I Am, Like, Practically A Famous Food Critic
Friday, July 25, 2008
I apologize that this blog has no mention of Sasha's cute antics but I figured that maybe two of my five readers would like to read about my gourmand, I mean gourment tastes! Last Thursday, a bunch of us went out to Hana's for dinner. This wasn't some friendly get together but a serious meeting to determine the merits of fried squid for Sarah Fenske's amazing, brilliant, witty critiques of various fried dishes for the online Phoenix New Times. So even though we chatted a bit (read: raucous shouting and peals of uncontrolled laughter), we were able to focus on devouring huge amounts only for the edification of thousands of readers. We were that noble. And, though I didn't technically TRY the food, Sarah took pity and quoted me anyway (excessive begging and crying really does work!). Here is Sarah's article; please don't pee in excitement everytime you see my name (FOUR TIMES!!!!!!)!!!!!!
Next week we are going to try fried pickles...maybe. I have been already coming up with terrible, horrible puns: What's the big dill? Sarah thinks a pun is a cheap writer's trick but she is WRONG.
Is OCD Hereditary?
Thursday, July 17, 2008
After Sasha finished wiping down her highchair, she washed her hands 24 times and counted all the tiles in the kitchen.
Walkin'
Wednesday, July 17, 2008
And, in the two weeks since I shot these, Baby Frankenstein has just gotten faster. Yikes!
Portrait of a Young Artist
Monday, July 14, 2008
On a whim, I decided to buy Sasha some bathtub crayons even though she might be a little young for them. But, my daughter is a genius, right? Age guidelines, schmage guidelines. A little wax and dye never hurt anyone and she could only really chew off the tip of the crayon due to the ingenius design. While there can't be much nutrition in aqua coloring, the crayons are supposed to be non-toxic. But, I'll feel really guilty if her poop is teal.
Anyway, you can draw all over the bathtub and they rinse right off! I thought that would be much better than listening to Jimmy scream over the addition of graffiti to the decimated wastelands of our living spaces.
After swiping at her face a few times, Sasha managed to create her first brilliant work on the side of the tub. I think it may be a homage to the minimalist work done in the 70's. Anyway, drumroll, please.... Babababubumbumumbumbumbum.........Sasha's pièce de résistance:
Sasha at Thirteen Months
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Yeah, Sash is walking everywhere now...well, walking might be a loose description of her lurching gait. Think Frankenstein or baby zombie. Sasha doesn't really bend her knees at all and she keeps her arms straight out in front...it doesn't help that she drools or makes weird moaning sounds while coming at you. But, she is mobile and would rather walk than crawl (unless she is tired or throwing a temper tantrum). She started on her birthday and each day has gotten better....at least she can't run yet. Then, we are in trouble.
We've been baby proofing and baby proofing the house. Just when we think we are done, Sasha finds something else dangerous or (even worse according to my hubbie) messy. We have placed most of our plants outdoors so they can die horrible deaths in 112 degree heat, all the cat food and water bowls are on counters, we are getting rid of our coffee table, we have removed all knick knacks, etc. I think our future decor is going to scream: empty padded cell. Sasha is not at all happy when we remove anything that might be "fun".
I took a trip to Lake George (north of Albany) for three days. It was the first time leaving Sasha for more than a few hours. Although I felt guilty and missed Sasha horribly, I still managed to have a wonderful time. However, there were many changes when I got back. The first being that Sasha now sleeps through the night. Totally, all the way through. I don't know what Jimmy did (and I don't wanna know) but it is AWESOME. I have been getting a full night's sleep and it is beautiful. I owe my husband BIG TIME for this. The second change...the Rubin genes are coming out...is that Sasha has discovered a love for cleaning. Last Sunday, I noticed that our daughter likes to take a paper towel and wipe down the living room table....and scrub the carpet....and the tiles....and her toys. Jimmy lets her sponge down her highchair after she eats and she LOVES to do it. So, instead of a blankie or a lovie, our daughter has been carrying around a dishcloth. In twenty years, her therapist is going to be very disturbed.
Sasha still has odd tastes in food but she is definitely expanding what she'll put down her gullet. Her favorite food? Whatever is on someone else's plate. Last weekend Sasha refused to eat her own pasta (instead she smeared it through her hair) but before we could stop her, grabbed five ziti off of our guest's dish (we apologized profusely while Sasha laughed and chewed). If we want her to try anything new, we eat it first and pretend to keep it from her. Thank god for reverse psychology. I am still breastfeeding but most likely will stop before she gets her driver's license.
Sasha has become a Daddy's girl. She constantly begs to be held by him and will scream hysterically if he leaves the room. She wants to work him on the computer and sit with him on the couch. It is so adorable to watch them love each other more with each moment. I see the two naughty monkeys being in cahoots for many years to come. And, I will grin and roll my eyes because I love them so very much. Or as Sasha would say, "whoa, whoa, WOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"
