(Mmmm, pumpkin guts are tasty!)
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Punkin' Carvin'
My cute sister-in-law, ummmm CL1(?) invited us over for delicious soup and some pumpkin carving. I just wanted to keep it simple, so we only made a little one for T. Between her cute cousins and CL1's dog, Bear, she was a very happy camper. (Have I mentioned that T LOVES, loves, LOVES dogs?)
(Mmmm, pumpkin guts are tasty!)
(Mmmm, pumpkin guts are tasty!)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
MomLog: My little helper
T has become my little helper. She likes to do what I am doing, so we do lots of little things around the house together like the laundry (she takes it out of the dryer and puts it into a basket, back into the dryer, or decorates the floor), the dishes (the utensil rack is an endless source of amusement- spoons out, spoons in, spoons out, spoons in), or sweeping ( she loves the dustpan set). They end up taking twice as long to do, but it is truly sweet the way she is figuring out how things work. Plus, I figure this willingness to help won't last long so I need to take advantage!
On the flip side, T is also great at making messes. Little distress noises were coming from the living room and I saw this.....
Yes, she has each arm stuck in a puffs container. Now, it's my fault for leaving them in the living room in the first place. I just didn't think she had figured out how to open them yet! Poor girl, I HAD to take a photo before relieving her from the predicament.
Just to let you know- I have a lot of photos I'd like to post- so it will be less of my ramblings and more of little T for awhile. :)
Friday, October 24, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
If I were a politician....
I was excited to find out recently that my city now will accept all plastics 1-7 as long as it is numbered in the recycle bin. They used to only take 1 & 2 numbered plastics- so this was great news. (I used to get bugged every time it was a different number.) Hooray! More going to the recycle bin!
OK, here is the truth. I have not been very green for most of my life. The closest I can get to it is that I grew up using a compost pile and semi-helping my Dad in the garden, but even then, it seemed halfhearted. Fortunately, when T came, along came questions about things like diapers (cloth vs. disposable) and the type of plastics in bottles and toys and it got me thinking about my environmental impact as a whole. I started digging up info on what could be recycled around here. I became a little more aware about how much water I use, what am I putting in and on my body, and started analyzing what my approach will be.
Anyway, so I was happy for a few days about the recent change by the city. But now I get bugged that so much plastic is unnumbered! If I am in the mood I say..... "Hello, plastic. How are you? A lot of people want to recycle you, but you are unnumbered. Instead I am throwing you into the trash. Say hello to your mother for me." (Lots of SNL for me lately). If I want to be really depressing I could say: "Say hello to my great-granddaughter for me." I just feel bummed out.
And here is where I lead into the title of my post. I wouldn't want to be a politician, like, EVER, but if I was, my platform would include some serious "payday loan" reform (don't get me started) and insistence that every plastic was marked for recycling. I am not kidding. Who do I talk to about this?
Please don't think that I am promoting myself as an example of eco-friendliness. I still have a long way to go to get to where I feel I should be. Little steps. (A little shout out for Costco at this point. I have noticed that they are slowly stocking more and more organic or eco friendly products lately and it is really nice and convenient for me to try them out. Although.... I DO miss the genetically modified corn. That stuff was wayyyy better than what they have now). But back to the topic on hand, it's just that it drives me a little crazy to try to do something for the environment and instead be thwarted.
Bleeaahhkk.
OK, here is the truth. I have not been very green for most of my life. The closest I can get to it is that I grew up using a compost pile and semi-helping my Dad in the garden, but even then, it seemed halfhearted. Fortunately, when T came, along came questions about things like diapers (cloth vs. disposable) and the type of plastics in bottles and toys and it got me thinking about my environmental impact as a whole. I started digging up info on what could be recycled around here. I became a little more aware about how much water I use, what am I putting in and on my body, and started analyzing what my approach will be.
Anyway, so I was happy for a few days about the recent change by the city. But now I get bugged that so much plastic is unnumbered! If I am in the mood I say..... "Hello, plastic. How are you? A lot of people want to recycle you, but you are unnumbered. Instead I am throwing you into the trash. Say hello to your mother for me." (Lots of SNL for me lately). If I want to be really depressing I could say: "Say hello to my great-granddaughter for me." I just feel bummed out.
And here is where I lead into the title of my post. I wouldn't want to be a politician, like, EVER, but if I was, my platform would include some serious "payday loan" reform (don't get me started) and insistence that every plastic was marked for recycling. I am not kidding. Who do I talk to about this?
Please don't think that I am promoting myself as an example of eco-friendliness. I still have a long way to go to get to where I feel I should be. Little steps. (A little shout out for Costco at this point. I have noticed that they are slowly stocking more and more organic or eco friendly products lately and it is really nice and convenient for me to try them out. Although.... I DO miss the genetically modified corn. That stuff was wayyyy better than what they have now). But back to the topic on hand, it's just that it drives me a little crazy to try to do something for the environment and instead be thwarted.
Bleeaahhkk.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
A Prayer for my Daughter
T turned one today. It's not easy to say what she means to me.
But if I was gone tomorrow, here is a little of what I would hope for her in her life.
May you grow healthy and strong.
May you find wisdom in your struggles and then let them go.
May you remember to pray.
May you hold on to peace, joy and hope and never let go.
May you laugh, and laugh again.
May you have the courage to dream and have the strength to seek after them.
May you find the little simple pleasures of life and savor them.
May you forgive everyone, including yourself.
May you realize that gratitude will open your heart and keep you grounded.
May you always, always know how much you are loved.
and if I stick around...
May you find my quirks occasionally charming.
Happy, Happy birthday T. I love you.
But if I was gone tomorrow, here is a little of what I would hope for her in her life.
May you grow healthy and strong.
May you find wisdom in your struggles and then let them go.
May you remember to pray.
May you hold on to peace, joy and hope and never let go.
May you laugh, and laugh again.
May you have the courage to dream and have the strength to seek after them.
May you find the little simple pleasures of life and savor them.
May you forgive everyone, including yourself.
May you realize that gratitude will open your heart and keep you grounded.
May you always, always know how much you are loved.
and if I stick around...
May you find my quirks occasionally charming.
Happy, Happy birthday T. I love you.
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