I’ll probably eat it.
My husband is always amazed that my goal of trying to eat well goes right out the window when I get to SC. Between the sweet tea, the chips at the local mexican place, my mom’s cookies and the crescent rolls I don’t stand a chance.
It wasn’t intentional, but we had a few too many menu items made from Pillsbury crescent rolls or grand rolls. I know this exposes me as more of a semi-homemade person vs Martha Stewart, but it is what it is.
While I wouldn’t repeat four roll items over two days, I would recommend the Sticky Buns and the Baked Brie (links to the recipes below.) I wish I could give ample credit for the recipes; however, I found them on Pinterest and now can’t find the originator.
Pigs in a blanket (Christmas Eve item) – made for the kids, but always a hit with the adults
Sticky Buns (Christmas morning breakfast) – pre-present opening fuel
Brie wrapped in dough (Christmas appetizer)
Rolls for dinner (Christmas dinner)
addendum on 12/27: I forgot about the cream cheese squares made with crescent rolls, this is really what pushed us over the edge. I’m not sure how I could have forgotten.
What was your favorite recipe from this holiday season?
Tonight is Christmas Eve and my immediate family and I are in SC visiting my parents with my sister and her boyfriend. I came with my three children a week in advance to have some quality family time (which basically entails chasing three kids around without work to distract me.)
On the last day prior to my husband joining us here, I tripped over my son and twisted my foot in an attempt not to squish him. The good news is that I didn’t fall on him. The not so good news is that I somehow twisted my toes inside my shoe and now have a broken toe (self diagnosed). It’s not an important toe – but my second toe is longer than the big toe which according to Wikipedia I am more susceptible to metatarsal fractures. I am more susceptible because I am clumsy and always have been.
After two days of walking around on it like it didn’t hurt, I am finally milking the situation by putting my feet up with ice while the family cleans up after the Christmas Eve dinner.
We were at MGH at o’dark thirty this morning with our 1.5 year old son Sam. He has had 10 ear infections in his life and partial hearing loss. As any mother would be, I was a little worked up over the notion of a young person being put under. But was calm knowing that it was a minor routine procedure. Everything went well and we were home by 10am with a relatively back to normal toddler.
The part I found very interesting was that we were with four other families during the pre-op and post-op. One of the father’s little girl was three and born at 32 weeks with Downs. This was their fourth time at MGH to get tubes. He was telling us that she doesn’t speak and ‘they’ say she can’t hear. But he said, ‘she hears me. she comes when I say her name from across the room.’ He went onto explain that she wears glasses but he thinks she sees everything. And if music plays she is a dancing fool! He said, “she’s normal to me.”
Most times when I hear a story like this I scold myself for too much self pity, but this time I didn’t do that. I was just happy to hear his perspective. He seemed to be a great dad working two jobs to support his normal family. I was grateful for it all.
On a side note, one of the father’s in our group wouldn’t engage with the aforementioned father because he was wearing a NY Yankees shirt. But later he broke down. It was a good bonding moment for all of us to poke fun and to find out why he wore such a shirt. He explained he was from Dominican and lived in NYC for a long time. If he hadn’t added that he liked the Lakers and Jets, all would have been forgiven. We milked the unimportant chatter while we waited anxiously to comfort our children.
Written in the last 13 minutes of May 2011
Sometimes going to bed is too much trouble. Wouldn’t it be great if on days when you needed to just keep going you could skip the whole night part – just swoop right into the next day feeling refreshed and energized without missing a beat? I have been trying to catch up this evening and got carried away on all things digital. It’s now 11:47 and I am trying to shut my brain off, except I can’t. I also have a 4 1/2 year old in my bed because she fell out of hers. It is only the second or third time she has done that in two years, so we are thankful. But she was really startled this evening so we shuffled her into our bed about 30 minutes ago. I’m not anxious to compete for a piece of the king size bed…she is tiny but takes up so much space. I am milking this quiet time in between the night and morning.
As I get ready to donate all my gear, I am reflecting back on the gobs of money spent on the products. There are so many baby items that turn out to be a waste of money, so here are six things that are totally worth it in my humble opinion:
Socks On – I really liked these, they actually kept the socks on and saved me a lot of time and frustration.
Milk Maids– This is a styrofoam type bottle holder that allows your baby to feed themselves a bottle – it rests on their belly so you don’t have to hold the bottle.
Bumbos with trays – These are really great and safe. It’s the perfect place to put a baby when you don’t want to leave them laying down all the time.
Vitamix 5200 – You knew I was going to put this here. It’s great for baby purees. See this older post. https://amkline.wordpress.com/2011/01/08/making-baby-food-is/
Dr. Brown Bottles – High end bottles with lots of parts, but they are supposed to prevent acid reflux and digestive issues. My babies spit up constantly until they were 11 months old, but I don’t think they were in pain.
CityMini Double Stroller – I am not giving this away for years. I love this stroller and it is worth every penny that we spent. I wasn’t sure I would like it, so I got it on Craig’s List slightly used so I could save money for the really super duper stroller. But I am happy to say, this one has not made me year for another (and I’m the kind of person who likes four strollers so I have the perfect one for each occasion). It is skinny so fits through a regular door. It is lightweight so with a flick of wrists you can fold it up and pop in the back of the van. And it is large enough for our four and a half year old who wishes she were one.
All of these items make wonderful gifts for friends having babies.
My children Maddie and Sammy turn one on Saturday. When I step back to reflect on the year, I have a number of emotions:
amazed – that we all made it through the year unscathed (let’s not count the five ear infections they both had, croup, the flu and numerous colds)
startled – I can’t believe the year is over, wasn’t it dragging on forever just last month?
happy – I love my long-awaited for and much dreamed of family
sad – that I wished any of the time to go by faster; there were times that I wanted to wave a wand and just get to age four
surprised – that I seem to have less mommy guilt, than I did three and half years ago when my daughter turned one.
awakened – to milk joy from every single minute we all have together
inspired – to take more photos and videos and to chronicle milestones more aggressively
grateful – to the village that helped our family during this last year (lots neighbors who made us dinner, grandmother who lived with us for the first two months, grandparents who became permanent fixtures until they left for Florida for the winter, a benefactor who gave me all her twin gear, co-workers who dealt with my sleep deprivation, friends who showered us with love and gifts, Midnight Moms who got me through the first three months, our nanny who is now a member of our family and of course most importantly to the random people who came up to me (as I pushed a ginormous stroller with two small babies) and ask if they are twins.)
I have had a 17 day “break” but why do I feel like I am starting a vacation?
We had a wonderful time with family. I already miss my children. I feel terrible that we won’t be starting the day together.
But on this first day back to the office I feel like a different person. I have jewelry on. I put on purple eyeshadow, not sure if this is ever ok, but it seemed like a special occasion as I was getting ready this morning.
We ferberized my daughter last night – again. She went through a 14 day stint of waking up exactly 45 minutes after being put to bed for the night. She wouldn’t go back to sleep until we wrestled her into submission and let her sleep on our shoulders and then in our bed. It was not good hearing her scream at the top of her lungs knowing she was standing in her crib shaking the side and at any moment about to wake up her twin brother in the crib next to hers. But she resigned and went to sleep.
My other daughter had been trying to sleep in our bed off and on as she said it was more comfortable; so I brought up a down comforter from the basement and made a special deal about it. Miraculously she didn’t have to get a drink of water, go to the bathroom, tell us a secret, read one more book or tell us about a nightmare.
After the bedtime rituals we got to watch two shows (Parenthood and Grey’s.) In full disclosure my husband didn’t watch Grey’s with me. He made our daughter’s lunch, made his coffee grounds in the Vitamix and then retired to our bedroom to watch the Celtics.
I am all for milking long vacations, if for no other reason but to find comfort in the routine and order of the everyday life.
My sister’s boyfriend of six months is coming to SC for the first time to meet the entire family and live with 9 of us for 7 days. I’m not sure if he is a good sport or deranged. I’m hoping for the former.
My brother and sister-in-law have six children (1 month old to 12 years) and live about twenty minutes from my parents’ house, but when we are in town, they always make an effort to be around most of the time – so there will be 18 people in a 2500 square foot house for five days.
Maybe it is my sister who is deranged, inviting him into such a situation!
My husband will take him under his wing and show him the ropes. His advice will be, “Volunteer to go to the store whenever the need arises, lay low, smile and drink some good wine and/ or beer. And be careful not to eat too many cookies.”
I think my husband is the most excited about John’s visit. He will milk the situation as much as possible. I can hear it now, “I’ll take John to see the cute downtown. I want to show John the wine store. And so on…” Honey I hate to tell you, but that is what a girlfriend is for.
Today when I ran to South Station to catch my train my thoughts collided with each other. I wasn’t done with work but time was telling me to focus on home and what had to get done. As I completed conference calls and answered emails on the train, a stream of thoughts were running below like the stock ticker on the bottom of the news – what birthday parties do we have to attend? What new foods should I feed the babies? Why are we having an open house again? Will anyone buy our house? Where should I get jeans and fitted for new bras? What size am I now? What am I going to have for dinner?
My husband called me while I was on the train and said that he had a work dinner. I was thrilled. I knew that I could get the children to sleep and then I could complete work so I would be free to enjoy the weekend. I dangled Grey’s Anatomy in front of me to keep the focus on getting the work done. Dan called to let me know that he and his work colleague were coming to the house while they waited for the table at the restaurant. They stopped my flow by talking to me and giving me great wine. Once they left I still had 80 emails, but at least I had a good feeling in my veins to keep me going. I didn’t get to Grey’s but I milked the wine until I got to the last unread email.
Now I can switch my personal life to be on top and the work stuff can take up residency on the ticker until Monday when we start again.