Green Goddess Faery Fudge and Zoolander

Jon went to the farmer's market a few weeks ago and sampled some raw "Green Goddess Faery Fudge" and came home with the recipe. After Doug, Jon, and I had a long discussion of why they would choose that particular spelling of Faery (Webster's 3rd New International Dictionary says it is a viable variation) Jon started getting pretty excited about making said fudge. When pressed, he decreed that he was so excited "because is was really good, and you don't have to bake it so I can't f**k it up!" I didn't want to burst his bubble with a snarky comment, but I think holding it back may have backfired because I made him throw away the first batch since after smelling the 'dry' ingredients I had to tell him the coconut was rancid.

So, about that coconut...I am pretty sure it's been in the cupboard since before Jon moved in. Now for most of you I imagine that thought is pretty horrifying, but again, like many of my endearing traits, I'll say I come by it honestly. When I was visiting my mother last year I helped her clean out the kitchen storage and got permission to throw away anything more than a decade old or anything that had oil in it that was more than 5 years old. The puff pastry shells from, wait for it...1982, were among the first things to go. In my mom's defense, she is an amazing gourmet cook and she will get the freshest of ingredients for any recipe. The issue is that she (and now I) will get an extra for 'next time' but then don't check for it and voila, a cupboard full of specialty ingredients that could easily be sold on e-bay as vintage foodstuff.

Things around the house are busy as ever. Baby is starting to take a few more steps at a time, but still prefers to hold on to something. He is a tentative guy and we aren't anxious to overrule that instinct. Julian's first clear word has emerged..."uh oh." I guess, actually, that's 2 words. His first word is a phrase. That's my boy. Smart as a whip.


No new teeth on the horizon but J is doing a good job of putting the ones he has to use.


Thanks, btw, BB and BaBa for music class...we've got a budding rock star on our hands.


Having Doug here has been an absolute pleasure. Fun company and an extra set of hands and eyes.



These are photos of baby wrapping an electrical cord from a space heater around his neck and trying to plug it in. Also the difference between a mother and a father. A mother says "not for playing with" and a father gets the camera to take a photo.


Zoolander

Happy Holidays all around. xo.

Addendum: Jon has formally changed the name of the fudge to "Mean Green Cowboy Fudge."

I think it's LOVE.

When I found out about Julian's referral, my very very awesome girlfriend Kim had just given birth the prior week to a beautiful baby boy named Eli. We decided on the spot that Julian and Eli would not only be on the same soccer team, but they would be best friends. At this point I think that they may have more than that in mind...

Revamping

It's been over a week since my last post. Not that I'm not thinking about posting, I'm just thinking about posting all sorts of things that may or may not be related to my baby. So here is the deal: I will continue to diligently post photos of Julian, and I will consistently update on his antics and growth.

And (not but) I'm also going to start to write about other things...things I find interesting...things I find funny...things I find horrifying. If you don't find my posts interesting or funny or horrifying, no problem- you can simply scroll past the words and look at the adorable photos of my son (and husband.) You'll know the post has something about Julian in it if you see the word "Julian" while you're scrolling. Sorry if some of you may find this disappointing, but the time has come.

Also, I'd love to know who is out there reading, but it seems some of you don't know you can leave comments! So here's the deal. At the bottom of the post in tiny type it says "comments." All you have to do is click on this word and a box will open up with a spot for you to leave a note. You know, kind of like how you used to write on the stall of the bathroom in junior high, but you actually sign your name, and you don't leave other people's phone numbers (Art, you got that?)

OK, now for the post. I'll put photos up first, so those of you who don't want to read about the really gross thing that happened to me a few nights ago will be able to just skip it...


My Grandmother (may she rest in peace) would be thrilled to know that the step stool she used to reach her bed, when flipped over makes an excellent non motorized vehicle for Julian.


Jon's fraternity made t-shirts for their "house" parties. At the height of the 1980s they had the "Postman party" and they made this particular t-shirt. Jon commented as he laid it on the 't-shirts to become rags' pile that it was supposed to be artsy but looking back it just seems kind of misogynistic...hmmmm.


Julian is NOT a misogynist. He just likes art.


These are my favorite Jammies.

Now, down to business- please close the page if you don't want to read anything that isn't baby related. Thank you.

So, we're all coughing over here. Fevers, phlegm, hacking, you name it. Monday night I woke up and was coughing and couldn't stop. We have this great Chinese cough syrup, and I went into the bathroom to take some. It was dark, and when I reached for the spoon it was a little sticky. No problem, Jon had gotten up to take some too. I licked off the spoon and brought it into the bedroom. Opened the jar and poured myself a dose. Mind you I was a little feverish and very tired. When I started getting that weird feverish feeling like bugs were crawling on my skin I took a moment to marvel at how strong the power of the mind is. Then suddenly the feeling is spreading to my face, and wait, holy crap, it's ANTS. I flipped the light on and they were teeming all over the bottle, my hand, THE SPOON, my pillow. I still hold that I don't know that I actually ate any ants. Let's leave it at that, ok?

My new best friend.

6 months ago today.

I was about to write that I can't believe it's been 6 months since JLEB came home, but actually, I can. We have a whole new life, and some days, truthfully, it is still surreal. Is this adoption, or do all moms feel that way?

Here are some photos of our trip home back in May.







Julian is doing just great. He is babbling a lot, and he is picking up new signs all the time. He knows: more, kitty, banana, all done, and water. Additional ones will come quickly now, as his comprehension is accelerating rapidly. He clearly understands when we tell him NOT to do things, and then, big surprise, he does them anyway.

The nanny is working out very well. She is sweet and gentle, and very laid back. The other morning she was in the bathroom flushing a diaper (yes, this was the correct thing to do, we use diapers that have a cloth outer and flushable inner) and called for Jon, "hey, can you please help me out for a sec?" The toilet was overflowing and both kids were feet away. What I would have done was screamed at the top of my lungs for help. Jules is very lucky to have a nanny and a daddy that will teach him that life isn't so stressful.

We finally got the stroller my parents bought for Julian for his birthday. It comes with an integral sleeping bag. Sooo cute. We love it. Thank you BB and BaBa!



The cute hat below is from a local store. My sister and hubby bought it for Julian back in June. Too cute.



One more piece of news...
We've got W A L K I N G!
Ok, not exactly walking, more like standing and propelling forward with steps, but we're well on the way. Congrats baby Julian, you're (almost) bipedal!

Snapshots by Aileah

Life when mom and dad are at work.

The Mountain House

We spent the weekend with friends up at Rob and Jen's mountain house (designed by the fabulous and amazing architect...my husband.)





Friday night it was just the 3 of us, then 2 other couples Lori and Greg and Lori and Greg (no, really) and their kids came up to join us on Saturday. BBQ on Saturday night with soy white russians (I passed, thanks), marshmallow roasting, hot tubbing, and a whirlwind brunch on Sunday.





Julian just adores being around all the other kids...



And...my boy had an extended snuggle with me for the first time ever on Sunday morning. This, in attachment land is a BIG step. I was beside myself.

Happy Halloween!

Thanks Auntie Sharon for the costume!


Julian and his friend Adrian in the zoo.


Jon made me do it.



Julian i-chatting with Grandma BB.


Julian asking for "more" i-chat kisses in sign language.