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Ode to Joy

When I was in high school I had a friend with a wacky aunt. She had wild hair and wild toddlers and a messy house. I recall thinking she seemed a little out of control, but I also recall thinking she was pretty awesome because she was having a lot more fun than the other grownups I knew.

One day she was roughhousing with one of her kids, rolling around on the floor with him (or maybe it was the girl) in her arms, sort of like they were a two-part ball. Witnessing it made me wish someone had played with me like that, with pure glee and physical abandon.

Whenever I toss my kid in the air, or blow raspberries on his belly, I aspire to match the spirit of what I saw that day. At the very least, I try to make my baby giggle like I heard her child giggle almost 30 years ago.

Thanks, Marcia Sindel, for showing me that wild can be good.

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Mad Face

Today’s kvetchitude is not mine, but the baby’s: He has officially started making a Mad Face. He busts it out when he’s frustrated, or displeased, or I close the dishwasher or fridge just as he comes crawling up.
Since I don’t post photos of him publicly, you’ll have to use your imagination. But this is it, exactly, only without glasses, with dark hair, and much, much, younger:

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Baby Picture

Everyone’s always bugging me to post photos of the baby on here, so okay, fine, here you go:

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Bahahaaaaa suckers, that’s not my baby! He’s cuter and has more hair than that!

Also, he’s not a girl.

And he would totally rock the cover of the Target baby coupon mailer way harder than this.

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Years ago, I found this recipe in some magazine. I can’t remember which one, and I know I’ve modified it, so I’m claiming it as mine. And sharing it with you.

The most awesome thing about this fruity, warmly spiced sauce is that it’s so simple that you can make it while soothing a teething baby. (The only sauce that’s easier is Mama Stamberg’s, which is also excellent in its own way.) The second most awesome thing about it is that it freezes incredibly well.

Happy Holidays a little early!

Cranberries a la Dean

1 bag cranberries, washed and picked through (discard the mushy ones)
1 ripe pear, washed and cut into 1″ dice (doesn’t need to be pretty)
1 sweet apple, washed and cut into 1″ dice (again, no need to be picky with the dicing)
Zest and juice of one orange
1 cup sugar
1/2 t. each ground ginger, cinnamon and nutmeg (if you hate nutmeg, maybe throw some allspice in instead)

Combine all ingredients and cook over medium-low heat, stirring occasionally, until cranberries are all popped and smushy and sauce has thickened (about 30-49 minutes). Taste and add sugar if needed. Cool and enjoy with turkey, beef, potatoes, or soy-based meatlike products. Or heat and enjoy over ice cream or vanilla cake.

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Rough Stuff

One day not long ago I realized the backs of my hands resemble the scratchy part of Velcro. Which would be okay except that there were little red fissures forming on my knuckles. I was all like, what the Hell, and then I thought about the beginning of a typical day:

6:00 Wake up, pee, wash hands, make coffee
6:15 Shower, apply makeup, wash hands
6:30 Eat breakfast, noodle around on iPad, wash hands (because that thing never gets washed)
6:45 Refresh coffee, wash hands, make and warm bottle
6:55 Scratch butt, wash hands (Come on, I’m not the only one. And at least I’m hygienic about it.)
7:00 Feed and change baby, wash hands
7:30 Change baby (he’s a morning pooper, yay), use hand santizer, carry baby to pack-n-play, wash hands (Yes I know that’s overkill, but how can I touch my baby’s morning-fresh outfit with even a trace of poo on my hands?)

Mystery solved. I cast about the house for something to slather on between my approximately 500 daily hand washings and found this:

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It came from an impulse buy bin at Sephora years ago. It’s basically petroleum jelly, random oils and rose water, but you know what? It’s working. And it smells nice. You can get some here if you like. I’m pretty sure Sephora still has it, too, but I can’t go in there to check for you because I always get sucked in by the 800 colors of eyeliner that I’ll never use.

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