Reporting From OUR Bedroom

So we finally got the computer moved into our bedroom, a sign that we have almost fully converted the former office/guest room into Matilda's room. We just put her to bed for the first time in her own bed. It's possible that cute animal sheets aren't the best idea. In fact, I think a blank white room free of stimuli might be the best bet. She has been sleeping on her own (usually half the night, rarely most of the night) in our bed for a while* now so that wasn't the part I was really concerned about. It was the getting to sleep in a new room, which proved to be quite the task. It took 90 minutes: time filled with stories, drinks of water, songs, nursing, diaper changes, and rinse, repeat. The icing on the cake was a Goodnight Moon nightlight we dug up today to put in there. Matilda was so excited about it, she just stood there saying "More, more!" until we would turn the light off again for maximum nightlight appreciation.

She finally gave in to the exhaustion and we are now lounging in our reclaimed bedroom. The first order of business tomorrow will be turning her bed so it isn't adjactent to the neighbors wall as she was already kicking the wall in her sleep when I snuck out of the room. We were laughing earlier today wondering about whether the poor neighbors on that side were ready for this change.

*Where were we sleeping you might ask? It varied from night to night. You could usually find one of us on the floor and the other on the couch or guest room.

Current Events

A list of current Matilda quirks that I don't want to forget:

- She says "ist" instead of sit, a strange little dyslexic form of the word. She says it every time just before she sits down, and makes a point to comment on anyone else sitting as well.

- She is a toasting fanatic. This has been going on for a few weeks but has really intensified recently. Yesterday at music class M was chasing down another little girl, water bottle held high over her head, yelling "cheers, cheers" before she would take a sip. The other girl seemed mystified by this behavior, although her mother was quite amused upon explanation.

- She talks all day long now. Her daddy got the award for boy with 10,000 questions in 2nd grade. It seems we are headed down that path. I can only understand her maybe 60% of the time but sometimes that seems irrelevant and she just chatters on and on. However, sometimes she will repeat a word over and over with increasing volume until you acknowledge whatever epiphany she has had.

- Her hair is getting really shaggy in front of her eyes but she will wear a barrette only for daddy. The second I am back on the scene it gets ripped out.

- She says "bye bye" to signify when she is finished with something or wants it to go away. Bye bye vacuum. Bye bye unwanted pretzel. Bye bye left boob (hello right boob). Bye bye Kleenex. Yesterday afternoon she declared "bye bye" to her overalls. And here I thought it wouldn't be until the teen years that she spontaneously changed outfits mid-day.

- Airplanes, helicopters, trains and sometimes big trucks are all called "choo-choo." Every airplane we spot in the sky has Grammy on it. Gaurav is riding every train.

- Condiments are a major issue. So big of an issue that they deserve a post all their own.

- Since before Halloween, Little Ghost by the White Stripes has been her favorite song. We have listened to it at least four times daily. Once through is never enough. The record is about 7 times straight. She doesn't like the part towards the end where the song slows down and always pleads with us, "please, please" until it starts rocking again and she can return to her knee slapping jig.

Pee Poo

Everyone has somebody on their holiday shopping list that is hard to buy for, right? I just discovered your answer. Plush Pee & Poo dolls, that of course come together as a set. While I think these would be hysterical for Matilda, they would surely complicate the strict house rules about what is allowed in the toilet.

"Pee poo" is a very common phrase around here. Matilda says it in a little sing-songy voice as she goes, when she spots a toilet, the entire time we are in a public restroom stall (to the great amusement of our neighbors usually), as she points to the nether-regions of her toys (herself, her parents, total strangers), and occasionally for no apparent reason at all. Potty training is going along slowly as expected. Some days she'll sit on the toilet, some days not. Maybe the Pee & Poo temporary tattoos are the answer.

Too Late

I keep leaving my posts to do until after M goes to bed and this week with the cold that is really not working out. All day I had ideas of nice, little things to write but now I am too tired to do anything but drink another cup of tea, watch The Office, and turn in. Tomorrow I will try to be more disciplined and write a post during nap time, rather than napping myself. Sorry for the very uninspired edition today.

Sick Day

We get at least 1 NaBloPoMo sick day this month right? This is how we spent the better part of the morning. The afternoon involved not enough napping and more attempts by me to entertain the child from the prone position.

One Car Family

We are officially a one car family now. Well, in spirit anyways. Our 20 year old car, Homer, is currently sitting in the garage facing retirement as we decided today not to fix his latest problem. He is still registered, insured and running, albeit very unreliably, but I am done with driving him around and wondering if he'll start to come home. So, we will see him off to his next adventure and start searching for a new car to join the family. What a terrible process. Well, for me anyways. I am sure there are people out there who enjoy car hunting and the prospect of a new car. I just can't imagine that point of view at all. And I didn't figure car into the holiday budget.

No Mention of the Sardines?

Any gathering with my mom's family would not be complete without at least some browsing through cookbooks. While my aunt & uncle were in town this weekend we complied by looking through a few old cookbooks in my collection. Cedric Adams Sandwich Book from 1942 provided many gems. Thank goodness my generation didn't have to endure growing up on sandwiches composed of ketchup mixed with ingredients X, Y and Z. In all our browsing we did find one sure fire crowd pleaser: the French Popcorn Sandwich. French? Popcorn? It is all so perplexing.

French Popcorn Sandwich
Pass two cupfuls freshly popped corn through the meat chopper, place this in the chopping bowl, add a dash of salt and cayenne pepper, five boned sardines, a dash of Worcestershire, and enough tomato catsup to form a paste. Spread this on circles of hot buttered toast. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese and crisp in hot oven. Serve as soon as made.

Childhood Flashback

So I finally busted out my mom's old play dough recipe this Friday and made a batch for Matilda. As soon as it was finished cooking I was hit with the scent of my childhood. It is so strange to have memories come flying back to you so strongly from just a scent.

The dough is super soft and kept the girl entertained for a good 30 minutes straight. While we are only two days out at this point my mom says it lasts really well.

Homemade play dough

1 cup flour

1/2 cup salt

2 teaspoons cream of tartar

2 tablespoons oil

1 cup water

food coloring

Combine all ingredients in a saucepan and cook over low heat. Will form a ball when ready. It cooled really fast and was ready for "mooshing" almost immediately.

Mozza

We had a busy, fun day with my visiting aunt and uncle, the highlight of which was finally eating at Mozza. I would love to do it justice more descriptions but will have to settle for these pictures and short synopsis, as the bed is calling us all. I am already plotting to go back and try the mushroom pizza and get more butterscotch pudding.

Here are the amazing dishes we shared.

Antipasti:

Oven roasted olives and Pane bianco with olio nuovo (not pictured).

Pizzas:

Fennel sausage, panna, red onion & scallions. Sweet, sweet fennel. White anchovy, tomato & hot chiles. This one tasted like the sea. A lemony sea.
We also had one with tomato, mozzarella, sausage, salami, bacon & guanciale (not pictured). Salty meat goodness.

As amazing as the pizzas were, the highlight of the meal for me was dessert. And shockingly not the chocolate choice. The butterscotch budino (butterscotch pudding with caramel sauce, creme fraiche and sea salt) was amazing. Salt with sweet always gets me. Matilda seemed to prefer the cioccolata calda with spiced ginger pigs.

Soup Season

The weather around here has finally cooled off and it feels like soup season. This week alone we have had made pumpkin soup AND cheesy cauliflower soup. We also still have some leeks waiting to be turned into my favorite: potato leek. Matilda is getting really dexterous with a spoon and so we have been letting her go it alone on the soup, with hilarious, photograph-worthy results. She's seen here enjoying some tomato roasted red pepper soup from Trader Joe's.

The cauliflower soup recipe we made was really easy. It also tasted way richer and creamier than I would have expected. Matilda gave it her seal of approval: a steady hum of yum, yum, yum as she shoveled it in. Try it for yourself.

Cheesy Cauliflower Soup
Adapted from here.

Saute 1 c chopped onions in a couple glugs of olive oil until soft. Add 3 c chicken broth and bring to boil. Add 16-20 ounces cauliflowerets (I used the bagged ones to make it super fast) and return to boiling. Lower heat and simmer 5 minutes until tender.

Whisk together 1/4 c flour with 1 c chicken broth. Add this into the soup, bring to boiling and cook 2-3 minutes more until thickened, stirring occasionally.

Remove soup from heat and add 1-2c shredded pepper jack cheese, a handful of roasted red peppers. Season with salt, pepper and hot sauce to taste.

Learning Colors

It is official. She's a genius.

She now can identify blue, pink, green, and purple.

Buying Organic

Yesterday I had a nice conversation with someone who was interested in buying organic foods. He said that a dietitian once gave him a list of produce that was worth buying organic but he had long since lost it. I rattled off a few things for him that carried higher pesticide residue and would be worth paying a higher price for organic. He wanted me to write them down but of course I never did. So, to relieve my guilty conscience here is the information for you instead.

To maximize your organic food dollar go organic on these types of produce that are most susceptible to pesticide residue:
Peaches
Apples
Sweet bell peppers
Celery
Nectarines
Strawberries
Cherries
Pears
Grapes (imported)
Spinach
Lettuce
Potatoes

Don't waste money on these items with the lowest pesticide residues:
Papayas
Broccoli
Cabbage
Bananas
Kiwifruit
Sweet peas (frozen)
Asparagus
Mangoes
Pineapple
Sweet corn (frozen)
Avocados
Onions

To find a more comprehensive produce list go here.
For a kid centric aisle by aisle run down go here.

Carnivore

Matilda has really been showing her meat loving ways recently. Yesterday, while driving home from the grocery store she managed to grab a package of turkey sausage that was destined for some lasagna this week. While listening to her chorus of "meat, meat, meat" I could see her in my rear view mirror trying to bite through the package (don't worry, she didn't). Today while we were at the photo shoot Matilda spied someone's breakfast sausage right as we headed in to be filmed. The baby handlers ended up having to take her out and they shot me alone in order to hear me above the "meat chant". Soon her meat needs were met as she ate a ridiculous amount of sausage and bacon while I was in the hair and make-up department getting "beautified."

Fabric Disorder

One trait that I can blame directly on my mom's family is an interest in sewing. Specifically fabric. I like to think of it as a fabric disorder. My mom's youngest sister (the only of four to escape this affliction) claims that the others just glaze over in a fabric store. I, too, get into a fabric store and cannot seem to function. My mind races with the possibilities and I become almost paralyzed with indecision. During this whole bedroom re-do for Matilda I have already bought two possible fabrics for the curtains, both of which I now don't feel are quite right. Every morning I think maybe today we should go back to the fabric shop for another try.

Matilda seems to be showing signs of an interest in sewing as well. She is fascinated with the sewing machine and will sit quietly on my lap while I sew, without even reaching her fingers into the danger zone. While making curtains last week she was obsessed with the pins so I finally gave in and let her touch them. Under careful supervision she took all the pins out of both curtains, pushing each one carefully back into the cushion saying "pooosh."