The monster in my kitchen

I’ve been planning to write about finding my balance with where I am in life and being in a good place, but starting about a week ago, Gabriel turned some corner into a [hopefully short-lived] developmental stage known as “Horrible.”  I’m pretty sure it manifested before his fall, but I’m not positive, and I can’t help but wonder if he knocked a few screws loose.

Anyway, he’s been very clingy and needy, making it difficult for me to get much of anything done, but it’s been particularly frustrating in the kitchen.  Turns out, it’s rather difficult to chop vegetables with a large, sharp knife, and deal with hot pans on the stove-top and in the oven, when a fussy toddler is pulling on your legs, shirt, etc.  Not to mentioned dangerous.

I gave up before I started on a couple of evenings, too sapped from dealing with him earlier in the day and anticipating his antics to even try.  Leftovers to the rescue!

At my MIL’s suggestion, I tried putting him in his booster seat with some toys while I cooked (farinata, with a side of sweet potatoes and turnip greens, if you were wondering) last night, and it went surprisingly well.

Despite my misgivings about confining him like that, he actually seemed content to be sitting in the kitchen doing his own thing, playing and babbling with very little input from me, in contrast to the frantic whining and wrapping himself around my legs of previous afternoons.

Eventually, I plan to let him help more in the kitchen, but we’re not quite there yet.  Last week, I experimented with helping him stand on a chair and sift flour and stir the dry ingredients for raw apple cake.

It went well — flour more or less stayed in the bowl, he didn’t fall of the chair and crack his head on the tile flour, and he seemed to enjoy helping.  However, it required very close and constant supervision on my part, definitely not something I have time for every night.

If any of you have suggestions for occupying young toddlers while cooking and/or safe ways (easy and not TOO messy would be great, also) to involve toddlers in the kitchen, I’d love to  hear them.

Bloody onions!

A few weeks ago, Matthew started onions and leeks in flats, and they’ve been happily growing under the grow lights in the basement.  However, the lack of real sunlight and fresh air led to some mold growth on the top of the soil, so with outside temperatures in the 50s, he planned to get them outside for some good old-fashioned UV light.

I decided to help with this on Tuesday, so mid-morning, after Gabriel and I returned from the gym/kids’ room, we headed to the basement.  With no way to carry the seedling flat and a baby at the same time (well, there would have been a way, but it would have required going upstairs for the Ergo carrier), I opted for the “set Sir down in the basement with a toy, grab a seed tray, and dash outside and right back in before he could get into any trouble” option.

Now, while Sir’s usual stair method involves both hands and feet, he has recently started experimenting with standing up and holding a railing and/or adult’s hand.  With the hands and feet method, he navigates stairs pretty well over ninety percent of the time, but we [almost] always spot him from below, because he is given to slipping every now and then.

Anyway, when I opened the side door that leads to the stairs down to the basement, Sir was on the second or third step (from the bottom), coming to see me.  He had been using the original [safe(r)] method, but right about the time I entered, he stood up straight on the step, all, “Look, Ma, no hands.”

After that, I’m not quite sure what happened — either he just lost his balance on his own, or I may, in my slight alarm at his position, have made a sudden move that led to the tumble.  Either way, the final result was a two or three step fall, ending on the concrete basement floor.  Not good.

I picked him up and checked his head, which seemed fine, and then attempted to check for equal and reactive pupils, when I noticed a decent bit of blood on both of us.  For a minute, I couldn’t determine the source of the blood.  I ruled out mouth (which was the culprit in a previous fall), head, and ears before discovering a good sized gash on his chin, right along his jaw bone.

I called Matthew for a phone consult on the use of steri-strips, which I applied with little success, contending with a crying, upset baby and a chin soaked with blood and drool.  With lunch and nap time fast approaching, I cleaned things up a bit more and slapped a bandage over the steri-strips.

We suspected that, especially with the location, the injury would need more than our first aid attempts, so I called and left a message for our pediatrician’s phone nurse.  Since the bleeding was more or less under control and Gabriel calmed down and ate lunch as usual, I decided to go ahead with his nap while waiting for the nurse’s return call.

The nurse suggested coming in to the office to see if they could glue the gash, cautioning that if the doctor determined that glue wouldn’t work, we would have to head to the ER for stitches anyway.  With the possibility of avoiding a much higher copay and the ER gauntlet, I took their last available appointment for the afternoon.

Long story short (well, still fairly long, but a bit shorter), the doctor used the glue-bond stuff, covered with a big, waterproof bandage to protect it from drool (because the glue needs to stay dry for the first 48 hours).  I admit to being dubious that it would hold, but now, over 48 hours later, it looks like we got off easy.

Still, the $25 doctor visit copay, not to mention the pain, tears, and angst (and the risk of a more serious injury) added significantly to the cost of this onion crop.  Needless to say, I’ve learned my lesson about leaving a toddler unattended, even for “just a second” — the onions weren’t worth the blood!

Makeshift root cellar

A root cellar ranks high on our garden-related wish list.  A well-designed root cellar would maintain temperatures and humidity ideal for storing much of the food we harvest in the summer and early fall and eat throughout the winter, including potatoes, onions, sweet potatoes, cabbage, carrots, and squash.

Until we have a place of our own to garden and implement an “official” root cellar, we’re working with what we’ve got.  Until this year, that mainly involved basements — at Matthew’s mom’s house and at our apartment.  However, due to heat bleed-off from furnaces and duct work, most basements are actually warmer than ideal for root cellaring, and ours, with two (and in previous years, four) furnaces and duct work for two (or four) units is certainly no exception.

Once cold weather settled in for the season, we realized that the coldest place in our apartment was the front stairwell, just inside the front door.  We put a thermometer down there and discovered temperatures in the mid-50s (versus the 60-some-degree basement).

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While it’s not the most elegant storage solution, the space we’re using is more or less behind the door, so it’s out of the way.

The crate is full of potatoes, covered to prevent light damage.  It’s important to go through and de-eye the potatoes every couple of weeks.  We’ve had some that store better than others, but even the ones with rather shriveled skins taste good, they’re just a bit more work to clean.

The sweet potatoes at our place are a few steps up, in paper bags, though the bulk of our harvest of sweet potatoes and squash is still out at my MIL’s.

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We bought a bushel (about 50 pounds) of organic apples on our way to Iowa for Thanksgiving.  While they would keep better at cooler temps (like in the super-insulated straw bale building at the orchard), this was an okay compromise — there was no way we could fit them in the refrigerator.  Gabriel will often walk in the door, pick up an apple from the box, and take a bite, clearly indicating what he would like for a snack.

We’ve eaten or dried many of the apples.  The remaining apples have good flavor, but the texture is definitely best for cooking or drying at this point.

When we discovered our uninvited guests (of which we just found another a few days ago, argh!), I feared that they would be all too happy to invade our “root cellar,” but that hasn’t been the case (knock on wood).

Gearing up and getting out

A post about biking with the trailer is in the works, but the truth is, even before last week’s snow and the resulting icy roads, Gabriel and I have been sticking closer to home, with more outings by foot.  That, and quite a lot of car outings for family time over the holidays.

Last Friday, we walked through a pretty snowfall for a family pizza dinner outing.  Not amazing pizza, but good, with a nice atmosphere, and the whole being able to walk there makes it taste better thing going.

Thus far, we’ve been pretty minimalist with Gabriel’s footwear — barefoot or socks (no shoes) exclusively for the first year.  While we were mired in indecision (and Gabriel got closer to walking), trying to find a balance between good shoes that would actually be foot shaped and healthy for his feet and not spending an unreasonable amount of money for shoes that he would outgrow in a few months, my MIL bought a pair of Skidders (I’ve also seen them called Rubberoos).

Foot-shaped, flexible, easy to wear, they’re a kind of hybrid sock-shoe: sock-like fabric top with a thin, flexible, grippy rubber bottom.  They’ve been great for the past few months, and Sir logged some serious miles in them, between walks with me and with his grandpa (up to a half mile!), but they’re not so good for walking outside in wet/cold/snowy conditions.

Though I liked the design of some of the Keen infant/toddler boots, I couldn’t bring myself to drop eighty dollars or more on a pair, so last week (just in time for the snow), I compromised on an okay-for-not-to-frequent-wear pair of snow boots at a kids’ consignment store.  Gabriel had to relearn walking with the new kicks, but he picked it up fairly quickly.

On NewYear’s day, we hit the slopes.  Luckily, the park at the end of our street has a decent little hill.  Walkable sledding hill equals not having to navigate iffy streets in the car, a definite win.

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Yes, there may have been as much grass as snow on some parts of the hill, but we take what we can get.

It’s been chilly (by StL standards) since the snow, and I’ve been in hibernation mode, but time outside is unarguably good for Gabriel (and probably good for me too), so we bundled up yesterday morning and ran some errands on foot, picking up a shoe repair and ducking into Home Eco.  We stuck to the sunny, non-icy side of the street, and Gabriel covered some serious distance before accepting a lift in the stroller.

Even in our not-super-cold temps (high teens, low twenties, may feel colder with wind), the right gear — warm footwear, good mittens, and, yes, balaclavas — make outside time much nicer.  An added bonus of the balaclavas — we’re ready to rob banks at the drop of a hat . . .

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. . . or ready to encounter slightly sinister looking snowmen.  Happy winter!

Ghost of Christmas past

So Christmas is old news, seeing as how we’ve already rung in the New Year, but better late than never.  Unless you’re having any VERY belated holiday celebrations, you probably don’t need my fun green gift wrapping break through, so I’ll tuck that idea away for next year.

As expected, Sir did not lack for Christmas gifts.  The highlights included a pony from his great grandparents . .  .

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Of course, everyone knows that it’s best to ride bareback . . .

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. . . while holding a hairbrush.

Speaking of riding, one week before Christmas, I found a Balance Bike on Craigslist.  We’d debated Balance Bike versus regular bike with pedals and cranks removed, but the good deal, combined with the timing and the fact that we hadn’t done much in terms of Christmas shopping, sealed the deal.

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He’s not quite ready for it, but he’s very interested, and all signs indicate that he’ll be ready to cruise come spring.

I’m happy to report that all of his Christmas gifts (from Matthew and me) are of the new-to-us variety, though I did find out the hard way (almost empty toy shelves at the SVdP thrift store) that I am not the only parent to buy secondhand for Christmas — must plan ahead for that in future years.

I particularly delighted in the gift my sister gave us — beautiful homemade stockings.  I knew I wanted something special, and liked the idea of making them myself, but I lacked the equipment/skill/time to do so.

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Aunt Mollie to the rescue!  It’s so fun to know that we’ll be hanging these stockings for many years to come.

Here’s hoping that 2013 is off to a good start for all of you!