Crunchy Granola

Dinner

Papa Urchin has eluded to it before but when we first dated I was not at all the crunchy granola type. I was way more the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese type. I wanted to be everything different than a tree-hugging hippie and thought most of those types were weird, at best. Now to give myself some slack, Stefan and I began dating when I was 19 so I had a lot of world-learning left to do. All this is not to say that I didn’t believe in taking care of the planet we’ve been given or eating in a somewhat healthy manner — I had just completed a calendar year where I was a vegetarian — I just wasn’t into all the quasi-political stuff, or the bad fashion.
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Random Thoughts

Sorry for the lack of posts, nothing exciting seems to be going on around here as of late. Like right now, Tristan and I are sitting at the kitchen table watching Katie eat a Ring Pop. Ring PopWe were going to go to the post office and send a “Congratulations on Your Baby” package to some friends who had a little girl in January — yes that means she is almost four months old — but we have no packing tape. So here we sit as Katie ingests enough sugar to energize her for three days. How did this become my life?
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Fading….

Has anyone else noticed? Do I get props for knowing my husband? He started his new job today and I haven’t really heard from him so it must be going well. I, on the other hand, had to punish Katie for not listening with a no TV day but the problem with that is sometimes I want her to watch TV so I can get something done. Tristan is amazingly taking a nap in his crib and right now his sister is pounding out a tune on the piano – all below middle C – that would make Philip Glass proud. So, I really should go before the inevitable happens…

Oh the Places I’ve Been

If there is one thing I learned from dooce, it’s never blog about your job. Since I just quit my job I figure that it’s open season, ok well not really, but I might do one or two fun posts. One of the things that really characterized this job was the travel. When I started this job I had two trips stamped in my passport — a honeymoon in Tahiti and a job interview in Germany — now I need to have more pages added. All told, in the last 5 years I have traveled roughly 300K miles. Rather than get myself in trouble telling travel stories I thought I would make a best/worst list.
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You People Are Freaks

So, apparently Stefan’s last post has created a lot of buzz among our four blog readers (that is the four besides our moms). He’s going out with the guys tonight so he’s working-from-home today in an effort to assuage his guilt about leaving me alone with the urchins. The thing about it is, though, that he’s sitting on the couch annoyed that Tristan is crying and he can’t get any work done. Really, before I go any further, I should just leave it at – he should have gone to the office. So anyway, back to the toilet. So he’s been having trouble getting work done because you people keep emailing him about the post. Women say, yes I do flush with my foot and I’m not sure how I would wipe standing up while the men are saying wow, I had no idea?!?

This is what comments are for people!!!!

As it turns out we should turn this blog into all toilet talk, all the time. It really spikes the site visits.

Everything I never wanted to know about women

Just in case things have been getting a little too schmoopsy around here, I thought I would drag you into the gutter today. If you are a single man or a married man with out kids you might want to stop reading now, I don’t want to ruin it for you. The thing is men tend to have a very romanticized view of their women and women totally play into this. Guys don’t even want to imagine that women have a digestive system. When a women says she is going to powder her nose, that is what we think she is actually doing. This is why the episode of Sex in the City where Carrie farts in Mr Bigs’ Bed is so funny. The problem is this charade is impossible to maintain after conception. As a man you learn more than you ever wanted to know about your woman. — Natural child birth is probably the worst part of this, and I am only hearing stories about this since both of our children were born via C-Section. — Jen and I still joke about the early days trying to get Katie to nurse — boobs flying everywhere, me holding them, her holding them, me holding the kid, her holding the kid, the twisting, the turning, now we can look back and laugh, but back then it was pretty traumatic. And then there was the pump. OMG (and I don’t use that phrase lightly,) it totally changed the way I looked at breasts for at least ten minutes.
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Noodles, etc

noodles_bwsWhen the whole MIM debacle broke I headed for The Cave while so many women headed to The Well to discuss it. The cave is a place where I can focus on manly things like my Delta Unisaw with 50″ table and Biesemeyer fence, but I digress. The point is, while the women said their piece I avoided it all. So when I started to write about this really cool picture of how the cheesey noodles sometimes organize themselves in the microwave, I realized it was my opinion on false advertising in marriage. Read more

I just wanted ribs

I just made my second trip to Kansas City and besides wanting hazard pay — when you are used to going to Paris, Tokyo, Sydney or the SF bay area, KC is hazard duty — I wanted some of these super fine fall-from-the-bone ribs I hear so much about. On my first trip my flight didn’t get in until 8:30PM and as it turns out most restaurants near the hotel closed at 9:00PM. I was driving and driving and the only thing I could find was (cr)Applebees. Let me tell you, even in KC the Ribs at (cr)Applebees just don’t cut it. I was excited to return to the town with a sales guy to pick up the check and knowledge of a good BBQ joint open past 9:00PM.
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Talking in His Sleep

Usually Tristan wakes up around 6:30-7:00 AM but this morning we heard him crying around 5:30. Stefan went in to make sure he hadn’t lodged one of his limbs in the bars of his crib. Amazingly at three months he has enough coordination to get his arms, legs, sometimes all of the above, through the rails but he lacks the coordination to get them out. Anyway, he wasn’t trapped so Stefan turned on the magic aquarium and came back to bed. A little later, when it became obvious that Tristan wasn’t going back to sleep until he ate I went in to his room, changed him, and fed him.
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The Vomit Train

So it seems we caught the express vomit train and by yesterday evening Katie was asking for strawberries and milk. Just what I want when my stomach is feeling rocky. Instead we offered her a pretzel and non-flavored pedialyte. Pretend they’re a strawberry and milk, sweetheart. Meanwhile Tristan spit-up, an unusual occurrence for him, and sent me into a panic attack. Stefan reminded me that spitting up is in the normal repertoire of activities for a three-month old and to settle down.
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