Bed

Lena woke up at 2 am this morning, wanting to do her Lena party. By Ken party, I mean first she just wanted to scream for “my papa” and didn’t want me to touch her. Then she wanted a “dapper change”, then rocking (still screaming for “my papa”, then I was falling asleep rocking her but she was flipping around in my arms and screaming when we got to the bed. So I gave up and we went to the guest bed to snuggle, where she proceeded to flip and flop and say “hi mama” for the next two hours.
New this time, she followed me to the bathroom and used her own little potty (in the dark).
Finally, around 5 am, she fell asleep on me, as uncomfortably as possible, where she stayed until 8:30. I slept a bit with the bed hog on me. Whole big bed, and she needs to be on my face.

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Lena’s mouf

In the last week or two, Lena has appeared to have stopped sucking her fingers. I’m not sure what prompted it, maybe being sick recently and not being able to breathe, or what, but she’s started making the motions (and sound) of sucking her fingers, without actually doing it. It’s a much grosser sound without the fingers. And there’s some teeth grinding in there, too.

Lena’s also started getting pickier about the foods she will eat.
In:

  • Hot dogs
  • Cheese
  • Berries, bananas and apples
  • Applesauce-based squeeze fruits
  • Pasta (with cheese on it)
  • Green beans
  • Corn
  • BBQ chicken/pork
  • Salsa
  • Chips/crackers
  • Most vegetables

Out:

  • Mac & cheese
  • Squeeze fruits packets that are not applesauce-based
  • Chicken nuggets/fingers (grilled or breaded)
  • Pork roast
  • Potatoes
  • Cheese dip

Sometimes ok:

  • Carrots
  • Chex (any flavor)

We’ve got to get her to a dentist, too: the back of her bottom teeth look horrible. The fronts are fine, the top teeth are fine, but no matter how much we brush, the back of the bottom teeth look terrible. But I’m wondering what a dentist might do about them, since brushing her teeth usually involves as much wrangling as trying to look at the cat’s teeth. Surely, a toddler teeth cleaning doesn’t involve general anesthesia.

Baked rice (for Hardy)

I’ve been experimenting with baked rice recently, with fairly successful results! (at least, successful enough to continue experimenting) Hardy asked for a recipe, and here’s the basic one I’m starting with for my experiments.

Ingredients!

  • 1 part rice (I’ve done ariboro, white long-grain, a mix… ends up about the same starting amount.)*
  • 1 scant tablespoon-ish olive oil
  • 3 parts stock (or whatever you have left in the box, finish with water)
  • .5 part other beverage (white wine, rose wine, beer, vermouth, or juice)
  • herbs
  • pepper

Directions!

  • Turn oven on to 350
  • Combine rice and oil in oven-proof dish, stir to coat.
  • Add everything else, stir again
  • Bake 30 minutes, check to see if it’s done (probably won’t be.) Keep adding 10-15 minutes, checking each time to see if water’s been absorbed.
  • [optional] when rice is close to done, turn oven and timer off, leave rice dish in, go put kid to bed (takes 10-120 minutes)

Verdict!
It’s tasty, and a pretty good alternative to plain boiled rice. Looking forward to more experimenting (and turning it into a full dish)!

*My starting amount has been 2/3-1 cup total of rice, and I’ve been cooking in a glass bread pan. I’ve also had success in a glass pie pan, adding a little more liquid to accommodate for increase in surface area.

Waiting

My call went well, the initial in-person talk went well, and the group meeting… that went ok. I didn’t leave with any warm fuzzies on Wednesday. I think (from the visitor’s log) that they’re interviewing a few other people for the same position and, judging from the flubs on their parts in the technical questions, that I was the first to attend the group interview. Hopefully, I stood out enough and not getting a "Sorry, but…" email already means I’m still in the running (and that they haven’t finished doing the group chats.) And maybe they’re trying to figure out how to offer me $Texas and a pony.

I’m not a fan of heading into the weekend with the uncertainty, but it’s better than heading in with a rejection?

Identification

I had an important phone call that I was expecting today. At 10am the phone rang, caller id indicated that my sister was calling, and I answered with an informal greeting (as I do when she calls), something along the lines of, "Hey, ‘sup?" The voice on the other end was a little hesitant in their, "Hello?" and I quickly remembered that my new phone will, if the incoming call is from an unknown number, display the location of the incoming call’s area code.

I need to remember that, just because it says "Georgia" across the top, it doesn’t mean my sister is calling.

(Call went well, I should hear back beginning of next week.)

Worax

Lena loves books. She loves some to pieces, she loves to de-laminate some of them, she loves to read some, and she loves for us to read some of them. The Lorax, apparently, is Papa’s book to read to her.
Last night, after reading Red Fish, Blue Fish (which is much longer than I ever remember, I think a page gets added every time I read it), and I had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew, Lena spied The Lorax and immediately started clamoring for "Wor-rax? Wor-rax?! Woooor-aaaaax!" TCB had been reading for a while and needed a nature break, so was trying to ask me to read it to her. I explained that I might get through three pages of the book before she started climbing down and looking for another book. And TCB’s saying that he’d really like a break, and Lena’s still screaming for Wor-rax, and she has the book and is trying to put it into his hand. And then she grabs his hand and puts it on the book, which sealed the deal: Papa would read The Lorax.