Take one....
Take two...success!
He didn't do it in this video, but on previous successes he'd do this little happy dance on the bed, then throw himself onto his back.
And finally some more love for Mama.
Monday, January 25, 2010
The Many Faces of Atty
Here are some recent pictures you might enjoy.
I don't remember why he's upset, but how can you resist that face?
I have croup. Pity me.
I don't remember why he's upset, but how can you resist that face?
I'm back
After almost four months hiatus, I've decided to start posting stuff here again. Atty is just too dang cute to contain. And he's growing so fast, I need to document it somewhere and share it with anyone who cares. So there.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Food Hoarder
Please forgive the long post. This has been on my mind and writing usually helps me figure things out. I welcome your input as well. :)
I'm trying to figure out my relationship with food. I don't mean in a diet way, like food for comfort or food as the enemy. I've got that figured out and feel that I have a pretty healthy diet psyche, thank you very much.
No, it's food storage and gardening and home canning that I'm trying to figure out. Sure, I'm Mormon, so all those things have been important my whole life. But the mystery is why I have such an emotional connection to it all. I mean, nothing makes me happier and feel more secure than a full pantry and a full fridge. It's a deep, to-the-core thrill, yet somehow it never feels like enough.
My sister introduced me to a book that totally feeds that need: How to Grow More Vegetables... Sure there are lots of chapters on soil prep and composting and all that, but the chapter that takes my breath away is the one with sample garden plans for a year-round garden that will supply all of your food needs for a year. I study those diagrams with glee and fantasize about the mini farm I'll have one day, when I add chickens and beehives and maybe a few goats to the mix. It really wouldn't take that much land, except for the goats. It thrills me to think of buying and filling a chest freezer and basement shelves with summer produce and using it all winter.
Yes, I know that this plan requires a great deal of dirty work, both in the gardening and the canning and freezing. But it's work I want to do, and it's the kind of work that makes me feel competent and human and alive.
But gardening and canning aside, I'm also feeling more urgent about a basic year's supply of staples and a three-month supply of standard meals. I get the same feeling about my savings accounts, and I'm having major conflict at the thought of pulling money from savings to buy food storage. Which is more important right now? Which will make me feel more secure--the food or the money?
What I'm trying to figure out is my motivation for all this. Several people I know who have a lot of food storage are preparing for "the big one," a major disaster or food shortage or political uprising. I'm not really concerned about those things. I mean, if the fault line we're sitting on goes active, our foundationless 100-year-old house and all the food storage in it will be reduced to a pile of sticks and rubble in two seconds flat. And I have no desire to move out to the middle of nowhere and start stockpiling guns to keep marauders at bay.
And it's not like I ever went hungry growing up. There were a lot of us, and there were never enough mashed potatoes no matter how huge a bowl of them my mom brought to the table (we really like mashed potatoes), but we always had enough to eat. So that's not it.
What do you think it is?
I'm trying to figure out my relationship with food. I don't mean in a diet way, like food for comfort or food as the enemy. I've got that figured out and feel that I have a pretty healthy diet psyche, thank you very much.
No, it's food storage and gardening and home canning that I'm trying to figure out. Sure, I'm Mormon, so all those things have been important my whole life. But the mystery is why I have such an emotional connection to it all. I mean, nothing makes me happier and feel more secure than a full pantry and a full fridge. It's a deep, to-the-core thrill, yet somehow it never feels like enough.
My sister introduced me to a book that totally feeds that need: How to Grow More Vegetables... Sure there are lots of chapters on soil prep and composting and all that, but the chapter that takes my breath away is the one with sample garden plans for a year-round garden that will supply all of your food needs for a year. I study those diagrams with glee and fantasize about the mini farm I'll have one day, when I add chickens and beehives and maybe a few goats to the mix. It really wouldn't take that much land, except for the goats. It thrills me to think of buying and filling a chest freezer and basement shelves with summer produce and using it all winter.
Yes, I know that this plan requires a great deal of dirty work, both in the gardening and the canning and freezing. But it's work I want to do, and it's the kind of work that makes me feel competent and human and alive.
But gardening and canning aside, I'm also feeling more urgent about a basic year's supply of staples and a three-month supply of standard meals. I get the same feeling about my savings accounts, and I'm having major conflict at the thought of pulling money from savings to buy food storage. Which is more important right now? Which will make me feel more secure--the food or the money?
What I'm trying to figure out is my motivation for all this. Several people I know who have a lot of food storage are preparing for "the big one," a major disaster or food shortage or political uprising. I'm not really concerned about those things. I mean, if the fault line we're sitting on goes active, our foundationless 100-year-old house and all the food storage in it will be reduced to a pile of sticks and rubble in two seconds flat. And I have no desire to move out to the middle of nowhere and start stockpiling guns to keep marauders at bay.
And it's not like I ever went hungry growing up. There were a lot of us, and there were never enough mashed potatoes no matter how huge a bowl of them my mom brought to the table (we really like mashed potatoes), but we always had enough to eat. So that's not it.
What do you think it is?
Thursday, September 3, 2009
"Hunger" is not a four-letter word
I've been hungry lately. Constantly hungry. But I'm ok with that. It's a strange feeling. Let me explain.
I am trying to lose weight, but I don't believe in diets. Diets mean self-deprivation, which for me means setting myself up for failure. So I don't diet. I just eat less and exercise more, and so far it's been working.
But lately my appetite has been going crazy. I eat breakfast, and I'm still hungry. I eat a good lunch, and I'm still hungry. I have a snack, and I'm still hungry. I have dinner... you get the idea. The odd part is I can't think of anything else I want to eat. Sure, I could go eat another bowl of Cheerios right now. Or a peanutty granola bar. Or even potato chips and ranch dip. Nothing's stopping me, and it's all in my kitchen right now. I'm not counting points or limiting carbs or anything. But instead here I sit, hungry. And I don't mind. I just don't want those things right now. And I don't think they'd make the hunger go away. At least not for very long. And I'd rather be a little hungry than overfull and bloated.
This is an odd thing in my history, and quite revolutionary. Part of me hopes this is a permanent thing, and another part wonders how long it will last before I go back to eating everything in sight. We'll see.
I am trying to lose weight, but I don't believe in diets. Diets mean self-deprivation, which for me means setting myself up for failure. So I don't diet. I just eat less and exercise more, and so far it's been working.
But lately my appetite has been going crazy. I eat breakfast, and I'm still hungry. I eat a good lunch, and I'm still hungry. I have a snack, and I'm still hungry. I have dinner... you get the idea. The odd part is I can't think of anything else I want to eat. Sure, I could go eat another bowl of Cheerios right now. Or a peanutty granola bar. Or even potato chips and ranch dip. Nothing's stopping me, and it's all in my kitchen right now. I'm not counting points or limiting carbs or anything. But instead here I sit, hungry. And I don't mind. I just don't want those things right now. And I don't think they'd make the hunger go away. At least not for very long. And I'd rather be a little hungry than overfull and bloated.
This is an odd thing in my history, and quite revolutionary. Part of me hopes this is a permanent thing, and another part wonders how long it will last before I go back to eating everything in sight. We'll see.
I have a theory
("...that it's a demon. A dancing demon! No, something isn't right there.")
Ok, maybe less of a theory than a realization. Here's the background: I have two pairs of pants that, according to the tags, are the same size. But one is uncomfortably snug around the waist while the other literally falls down so bad I need a belt. I haven't needed a belt since high school, if even then. Very frustrating, this discrepancy in sizing.
And then just this week I figured out the difference. One is meant to sit at my waist, while the other is meant to sit on my hips. I carry most of my weight in my belly, and I've been losing weight in my hips and butt. So even though the hip pants ride across the peak of my belly, that circumference is still smaller than the hip/butt circumference of average woman my size. So the pants sag and slip. But I haven't been losing much in my waist, so the waist pants are still snug.
That, and every brand interprets sizing differently. Even so, I think I'll be shopping at Old Navy more, which is where the hip pants came from. I know size is just a number, but right now my ego could use some smaller numbers.
I don't know why anyone would care about this, but I felt the need to share. Enjoy. :)
Ok, maybe less of a theory than a realization. Here's the background: I have two pairs of pants that, according to the tags, are the same size. But one is uncomfortably snug around the waist while the other literally falls down so bad I need a belt. I haven't needed a belt since high school, if even then. Very frustrating, this discrepancy in sizing.
And then just this week I figured out the difference. One is meant to sit at my waist, while the other is meant to sit on my hips. I carry most of my weight in my belly, and I've been losing weight in my hips and butt. So even though the hip pants ride across the peak of my belly, that circumference is still smaller than the hip/butt circumference of average woman my size. So the pants sag and slip. But I haven't been losing much in my waist, so the waist pants are still snug.
That, and every brand interprets sizing differently. Even so, I think I'll be shopping at Old Navy more, which is where the hip pants came from. I know size is just a number, but right now my ego could use some smaller numbers.
I don't know why anyone would care about this, but I felt the need to share. Enjoy. :)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
"Wooka wooka BY-dee"
This is Atty's new all-purpose phrase. He says it and sings it all day, sometimes shortening it to "g'BY-dee" or just "wooka wooka". I have no idea what it means, but it obviously means something to him. Sometimes he'll be babbling and singing and start laughing all of a sudden, as though he'd just said something funny. I laugh with him because he's just so dang cute, so maybe he thinks I understand him. I wish I did. There's a lot going on in that little brain of his, and it would be fascinating to tap into it and understand his view of the world.
He's at the stage where he's figuring out the boundaries and limits of his world, and it can be so frustrating for both of us sometimes. What happens if I pull on this chair? Mom said "no" last time I banged on the glass door with a stick; what will she say if I do it again? Or with a toy? Or with this other toy? Look at me! I climbed onto the coffee table! Yikes! How do I get down?!
This boy is definitely an explorer. He'll play with toys, but his favorite thing to do it just walk around and check out the place. He LOVES to run outside. Last night he walked around the whole block with James. He'll run up driveways so he can run back down on the slope, and he loves climbing our neighbor's stairs. He'll stop to pick up sticks or leaves or poke at dirt, but mostly he loves to run. He gets so mad when we bring him back inside, and he gets so bored in our apartment. This kid really needs a back yard and things to climb on. One day we'll have that. For now he'll have to make do with the coffee table and the sidewalk.
He's at the stage where he's figuring out the boundaries and limits of his world, and it can be so frustrating for both of us sometimes. What happens if I pull on this chair? Mom said "no" last time I banged on the glass door with a stick; what will she say if I do it again? Or with a toy? Or with this other toy? Look at me! I climbed onto the coffee table! Yikes! How do I get down?!
This boy is definitely an explorer. He'll play with toys, but his favorite thing to do it just walk around and check out the place. He LOVES to run outside. Last night he walked around the whole block with James. He'll run up driveways so he can run back down on the slope, and he loves climbing our neighbor's stairs. He'll stop to pick up sticks or leaves or poke at dirt, but mostly he loves to run. He gets so mad when we bring him back inside, and he gets so bored in our apartment. This kid really needs a back yard and things to climb on. One day we'll have that. For now he'll have to make do with the coffee table and the sidewalk.
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