Monday, August 31, 2009

Baby steps

Our girl took 2 steps today. And then she sat down. It's a lot of work to be that cute AND walk around. And, have you ever seen cuter shoes to walk in?

I'm as corny as Kansas in August

I just love show tunes. And it is pretty corny around here lately. When I was a kid, I was always sad when I saw a few dozen ears of corn come home and then be stripped down and whisked into the freezer. Of course, now I appreciate the fact that we had delicious freezer corn to eat all winter. So, I'm happy to report that our freezer is on our way to being filled with sweet, delicious freezer corn.

I made tomato and corn pie for dinner last night. It has a biscuity crust and tasted like the perfect summer pot pie. In fact, it was a superb breakfast this morning, too. All this makes for a couple of very happy creatures when they spy the contents of the garbage can. Honestly, I really do feed them. Regularly. Not from the garbage.


Meanwhile, over in the 2 wheeler department, things are coming along - slow but sure. It turns out that when you're on the big side of 5 (with that head), it's a little harder to find your center of balance.


As if we needed him to be able to move faster.

Freezer Corn
15 cups of corn (roughly 18 large ears)
5 cups ice water
3/4 c sugar
1/4 c scant canning salt (non-iodized)

Mix water, sugar and salt together until combined. Pour over corn. Let stand 2-3 minutes. Scoop corn and liquid into quart sized ziplocks, freeze.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Mrs. Lyman

We went to the pool today at Mrs. Lyman's house. We've been a few times this summer, but this is the first time I managed to remember the camera. Now prepare yourself, since I don't know if you're ready for this level of entertainment.





And everyone knows you want a snack after swimming. (In my head, I hear Suzy's voice as Stewie Griffin from Family Guy saying, 'confounded woman, give it!')


I think she liked it. Thanks, Mrs. Lyman.

Don't miss it, don't even be late

We went to the State Fair over the weekend. God, how I love the State Fair. Cows and horses and pigs and cream puffs and pork burgers and honey ice cream and maple sundaes. Suzy ate all of it. She sat in her little carrier and smacked her lips all morning. She is truly a garbage disposal.

Harry also enjoyed the sights at the Fair. I mean, when you start the day off with a brownie, what can go wrong?
And the babes, Mom, look at the babes.

Thank goodness

For digital cameras. You can take loads of pictures. And instantly have a chuckle about the 3 armed baby. O course, it's not really an arm, and the view nicely shows off her single roll of fat there on her thunder thighs. (Have I told you what this girl eats? Tonight I gave her a taco. She was mad that she couldn't have another. And breakfast? Yogurt, scrambled egg and a pancake, if you please.)

Hey, really, I'm not the only one laughing.

I know. Look at him, isn't he just the cutest thing you've ever seen? All happy there in the grass, smiling, the dimple just starting to show.

Monday, August 17, 2009

'Sears sucks, Crash'

Well, I don't really believe that, but one of the millions of Kevin Costner baseball movies was on over the weekend, and as I played the contact sport that is child photos at the Sears Picture Studio today, I was having similar thoughts.

Meanwhile, these photos are credited to the Sears studio, but you have to make an account to go see them. Hopefully the Sears copyright police don't come after me for this, but if they do I will happy comply to their demands without contacting counsel. Because, really, I know this isn't the right thing to do, but, you must see them!


When did he get all of those legs? And the feet, my god, do you see those feet?


Never mind that, look at that girl in the little yellow dress from Susie. I just love yellow. Ask Pete. He has lots of yellow shirts that he pretends not to like.

Honestly. Those legs (ha, I just typed legos - we're getting ready for a showing at the local public library; more details on that to come.)! Anyway, those legs. Only this time there's happiness in a pillowcase dress made by Auntie Jo right in front of them so I don't have to think about how long they are.


And now these. Really, honestly, I'm such a bad mother. I never got her in for 'professional' infant photos. So here's us pretending. You can't see those 6 teeth anyway. And she looks a little on the skinny side on this top one, it almost makes you think of those chicken legs we started with.




Monday, August 10, 2009

Summer is coming on strong

It took forever up here this year, but we're finally getting some good steamy hot days. I mean legs sticking to the car seat days. Now, I wouldn't be interested in months of this, but I do like my fair share of weeks of it. We've been to the pool and picnicked and spend our nights soothed by the gentle purr of the window air conditioners. I keep forgetting the camera when we go to Mrs. Lyman's pool, but we got these in the back yard last week.







Now, as most of you know, you shouldn't always picnic alone. Sometimes it's nice to invite friends. To help you eat pizza. Or to give you a new lap to sit on. What, you don't usually have pizza at a picnic? I think you need to loosen up your picnic definition. Honestly, some people can be so picky!



Friday, August 7, 2009

This reminds me

I just re-read my previous post, which I often do a little later to make sure I haven't typo'd or forgotten an important part of the post or just to remind myself that I can write and I am a little bit clever (vanity!), and I remembered the night that Harry ate a mountain of food and then deposited some in the usual way, and while cleaning him up (he uses the yoga pose 'down dog' while getting cleaned) he turned his head around so he could see me and said, 'Mom, can I have a sandwich?'

(See, a little while later I'm going to read this a feel a tiny bit pleased about the way I told you about my kid taking a crap without saying poop, toilet or butt. Until I get to that sentence.)

Nicknames

My mom calls me 'cupcake' sometimes. It's a nice little name and since cupcakes are seeing a new level of popularity, it's just confirming the feeling that we've always been with it - the rest of the world has been behind.

We've got a few names for Harry, but I'm afraid that our poor girl is stuck somewhere between 'puppy' and 'garbage disposal'.

Why puppy? I'm not sure, I just started and it stuck.

But, wait. What's that you say? Why garbage disposal?

Well. Let me tell you what she ate last Sunday for 'dinner' (please note that dinner isn't really a meal for her, more like a 2 hour eating experience. Think Vegas buffet in the Larson kitchen. Every night.):*

1. Sweet potatoes
2. Applesauce
3. Puffs: cheerio type and yogurt
4. 2 bites Lemony Goat Cheese Zucchini Pizza
5. 3 bites portabello mushroom
6. Several pieces of zuchhini
7. Raspberries (she crawls over to the bushes and yells until you shove them in her mouth)
8. Home made ice cream. As much as Grandma would shove in, as fast as possible, with kicking and moaning in between.

On Monday, the baby sitter said to me, 'I'm not sure what you fed her, but that poop... it was the wierdest baby poop I've ever seen.' I bet.

Last night she took a bite of my turkey burger. And, figured out how to use a straw - filled with Pete's chocolate malt. So, who wouldn't call such a baby 'garbage disposal'?

*that's some odd looking punctuation up there, no?