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A Little Pick Me Up


Monday, March 31st, 2014

Notice anything new?

I decided the old bloggy blog needed a facelift.  But not major surgery,  just one of those lunchtime lift jobbies.

I tried finding a new layout by searching WordPress themes, yet nothing screamed “I’M THE ONE! PICK ME! PICK ME!”

One of these days I will watch enough CSS tutorials to make me invincible. Until then, it’s just little nips and tucks.

And maybe even a name/domain update…


Jive Turkey Talkin’


Sunday, November 10th, 2013

We’re hosting our small family Turkey Day festivities this year.   There will be six adults and one toddler who’s certain to be stoked at having all her grandparents present.

With Turkey Day mere weeks away, I decided to menu plan this weekend.  I’d like to say it’s because I’m incredibly organized.  The truth is that I AM H-U-N-G-R-Y!   And the menu planning keeps my mind and not my mouth on savory, carby goodness.

Here’s the tentative menu:

Appetizer:  Brie, Cranberry-Pistachio Goat Cheese Log

Main Course:

  • Big Green Egg Smoked Turkey with Gravy
  • Honey-Baked Ham (provided by MIL)
  • Maisie’s Cornbread Dressing (my grandmother’s piece de resistance!)
  • Roasted Cauliflower Fauxtatoes
  • Jalapeño Corn Souffle
  • Gran Marnier Cranberry Sauce
  • Amaretto Sweet Potato Casserole (with crispy marshmallows on top)
  • Brussels Sprouts (provided by MIL)
  • Green Bean Casserole (from scratch – no canned soup here!)
  • Sister Shubert’s Rolls (provided by MIL)

Desserts:

  • Pumpkin Pie (provided by MIL)
  • Pecan Pie (provided by my mom)
  • Trader Joe’s Pumpkin Cheesecake

I considered nixing the appetizer plate, but I need cushion in case cooking the turkey takes a little longer than anticipated.   It sounds like a a lot of food, but I was planning on doing small 8×8 casserole portions of most of the sides.  And I’ll need to do a a dry run for the stuffing, corn casserole and cranberries to assure they make the final cut.

I know it seems crazy.  I just want there to be a variety of foods reminiscent of my childhood Thanksgivings.  Granted, there were 40+ mouths to feed back then…

Perhaps after a couple more weeks of “lifestyle changing,” I’ll rethink the menu.

Oh, who am I kidding?  It’s ON like Turkey Tom!

I Did! I Did!


Friday, September 13th, 2013

Okay, so I sat down to write about my fabulous pantry overhaul for which I’m dorkishly proud.

But it bored me.    And if I’m bored writing it, God knows it’ll bore the crap outta you.

So let’s consider this a (b)raincheck for tomorrow mk? 🙂

And, yeah, I may have been distracted looking at Butter London’s offerings.

 

Who’s the Boss, Applesauce!


Friday, April 6th, 2012

Yesterday was our long-awaited pediatric gastroenterology consult.

When we booked the appointment two months ago, our pediatrican was suggesting we add a third acid reflux medication.  This didn’t sit well with Dan and me, because we’re already not entused about giving our developing infant her two acid blockers.  Em wasn’t sleeping, waking every two hours throughout the night.  We were zombies in desperate need of direction. Was this a medical issue or a behavioral problem? We needed to rule out the former before addressing the latter.

Fast forward to our Ferberized kiddo who sleeps 11-12 hours with one/two brief night feedings (kow). Her new issues? Constipation and mealtime meltdowns. I can only get a few spoonfuls of puréed baby food in her mouth before Em goes ba-nan-as, screaming, crying and shaking her head “no.”

This GI doctor came highly recommended, so we were willing to drive to Cy-Fair for her earliest opening.  The place was great!  It was clean for one thing (our pedi’s office needs a serious Lysoling) and everyone who worked there was so warm, courteous and professional.  This satellite office could teach the main Fannin location a thing or two about patient/customer service.

Dr. R. took Em’s history, examined a poopy diaper (good timing, kiddo!) and watched as our Wiggles wrangled and riled between Dan and me.   She likes to play “I WANT MOMMY” when Dan holds her and then “I WANT DADDY” as soon as I take her.  After a lengthy consultation, she told us the signs pointed less toward acid reflux and more toward a behavioral issue.  She used words like “She is a VERY smart girl….she knows how to get what she wants…you need to put your foot down…”

Little. Shit. Itis.   She basically thinks that Em’s mealtime tantrums are just that – tantrums.  She made a few suggestions on how to reduce them:  a strict mealtime schedule, making her eat in the high chair, gradual increase in feeding time… tough love.  Then there are the enticements – flavoring the food, letting her play with her food and ignoring bad behavior/rewarding good behavior (as if I hadn’t already tried all that!) But she took it a step further: introducing table food.

I’d hesitated to introduce table food as she JUST started crawling, but I bought some HAPPYBABY Puffs today and gave it a try.  To my shock, Em tried picking up the puff and putting it her mouth!  She’d never tried that with her purees.  Unfortunately, her pincer grasp isn’t quite developed.  She ended up cupping them under her fingers and trying to eat her fist in frustration.  This pissed her off royally.  I wonder where she gets that impatience? 😉

So while we work to tame our lioness in a loving way, the doctor suggested phasing out her Zantac and Prevacid.  If we see an increase in reflux, we’re to resume it.  We’re crossing our fingers that she’ll be a med-free, eager eater a month from now.

Thus making today’s drama the Puff Puff past.


Moment of Momsanity


Thursday, April 5th, 2012

When I frantically hauled ass into the doctor’s office this past Tuesday, the receptionist immediately realized I was there for the emergency appointment.

Not an hour before , Emerson was playing with a ball on her playmat when she fell backward, slamming her head full force into the wood floor behind her. She screamed bloody murder, prompting cries of “Is she okay???” throughout my office.

Had it been a typical rugrat fall, I would’ve said “Oopsie” and giggled.  This was no “oopsie”.  This was an “OH GOD NO!!””  After scooping her up and calming her down, I called the pediatrician’s office and left an emergency message for the triage nurse. By the time she called back, Em was annoyed at my checking her head.  The nurse said it was up to me but suggested I bring her in for an appointment with Dr. A, the only one with an opening.  Up to me?  As if I’d say no, I’d rather just wait this out…  Could I be there in 20 minutes?  God help any cars blocking my way!

During the car ride, I called Dan in hysterics to let him know what had happened.  Then, fearing a concussion, I did everything to keep Em from falling asleep.  Not an easy task considering it was naptime, and the car ride is her Ambien.  I didn’t use her carseat stroller as I normally do at the doctor’s office.  Instead, I carried her in so she’d be more alert.

I waited less than 5 minutes before getting called back to see Dr. A.  He was a white-haired fellow with a mustache, a goofy smile and a calming demeanor.  Emerson’s modus operandi is to lose her shiznit when a doctor comes near her.  But not this time.  As he played with her toes and fingers, she babbled and smiled.  Who is this baby and what have you done with my Emme?

As I described her fall, I tried fighting back the tears but was unsuccessful.  I’d never forgive myself if something were seriously wrong with her,  knowing I could’ve prevented it had I moved her a foot or placed a pillow behind her.  The doctor kept saying things like “Mom, she looks great” and “I’m sure she’s fine.”   He ran some motor skill tests and examined her head.  He instructed her not to fall like that again before turning to me and suggesting I go home and have a margarita. If only! I settled for a Fanta from a Jack-in-the-Box drive-thru.

But I’m pretty sure that by the time she’s 18, I’ll have serious grounds for alcoholism.