Sentimental Seadragon

My Husband is Crazy

So many things are passing me by that I mean to blog about, but haven't found the time for.  There was J's parents visit here a couple of weeks ago, and a more recent weekend visit with my parents.  I have pictures from both, but no time to post them.

Squeakles continues to say more wonderful things.  I'll try to update about that soon too.  (Right now he's browsing through his truck book saying "A concrete mixer truck!  A concrete mixer truck!  What is that?  A fire truck.")

But since I'm short on time, I thought I'd relay a weird story about my husband.  (Hope he doesn't mind!)

Last night I reached over and hugged him as I was falling asleep (note:  I was "falling asleep" for over an hour) and my hand touched something.  It was a cylinder, maybe a can.  I woke him up to ask what it was, and he looked down at it and said, "Pledge."  It was a can of Pledge (spray for dusting) that had been near the bed.  "I guess I thought it was important," he said.  And then he put it on the nightstand and went back to sleep.

Last Night's Dinner

 

Wild rice.

 

Tofu, pan fried and then simmered in orange juice and spices (cinnamon, cumin, etc.).

 

Also some cilantro.

 

Arugula and fennel, sauteed. (Not pictured.)

 

Dinner!

 

Real recipe can be found in Jack Bishop's A Year in a Vegetarian Kitchen: Pan-Glazed Tofu with Orange Juice and Warm Spices.

Bathtime Revelations

Last night I was in the bath with Squeakles. (We've been getting right in the tub with him ever since we switched from bathing him in the sink long ago to giving him real baths in the tub.) He was doing his usual - pouring water from one cup into another cup, and every so often, drinking the water from the cups. (We describe Squeakles' baths as "part bath, part beverage".)

At one point he noticed my, um, nether regions and apparently it made him giggle. Then he said "penis". "No penis", I said. But this is what J had been saying to Squeakles the other night to get him to stop pouring water on J's, well, you know. So I followed up with a clarfication: "I don't have one." Well, Squeakles just STOPPED. And looked. And then, without another word, he turned around and went back to playing.

A little while later he started saying "pound cakes" and then "Daddy". Earlier that afternoon, J had shared some pound cake with him (that he'd bought the night before when I told him he might want to pick up a snack in addition to what we needed for dinner since it would be a while before dinner was actually ready, and pound cake was on sale for a dollar), and Squeakles loved it (naturally). I said, "yeah, you had pound cake today with Daddy, remember?"

More pouring of water from one cup to another ensued for a while.

And then, completely umprompted and with his back still towards me, I heard him say "member E [my sister's name]?" Indeed we had Skyped with her that morning, but this was the first time I'd heard him use "remember" on his own. I was so impressed!

Baby Needs Pants

Baby needs clothes and I need your advice.

Last year I bought a whole bunch of stuff for Squeakles in the summer and each item cost me about $5 from Old Navy, on sale.  Now Squeakles needs some for fall/winter clothes but the sale prices at Old Navy and regular prices at Target are around $10-12 for each piece.

Am I still too early in the season for the really good sales?  Is it just that clothes for toddlers are more expensive than clothes for babies?  (I think Squeakles needs size 2T in pants for when he's in his cloth diapers, which is most of the time.)  Maybe the days of buying three onesies for $10 are over...

We don't really need much, actually.  I'm looking for 2-3 pairs of "trousers" I guess, like corduroys and dark khakis (flannel lined would be great), not sweatpants or jeans (we have tons of jeans actually) and a couple of long-sleeved shirts.  The shirts are especially hard because I'm a little bit picky and find shirts for boys to often be really, well, boyish and boring.  It's not that I want them to be frilly and pink, but bird designs instead of cars/trucks would be nice.

Where do you shop for kids' clothes?

Stop, Wait, Chew Chew!

I just put a plate of pancake pieces in front of Squeakles.

He took one bite then held out his hand at the plate, saying "Wait!"

Then he wagged his index finger at the plate, saying "Stop!"

And then "chew chew."

And then he picked up the next piece and ate it.