18 August 2013

Excuses, Excuses

What up, the internet?

It's been a hard couple of weeks around here.  Funny how all of the crap seems to happen at the same time, isn't it?  Matt has mono, and our car's battery died and stranded me and Charlie in the Target parking lot when it was two million degrees outside, and then I had to start school the next day, and Matilda is resisting having a normal bedtime with all of her little baby might, and I dropped my ipod and cracked the screen.  And then I flipped the eff out and cried like a tiny baby and Matt had to take the actual babies on a car ride so that I could vacuum the house--because apparently when everything else seems to be falling apart, I can find solace in a tidy house.

It hadn't been all bad, and things are certainly looking up, but it's been tough.  We will come through stronger it on the other side, though, like we always do.  And there have been some high notes, too, like the fact that I have an insanely good schedule this year, and Matt's starting to feel better, and I can have more than one glass of wine at a time, and Charlie discovered the wonder of making himself dizzy, and Matilda has become a little laughing fool.

And today?  Today was the highest high note of all.  From start to finish, it was just perfect.  Today was one of those fun, happy days that I would imagine in my cheerful "what will it be like when we have kids?" daydreams.  We played and laughed listened to Christmas music and read fun books and ate McDonald's breakfast and went to the park and then--get this--both babies took 3-hour naps AT THE SAME TIME.  So, yeah, it was a miracle day.  And I'm going to bed happy, looking forward to the week ahead.

And now let's look at pictures of my spawn, because they're funny.  And because Charlie's probably going to break our computer sometime soon when he climbs over furniture to get to it and then opens it to try to cue Sesame Street, so I need these stored somewhere I can get to them easily.



 This is how Matilda does tummy time.  










Helping Sister bounce.


03 August 2013

This and That


1.  Just realized tonight that I think I've evaded death, and I'm not talking about the time the knife almost fell down onto my head when I worked at BW3 and was getting ice or any of the millions of times I've almost been hit by a car because I was distracted.  No, no.  I'm talking about the Dawson's Creek finale.  I watched the series finale of Dawson's Creek with three friends, and if we're being honest, I don't even remember which exact three friends they were.  But I do remember that we thought it'd be funny if before watching the episode, we drew names (Pacey, Joey, Dawson, Jen).  Whatever name you drew, that would not only be where the character ended up ten years from then, but it would also be your fate.  I drew Jen.  AND THEN SHE DIED!  What the effing eff?  But I'm not dead yet, which is nice.  I've got shit to do, yet.

2.  Matilda is my baby soulmate.  Until it's past 7:00 in the evening and she's still awake and she's all wide-eyed and everything.  Then she's my baby mortal enemy.

3.  All I want to do all day every day is eat cookies in my sleep.  Doesn't matter what kind of cookie (though I would prefer that it be homemade), doesn't matter where I'm sleeping.  Cookies.  Sleep.  Should we add wine to this?

4.  Charlie is intense.  I don't want to say that he's bad, but he's definitely spirited.  And he's a toddler.  And he's insanely strong.  And he has a yelling voice so shrill that my friend bought me earplugs.  And I'm a little bit afraid that he is the universe getting back at me for being rotten.  Reading this book and searching for the magic solution that will show me how to handle him and harness his, uh, intensity, into something fantastic.

5.  I totally judge females my age based on the New Kid on the Block they had a crush on.  What was your New Kid crush?  Later I'll tell you mine and my assessment of the kind of girl you are based on your own crush.  

6.  And, finally, my looooooooooooooooooong maternity leave/summer break is drawing to a close.  On one hand, I'm giddy about returning to work.  On the other, I just want to hug my tiny, loud, needy, obnoxious babies and hold them close and kiss their sticky little heads.  I was not a person who was made to stay at home with little babies.  Not at all.  And I'm so excited for this school year and my new role at school and my schedule and everything.  I'm also excited to be starting a school year NOT PREGNANT (something I haven't done since 2010).  But I'm sad that I won't be enjoying leisurely mornings (Ha!  Like they're ever actually leisurely!) with Matt and our babies, sitting around in our pajamas, sucking down Diet Coke and whining about how early babies wake up.  I won't have all the time in the world to lie in bed and talk to Matilda and listen to her coo at me and give me happy morning smiles.  And I often won't be the one greeting Charlie in the morning, seeing his crazy morning hair, copping out and sitting with him in the recliner watching an episode of Sesame Street that I've already seen 15 times.  I know that even though this baby thing isn't my particular cup of tea, I'll be a little sad when it's over, and my going back to work shortens the amount of time I'll be spending with my baby spawn each day.  Oh, shoot.  And I'm going to have to start wearing shoes again.

C is for cookie.













They love it when I make them pose together for pictures.


I was going to post a witty caption under this, but I couldn't think of anything good.  Suggestions?  

31 July 2013

Instagram Book 2013


Okay, so I'm an Instagram addict these days.  I'm sure this is a phase like so many others before it (looking at you, swing music and water guns!), but I love it.  What makes Instagram especially fun for me lately is that I can capture our everyday moments quickly and easily, and then I can import them into a photo book on Shutterfly.  (By the way, I'm not getting paid to say this, I'm just bananas for these photo books.)  I don't know of the other photo sites allow you to do this, but it's supes easy.  So start posting on Instagram more!  And then make a photo book!  And check this one out, too, because I think it's way fun.  
More later. Miss your faces.

23 July 2013

Mother F's Angry Chicken

First things first: I know what I want Charlie and Matilda to call me.  Mother F.  I think it's beautiful and formal and just, well, perfect.  I tried to convince Matt's mom to go by Grandmother F, but she declined.  I guess she has no appreciation of true beauty.

Second things second: today has been an un-fun day with babies.  And I don't want to be too complainy or anything (though I did pat myself on the back like 60 times for finally getting that IUD--no more of these creatures shall be entering our house), but geesh.  Matt said it well when he told Charlie (who seems to be possessed by some demon or something lately), "I just love you so much, little boy.  You know how much I love you?  I love you so much that I still love you today, that's how much I love you."  Anyway, it seemed like a fitting day to introduce you to one of the few new recipes we've made since little Matilda entered our lives.

I can't remember when we first made this, but I do remember that it was an equally un-fun day with two babies and it was before my doctor had so generously prescribed me a healthy dose of anti-depressants.  By the end of the day, I was fried.  Exhausted and cranky, I was wishing for a month-long getaway with just me and my furry firstborn.  And I was so miserable that I didn't even want to eat*, but Matt was all, "What are we going to have for dinner?" and blah blah I have to eat something and here's this recipe for something that's delicious and also buttloads of work to make.  And I didn't even want to eat anyway!  And I got really pissed about basically everything in the whole world, and Matt was wanting us to cook dinner and I kind of hated him for it.**

So I went into the kitchen to try to escape from all of the other humans in my house and I felt like I had to make something, and I did things like slam the cutting board on the counter and close cabinet doors too loudly, just so that Matt could know how mad I was.  And in the end, I created this, mostly because it allowed me to get rid of some of my aggression and also because it was pretty simple.  And then Matt did most of the cooking part while I pouted on the couch with the dog, and when it was done he brought me a plate.  We started eating it and were both kind of surprised that something that was made with such contempt could be so tasty!  And Matt goes, "Wow, this angry chicken is really good!"



And angry chicken was born.  It's not fancy or extraordinary, but it's simple and good and relatively good for you.


Mother F's Angry Chicken

Note: Part of what makes the panko stick is squeezing the shit out of the chicken strips with handfuls of panko.  It's gross because raw chicken is gross, but it also feels kind of good and crunchy and you can pretend it's something you hate.  Maybe make this on a day you're frustrated or angry?

Ingredients
1-1 1/2 cups of panko
2-3 chicken breasts
1 teaspoon crushed red pepper
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
olive oil

In a bowl, mix together the panko, salt, pepper, and crushed red pepper.  Preheat the oven to 450.  Cut the chicken into thin strips and toss in the panko.  Then squeeze the shit out of the chicken with the panko in your hand, giving each strip a relatively thick coat of panko.

In a large oven-safe skillet, heat up a few glugs of olive oil and cook the chicken in the pan.  Cook for 3-4 minutes on one side, enough to brown the panko, and then flip it, cook it for a couple minutes and then put the skillet in the oven until you feel like the chicken's done.  Probably 10 minutes or so, but this will vary depending on the thickness of your chicken.

Serve with some sauce.  Honey mustard, BBQ, ketchup, whatevs.


*Funny thing about me, actually.  When I'm unhappy, I do not eat or get terribly hungry.  I think that my current size is a testament to having had a happy 32 years.

**Also, I'm totally misrepresenting Matt here.  He was being patient and wonderful and everything, but I hated the whole world on this particular evening and he was the one I blamed for our current state of affairs.  Also, I'm the crazy one in this relationship.

13 July 2013

Quiet


You know how it's good when nothing's going on because that means that nothing bad is going on, but then it's boring because it means you don't really have much to talk about?  Yeah, that's what it's like here right now.  Things are quiet and we're still figuring out how to be a family of 5.  Charlie's hilarious and a lunatic and the sweetest little buddy.  Matilda's sweet and cute and starting to do more stuff like grab and coo and smile all the time, so that's fun.  Mitch is still dream dog.  We made bacon fried rice for lunch yesterday, and it was amazeballs.  

I'm also way more interested in finding out if Kate and Will have had their baby yet than a person should be.  It's kind of embarrassing.

Oh, and I've solved the world's drought crisis.  Here's what I'll do.  I'll just move to parts of the world that are suffering from drought, and then I'll clean the shit out of my floors.  Within hours of my cleaning the floors, then, it will start to pour down rain.  Works every time.  Supes annoying.  

Okay, check out these little babes.  I'm a fan.


















06 July 2013

June

Well, well.  Would you look at what the cat dragged in?

 (True fact: when I was little we had a cat named Ninny who was a hard core hunter and also a hard core slut, apparently, because she had kittens like every month or something.  Ninny would go off and kill squirrels and other rodents and stuff and eat their heads off and then either leave them on the front porch as a gift to us or try to bring them inside to her babies.  It was gross and also awesome.  True fact: Ninny went to live at a farm with about 600 of her babies.)

June was a pretty busy month for our little family.  Here's what we did: I went back to work for five days, made some cakes for coworkers who were moving on, watched students graduate (Lots of teachers hate graduation--I am not one of those teachers.  I love it!  And it makes me cry every time.), read two whole books (that's basically a record for me, the worst reader of all time), cleaned the kitchen one bazillion times, did infinity loads of laundry, bitched about how disorganized our house was, packed like crazy for trip to Virginia, drove to Virginia with two babies and a dog (spoiler alert: it was NOT a fun drive), visited friends and family in the Commonwealth, attended AP training so that I can teach AP Language next year (!!!!), played poker and won some cash money (Matt, not me), came home, organized the bejeezus out of the house because I just couldn't take it anymore, ran a buttload of errands, and tried to settle back into our new normal of life with two babies.

And throughout the month, I was struggling with/trying not to admit the fact that I, again, have postpartum depression.  Boooooo.  That shit's no joke.  Mother effing PPD getting me down, man!  But I finally accepted it and addressed it and am definitely on the upswing.  More on that later.

Babies are supes cute, still.  Dog is dreamy.  Husband is patient and wonderful.  I've got one more month before I have to report back to school, and I'm determined to make it awesome.

What have you been up to?


















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