With not one, but two, trips to the pumpkin patch, I think it's safe to say that autumn is officially here! Here's what's putting a little extra pep in my step these days:
I'm a yeller. I never really realized it, until J pointed it out one day. I grew up in a house of yellers, so it just seemed normal to me. And, look, I don't think there's a toddler out there who hasn't driven their parent to yelling at least some of the time. But I wanted to yell less.
As our little ones grow, I've been thinking more about what will be the traditions and rituals that help provide structure and stability to our lives. I think back on my childhood and the rituals that marked it; a lot revolve around the holidays (and, apparently, food). The lamb with mint jelly my mom would make for Passover; my aunt Jill's "better than Robert Redford" dessert at Thanksgiving; breakfast burritos on the beach with my sister the day after Thanksgiving; going to Disneyland on my birthday (perks of growing up in Southern California!).
Hello, friends! Sorry for the brief hiatus. There was the return to work, and P2's transition to daycare (which also threw P1's routine off, so we were back to tears every morning for her too), and P2 turned one!!! and back to back arraignment shifts, and the cold that wouldn't end, and and and . . . .
But there's lots of stuff in the works. Recipes (including homemade matzoh ball soup and a fast weeknight dinner), parenting notes and observations (including how I figured out to yell *a little* bit less), ethical fashion round-ups (work bags and jewelry and boots, oh my!), interviews with more bad-ass women and more ways to incorporate activism into your every day (plus a quick eco-friendly laundry trick). I hope you'll stay tuned!
In the meantime, a look at where I've been spending (some of) my internet time:
And on a significantly lighter note (because we could all use one):
Oh, friends. I am exhausted. I am exhausted, and the floor in my living room is covered in scattered toys (many of which are painfully prickly to a bare foot) and beneath the toys, I am sure, despite my best efforts, is a fine layer of pee.
Shanah tovah, friends! We kicked off the new year by making not one, but two, of Smitten Kitchen's apple and honey challah (one to keep, the second for P1 to take to daycare to share with her friends and teachers. She was super resistant to the sharing bit until she saw how much challah we got to keep at home - these make big loaves). It was ambitious, but reminded me of just how awesome fresh homemade challah is.
These scones are a perfect grab and go breakfast for a busy weekday morning (aka, back to school time! Or pretty much every day around here). They're healthy and yummy and easy to whip up - I find myself baking a batch almost every other week. I make them so often that now I just keep most of the ingredients on hand (it's mostly pantry staples anyway).
Happy Labor Day, y'all! Grateful for this extra day off, even as we spend it cooped up inside, potty training a toddler who keeps expressing sadness at losing her diapers. Sigh. Hopefully your plans involved more fun and fewer arguments. If you're still trying to think of what to bring to your potluck/BBQ/picnic, I've rounded up some of our favorites from the archives and around the web. And if you have any potty training tips, please share them in the comments below!
I had resolved awhile ago to start up on the natural deodorant (and felt subsequently quite guilty when pregnant and nursing and still hadn't made a switch and came upon some horrid parenting web site that took it as a given that no mother would subject her baby to the horrors of second-hand antiperspirants! Whoops.).
Well, after a few fits and starts, I think I'm firmly in the natural deodorant camp now. Of course, with so many more options available now, and everyone's body chemistry apparently adjusting to natural deodorants differently, I had to test out a few before finding one that would stick.
I've always loved books. I was that kid in elementary school who always had a book on the playground, and as an adult, I've yet to live in an apartment with adequate bookshelf space for a collection that never stops growing. Connecting with a new book always elicits a thrill, and if I'm feeling down in the dumps, opening an old favorite can feel like a comforting hug from a good friend.
When I first found out I was pregnant with P1, one of the things I most looked forward to sharing with my future kid was my love of reading. I was eager to share my old favorites (Anne of Green Gables!) and discover new ones.