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March 26 Growing BoyHere are some recent photos of Alex, the Mr. and me.    Aaaaand, check this out: His first full-length nap SANS swaddle! At the time of this writing, he had been napping over 30 minutes. For it to be the first swaddle-less nap, I'll call that success. What a big boy.  January 27 Hey, Aunt Teen!I love you too.  (And you know that he really means that. I mean, look at the kid--he even got UNWRAPPED for this photo and didn't cry about it!)  And although the boy is the carbon copy of his papa from head to toe, I finally have physical evidence that the child is, indeed, mine. This face? This is lovingly called the "Bulldog Face" in our home. Until now, I was the only one who made it (usually when frustrated, annoyed, or otherwise Not Exactly Elated). It took me years to perfect the Bulldog Face, but at the green young age of 3 weeks, my son has got it down pat.  "Would you please just wrap me back up and give me some boob? Gah, Mom." January 23 Uncles and Aunts and Tootsies, Oh My!Hey, remember when I used to post entries, like, every day? Yeah, me either. Anyway. Alex got to meet his Uncle Ty and Aunt Naho this weekend. For those of you out of the loop, Ty is my brother and Naho is his wife. They are way cooler than the Mr. and me in that they have uber sweet jobs as writers in New York City. Seriously. They are writers in New York City. As in, they work in Manhattan and their work appears in magazines and stuff and they live in a little bitty, yet amazing apartment in a cool little neighborhood in Brooklyn. They brought Al some great presents, including an airplane that attaches to his spoon,    So does The Little Prince.  And books about farting. I know he's going to love this book the most, because the boy is a gas champ.  It was great to see them, and I think they were a little bit awestruck over a human being as small as our Lil' Al. They both held him, but only after we made them the very same promise that I made my mom when she first bought a computer years ago: You won't break the thing. Really, you won't.  Oh, and one more thing. Well, actually, two things:  MORE TOOTSIES!!! November 24 Happy ThanksgivingLast
year, the Mr. and I began our own Thanksgiving tradition by staying
home and cooking our own Thanksgiving feast. Just the two of us.
We're doing the same thing again this year. It's the very best
kind of holiday for us, because honestly? We don't like other
people all that much. OK, maybe that came out wrong. We LOVE our family, we really, really do. You've heard me sing the praises of our loved ones time and again. But when it comes right down to it, this kind of Thanksgiving--the kind where he does a little piddling, I do some cooking, we eat a meal consisting of ONLY our favorite Thanksgiving foods, and we snuggle up in front of the big screen TV to watch some old movies and feel Baby move around in his own mashed potatoes and stuffin' enhanced amniotic juice without having to make conversation or watch football--is the very best way for us to celebrate the things we're most thankful for. As much as we will relish today, one of the things that we are most grateful for is that this will most likely be the very last time we ever spend a Thanksgiving Day in the company of only each other in the quiet of our home. What? Didn't I just say it was my favorite? Well, yes, but from now on, our Thanksgivings will be full of family and chatter and Thanksgiving dishes that I've never liked but will rave over anyway, and they will be very, very noisy. And that will be Absolutely Perfect. Because my son will be there. So, on this second (and last) Just the Two of Us Thanksgiving, I present to you
The Menu and Its Rationale: Stuffin' This is what the Mr. calls it. It is the centerpiece of today's meal. We both like this, but I only like it once a year. The Mr. would be happy if I made it once a week. Mine has lots of celery and onion, just the right amount of sage and garlic and other seasonings and good, old fashioned homemade (not Jiffy) cornbread. It's moist, but not runny or gooey or pudding-y. That kind grosses me out. Baked Chicken Breasts I don't much like chicken, and would be completely content to have a vegetarian Thanksgiving with just Stuffin' and the rest. But Tradition dictates that there must be some kind of poultry, and cooking a whole turkey would be overkill. And ridiculous. Mashed Potatoes Mashed potatoes need no justification. Ever. Green Beans Because I have major issues with serving a meal in which there are no vegetables. Whipped Candied Sweet Potatoes All for me. My Very Own Homemade Yeast Rolls Sure I'm bragging, and I'm not apologizing for it. My rolls rock. The Mr. concurs. Iced Tea For the Mr. Cheesecake For Mortimer? Yeah, we'll go with that. And what you will NOT see on our table today? Cranberry sauce Because, blech. Gravy Gravy is nothing but a runny paste made of cooked flour and lard and liquid. Not yummy. Besides, my stuffin' is moist enough. Ambrosia/Fruit Salad I am the only one that likes it, and I only like it with fresh fruit and real whipped cream, and that is a lot of trouble to go to for just one person who will probably be content to compensate with an extra slice of cheesecake. Pumpkin, Pecan, Chocolate, or Apple Pie I love them all, but cheesecake is the one dessert that we both like. Having any of the other pies on the premises at this point in pregnancy? Dangerous. I wish you the most perfect, delightful, and thankful Thanksgiving--whatever that means for you. The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts. No Americans have been more impoverished than these who, nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving. ~H.U. Westermayer For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For everything Thy goodness sends. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson Happy We-Stole-Your-Land-and-Killed-Your-People Day! ~Thanksgiving toast, from the movie Sweet November (If you've never seen that movie, rent it. Soon.) |
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