not quite. Maybe they’ll come live by us someday . . . . I can only hope.

Any Excuse is a Good One

Any Excuse is a Good One

It’s been a while since we had a good excuse to get together with family and friends and throw a party that is entirely unnecessary but fun nonetheless. Simon’s birthday provided the much needed excuse. We went with the 1-year-old luau theme because the child was born in Hawaii. The weather was wonderful, the company was wonderful, the food was wonderful and the pictures speak for themselves:

He’s getting to be so old

He’s getting to be so old

There were so many good things about today. Simon slept 11 hours last night. He woke up cheerful. He laughed a lot. And most importantly he turned 1! We took lots of pictures of the occasion, but my favorite picture is in my mind. It is of Simon riding on Micah’s shoulders as we walked home from the train station. We raced parts of the way and Simon’s head flew back as Micah ran and he laughed and laughed and laughed. I can’t get enough of that laugh.
He appreciated the phone calls and the letters, but he had a hard time getting into the idea of eating birthday cake (actually birthday fruit pizza). It was so fun to see him open his presents. At first he was really afraid of the little dog from Grandma and Grandpa Blackhurst, but he warmed up to it pretty quick. And he seems to like the blocks we got him. It was a busy day for him and he fell asleep so fast after all the excitement.

He's getting to be so old

He's getting to be so old

There were so many good things about today. Simon slept 11 hours last night. He woke up cheerful. He laughed a lot. And most importantly he turned 1! We took lots of pictures of the occasion, but my favorite picture is in my mind. It is of Simon riding on Micah’s shoulders as we walked home from the train station. We raced parts of the way and Simon’s head flew back as Micah ran and he laughed and laughed and laughed. I can’t get enough of that laugh.
He appreciated the phone calls and the letters, but he had a hard time getting into the idea of eating birthday cake (actually birthday fruit pizza). It was so fun to see him open his presents. At first he was really afraid of the little dog from Grandma and Grandpa Blackhurst, but he warmed up to it pretty quick. And he seems to like the blocks we got him. It was a busy day for him and he fell asleep so fast after all the excitement.

Some statistics for all you numbers people

Some statistics for all you numbers people

We know you’ve all been wondering about how big our little Chunk-o-love actually is these days. It has been nearly ten months since we broke the news that, against all logic, Micah and I managed to produce a child who busted to the top of the weight charts after 2 short months on earth. Since then we have been guessing at his weight by sticking his squirmy little self on our cheap IKEA scale. I think it was back in October that we said he was hovering near 20 pounds. It’s been 6 months since then and we finally made it to the doctor’s office. I can’t say that any of us really enjoyed it (Simon was the only one of us to cry about it), but at least we know where we stand in the “My that’s a big baby” game.

In the height category, Simon is an unsurprising 28 inches, putting him in the 5-10 percentile. He’s always been a shorty.

His head is also unsurprisingly big at 48 cm, or between the 90 and 95th percentiles. (Why do they measure height in inches and head circumference in centimeters?)

And lastly, the boy weighs in at (drum roll please) 21 lbs. 3 oz. Yes, I know. Slightly disappointing. He’s below average. In fact, he’s just above the 25th percentile line. We’re losing ground, but our arms are happy about it.

The moral of the story is that now if anybody tells me Simon looks like a big kid for a 1-year-old, I can tell them they are wrong.

Well look at who washed up on shore

Well look at who washed up on shore

My sister Abby comes home from her mission to Everett Washington today, and in just a few days she’ll be coming to New York to visit us and meet her favorite (and only) nephew, who was just a wee little embryo last time we saw her. We are so very much looking forward to it. Welcome home, Sister Blackhurst. I hope that coming back home is much easier than getting out of Sharks’ Cove was, for your sake.

Our very own Pop Tarts

Our very own Pop Tarts

We’re a little funny about Pop Tarts. We like them, but we don’t like to admit it. We pass them in the cereal aisle and if they are on sale, we debate whether to get them or not. Actually, this only happened in Hawaii when we had a great deal more disposable income (although we didn’t like to admit that to ourselves, either). But there we would stand, staring at the yellow tags and discussing whether 3 for $5 was really worth it to us for the processed food we generally try to avoid. We gave in on very few occasions.
Now that we have a much tighter budget Pop Tarts don’t even register on our radar. I have no idea if they are ever on sale because I never look. But today as I was reading a blog post about making toy food out of felt Micah looked over my shoulder and saw the felt Pop Tarts on display. It was too much. We needed PopTarts and we needed them now. We tried, briefly, to talk ourselves out of it, to remember the good old days in Hawaii when we would spend five minutes staring temptation in the face before walking away empty-handed, when Micah had the brilliant idea that we could make our own. I mean really. Jam sandwiched between two pieces of pie crust. Certainly this was not beyond our culinary skills. Half an hour later we were enjoying pop tarts hot from the oven (and sans the icing). Sometimes I wonder about how long it takes us to figure these things out.

Back to our regularly scheduled programming

Back to our regularly scheduled programming

Which right now consists of planning a certain event for a certain someone who is celebrating something special in 17 days. This was part of the planning, sort of.
We’ve also gotten a glimpse of The Dream this past week. This Dream is for us both to be at home during the day, raising the kid(s), working on our projects, and generally making our own rules as much as possible. Micah has been doing a project from home which has made the trade-off between work and class so much easier. I imagine that going back to an office job will be hard, for me and Simon if not for Micah. I love having somebody else here to play with Simon while I do important things like update our blog and procrastinate doing homework. Simon loves it, too. I’m not as good at teaching him to break dance as Micah.

Other items of business:

  • Simon’s rat tail has gained sufficient length that Micah thinks it needs to be cut. He has not yet scheduled an appointment with the resident barber, however.
  • I got all crafty last Friday and made a baby carrier (like the Beco we have) for a little girl in our branch to carry her “babies” Molly and Ray-Ray (short for Rachel) around in. Sorry, we forgot to take pictures, but just know that you would be very impressed.
  • We went on a date (!) without Simon (!!) on Friday. The babysitter said that Simon behaved admirably. He may be conquering the separation-anxiety beast. I may be conquering the beast also.
  • Simon has learned to crawl off the couch head-first without becoming paralyzed. But the bed still poses a major threat.

Hmmm . . . that’s all for now.