Hey! What have I been up to, you must be wondering. Well, certainly not blogging. Actually, we've been rather busy with preschool. Poppy started the 3s class in December and loves it. It's a play-centered, parent participation/co-op sort of thing, so I work in the classroom a few times a month.
Olive turned one in February and is now quite the toddler, complete with tea parties, high-fives and escape attempts.
Do excuse my lack of interesting subject matter- it's the end of a patrol and my brain is mush. Nathan loves what he does, but sometimes I find myself being a whiny boat wife and wishing for a *gasp* land unit. Okay, maybe not a land unit, but maybe a 378 so we can have a little more consistency. He did save a manatee, though, so it's not all floating around and making pancakes. And he gets to go to Cuba all the darn time. I'm so jealous.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Stop the madness!
Olive stood up, unsupported, for like, a minute just now.
Yikes.
Um, I signed up for a baby, people. A BABY.
Babies do not stand up by themselves.
In other news, I'm knitting again. I knit that nifty diaper cover in the picture. Because it's 1930 and woolens are all the rage. Hey, it's waterproof!
Yikes.
Um, I signed up for a baby, people. A BABY.
Babies do not stand up by themselves.
In other news, I'm knitting again. I knit that nifty diaper cover in the picture. Because it's 1930 and woolens are all the rage. Hey, it's waterproof!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
auughhh!
Was that a gecko or a cockroach running across the floor? I went into the guest bedroom to turn off the playstation, and I saw something big run from the bed to under the TV... It was fast and looked wiggly, so I think it was a gecko, but if it was a cockroach and it was that big and fast, I don't think I'll be able to go to sleep!
Back home, the high is 58 degrees and there are no weird bugs or indoor lizards, unless you could the cheesy lounge variety that still populates San Francisco in spite of the fact that wearing a leopard cowboy hat is not, nor ever has been cool.
Not that I'm homesick. I just don't think I should have to coexist indoors with creepy crawlies. Key West is one human family, not one family of weird humans and various insects and reptiles.
I'm not mad at the gecko; quite the opposite. Homie eats the bugs for me. But I just wish they wouldn't take me by surprise. I'd hate to squeal and wake up the babies.
Back home, the high is 58 degrees and there are no weird bugs or indoor lizards, unless you could the cheesy lounge variety that still populates San Francisco in spite of the fact that wearing a leopard cowboy hat is not, nor ever has been cool.
Not that I'm homesick. I just don't think I should have to coexist indoors with creepy crawlies. Key West is one human family, not one family of weird humans and various insects and reptiles.
I'm not mad at the gecko; quite the opposite. Homie eats the bugs for me. But I just wish they wouldn't take me by surprise. I'd hate to squeal and wake up the babies.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Goodbye, Dinah, Goodbye...
I've officially fallen down the rabbit hole.
Where is old Katie? The one who doesn't ask for mopping advice on spouse forums? Why doesn't my husband belong to a spouse forum? How does he balance working and being a husband?
Oh, right. Here I am. I don't have to like mopping.
Where is old Katie? The one who doesn't ask for mopping advice on spouse forums? Why doesn't my husband belong to a spouse forum? How does he balance working and being a husband?
Oh, right. Here I am. I don't have to like mopping.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I moved the last entry I wrote
to the other blog, because it's more Flaubert than Proust. That is to say, more life in general than my life in particular.
That is definitely not to say I'm Proustian or even Flaubertian (although we've all got our gripes about Flaubert, n'est-ce pas?)
Hot damn, that was real pretentious-like.
What I wanted to write about pertaining to my life was my delicious dinner.
This evening was a terrible time to have a dead camera battery, but I made risotto with asparagus and yellow squash. Except I took half the mirepoix and sauteed it in a beurre blanc with the asparagus tips and squash. It was really hard not to eat it before I threw it in the final stages of risotto.
And then I made mochi for dessert. A box of Mochiko rice flour, 2 cups of sugar, 6 teaspoons of cocoa powder, 3 cups of water, and a quick chill later, my very own sticky, glutenous Asian dessert.
Heaven.
Like tea and madeleines. Memories of mochi and risotto flood back from all directions. Well, mostly recent memories of mochi. Lots of them. Mmm. Mochi.
to the other blog, because it's more Flaubert than Proust. That is to say, more life in general than my life in particular.
That is definitely not to say I'm Proustian or even Flaubertian (although we've all got our gripes about Flaubert, n'est-ce pas?)
Hot damn, that was real pretentious-like.
What I wanted to write about pertaining to my life was my delicious dinner.
This evening was a terrible time to have a dead camera battery, but I made risotto with asparagus and yellow squash. Except I took half the mirepoix and sauteed it in a beurre blanc with the asparagus tips and squash. It was really hard not to eat it before I threw it in the final stages of risotto.
And then I made mochi for dessert. A box of Mochiko rice flour, 2 cups of sugar, 6 teaspoons of cocoa powder, 3 cups of water, and a quick chill later, my very own sticky, glutenous Asian dessert.
Heaven.
Like tea and madeleines. Memories of mochi and risotto flood back from all directions. Well, mostly recent memories of mochi. Lots of them. Mmm. Mochi.
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