Stella has learned to shake her head ‘no’ as of this morning. She knows she’s funny.
My Granny H had a degenerative eye condition known as retinitis pigmentosa. It just so happens to be genetic. So, every two years, I make sure that I get an eye exam to check to see how my retinas are doing. Today was that day, and it is not awesome, I assure you. Retinas look good, which is awesome.
Oh, and when they tell you the glaucoma test is ‘a little puff of air,’ don’t believe them. Imagine someone aiming an airbrush directly at your eye for about 1.5 seconds. That’s the glaucoma test. Not awesome.
Four- and two-and-a-half-year-old boys tend to be picky eaters, with preferences often depending on their moods and the day of the week. Ours are no exception. Ethan likes mashed potatoes but only a little meatloaf; George prefers meatloaf and freaks with even a tiny bit of mashed potato. Yet he’ll eat roasted potato slices without complaint.
Tonight the boys ate grilled chicken, roasted asparagus, red peppers and onions on pita with roasted garlic hummus. And they asked for seconds. They fought over a roasted red pepper.
We try to expose them to lots of different foods, and have always required that they eat a substantial amount of vegetables. Like most kids they don’t like certain things, but these two beg for salad. To the point that I’ve started giving them their salads after they eat their dinners.
I am happy.
Today I received the most awesome thing in the mail.
It’s my handmade sock knitting bag from Messie Craftie!
I can put my sock project in it, close it up with the toggle, and keep the drawstring over my wrist so that I can knit while walking. In fact, it’s holding the larger Fancy Pants WIP (two skeins of KnitPicks Felici in Patina, pattern, needles and small knit kit.) This is so much nicer than the low-rent Ziploc bags that I’ve been using.
Just another thing I keep meaning to blog about;
Since I first started cooking about 11 years ago, I have gone through three Crock Pots. Three. It is so extraordinarily annoying to have my crock pots take a crap after only having them for four or five years.
The most recent slow cooker catastrophe happened on Sunday, when I was making spaghetti sauce and meatballs. The handle broke off of the lid and there’s no way to repair it without getting a replacement.
Rival doesn’t sell just the lid handle; you have to buy an entire lid. Which is $12, plus $8.50 for shipping. Plus tax. Which comes out to about $22. A brand new 5.5 quart oval crock pot is $29.99. With a dishwasher-safe hinged lid that can be secured for travel and removable crock.
It makes me sick how cheaply these things are made nowadays.
Do you see this?
This is the crock pot my Mom gave me about 15 years ago. The stone doesn’t come out, the lid is glass, not molded plexiglass, and there’s no timer feature or fancy schmancy digital display. Three settings — Hi, Low, and Off. She got this crock pot ca. 1973, and gave it to me back in 1995. It’s survived three moves and three children, and it is still working.
I love this crock pot. It’s orange and chipped, but I use it often for small batches of soup or dips. In fact, I use it to keep mashed potatoes warm when we have company. It was made in the USA before Rival started assembling their crock pots overseas. I wish that these things were still manufactured as well as they used to be.
I cannot believe it, she’s scooting — pulling herself with her arms and pushing with her feet. I am not ready for this.
So a few weeks ago, the Cleveland Plain Dealer ran an article about birth plans. The basic tone of the piece was that they are unnecessary, even inhibiting a doctor’s ability to offer quality obstetric care.
So I wrote me a letter. And it was published in the Opinion section of today’s Plain Dealer.
Health-care providers should respect birth plans
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
I read with interest the March 24 article “Having birth plan is no guarantee.”
As a woman who has had three children with the assistance of my nurse-midwife, I found that having a birth plan enabled me to clarify my expectations and communicate well with my midwife.
I educated myself on all of my birth options and drafted a one-page plan. My midwife understood our desire to have intervention-free, unmedicated Bradley births, and worked with us to achieve our goals.
As patients, we bear half of the responsibility for communicating effectively with our medical providers. Physicians like Dr. Sarah Pasqualone (who does not “allow” her patients to have birth plans) disregard an important communication tool. It fosters the attitude that pregnant women can’t be trusted to formulate intelligent decisions about our care.
I would never choose a health-care professional not interested in my opinions about my own care.
Woot! I’m going to copy it and send it to my midwife.