One day soon she’s going to let go and stand up on her own. But until then she has the swagger of a little person who knows she only has to hang on just barely.
332/365 Confident on Her Feet
Posted on April 2, 2012 2 Comments
331/365 Heading Home
Posted on April 1, 2012 3 Comments
I’ll be getting home this afternoon. I will be so excited to see my two beautiful little ladies.
329/365 Weakness
Posted on March 30, 2012 Leave a Comment
My affection for mooshy cheeks is well documented. Second only to the back of the neck. I might have gone overboard in photographing the Squishy’s back recently. That’s a vice I can handle.
Food Porn: Potato and Leek Soup with Garlic Toast
Posted on March 30, 2012 Leave a Comment
Are we seeing a theme here yet? Garlic!!!! And it’s so good I don’t care that it comes out of my pores when I go for a run at the gym. Just as well my husband feels the same way.
This recipe is adapted from here.
What You’ll Need:
1 brown onion
4 cloves of garlic
1kg of potatoes peeled and cut into 2cm cubes
1/4 cup olive oil
2 leeks (white section only, thinly sliced)
1.25L of vegetable stock
Bread, a clove of garlic and butter for the toast.
How You Make It:
1) Put the olive oil in the pot and place it on medium heat
2) Add the sliced onion and garlic until the onion is soft
3) Add in the potatoes and leeks and cook until leeks are soft
4) Cover with the stock and simmer until potato is well cooked
5) Blend with a stick blender
6) Toast your bread then rub with a cut clove of garlic and spread with butter for cheaty garlic bread
And there you have it. Comfort food ahoy!
328/365 Arch Villain Cat
Posted on March 29, 2012 2 Comments
I really think Floyd missed his calling as the cat of an arch villain of some kind. Occasionally I pat him and pretend I’m Dr. Claw. Not really, that would be weird. Except, I totally do.
We Are Leaving the Hut!
Posted on March 29, 2012 3 Comments
{Image from here}
By tomorrow I will be consuming an extreme amount of coffee in preparation for the Digital Parents Conference. Real coffee, I hope.
I am looking forward to shopping for something to wear that is not maternity clothes. Although, just quietly why is that when you are not pregnant you always see awesome maternity wear? Or am I the only person who actually looks at maternity wear when I’m not pregnant? Either way, if you are pregnant I love Target for maternity wear of the non moo-moo variety.
Meanwhile, I will be charging every piece of equipment that I own. And dreaming about shoe shopping and laksa. And trying not to think too much about the look of supreme relief on my husband’s face whenever I come back to the house after having been gone an hour or so.
I get into Melbourne at 10am, at which point I plan on getting lost for awhile.
327/365 Hair Cut?
Posted on March 28, 2012 1 Comment
It’s about this stage, when her hair starts to get a little bit longer and the general freaking madness of it starts to take over my taming attempts that I start to think about hair cuts. The Googy is violently opposed to hair cuts but can be bribed with ice cream.
Readers decide!
Food Porn: Lemon and Garlic Smashed Potatoes
Posted on March 28, 2012 1 Comment
This idea also came from this episode of Jamie Oliver’s 30 minute dinners. What can I say? If nothing else I’m efficient!
What you’ll need:
Baby potatoes (I use about a kilo, but you could use less depending on how much you need and your level of potato love)
A bulb of garlic
One lemon
Olive oil and salt
How you make it:
1) Cut baby potatoes in half (or in quarters) depending on size
2) Crush cloves of garlic (still in skin) with the side of a knife and pop in the pot with the potatoes
3) Cover with water and boil until well cooked
4) Drain and return potatoes to pot
5) Take garlic from skin – very easy as garlic is now very soft. Mash up garlic and add to the pot with the potatoes.
6) Pop the skins with a potato masher – just enough so that they give – no actual mashing!
7) Fry up with a good amount of olive oil and add salt to taste
8) Squeeze over the juice of half a lemon towards the end and you are done.
{Note: I’ve used far more garlic than Jamie here. Because I hail from the school of thought that you can never too much garlic. If you disagree feel free to do less, but because the garlic is boiled it has a really sweet and mild taste and is nothing like raw garlic}
The best thing about this recipe is I almost always have these ingredients lying around. And for me this is perfect comfort food.
326/365 The Crown
Posted on March 27, 2012 1 Comment
Riley’s absolute favourite thing until it accidentally snapped in two. It’s currently awaiting super glue surgery. Because she is the boss of the universe, it definitely suits her.
Is It Time to Start Panicking Yet?
Posted on March 27, 2012 9 Comments
{Image from here}
There are plenty of things to panic over.
Speaking in public without vomiting.
Going somewhere without my security blanket.*
Hoping that my social anxiety doesn’t kick in and I don’t look like a total tool.
Will there be enough coffee. Good coffee?
But really, those are just things that I amuse myself with to distract from what I’m really panicking about. What’s really worth panicking over.
The first time I was away from Riley she was 18 months old, and it was just one night. Piper just stood up for the first time and is babbling more. It stands to reason she might take a giant leap while I’m away. I’ve never even been away from Riley for that long. This morning when I came back from the gym, Piper’s whole face lit up like a Christmas tree. Whenever I’m having a bit of a bad day I pick her up and smell her neck. And anytime I’m feeling overwhelmed Riley says something entirely enchanting.
Yes, I’m looking forward to the break. Really looking forward to it. Unbroken sleep. Leisurely meals. Being myself to myself. Being able to switch off that bit of my brain that is always wondering ‘can I take advantage of this silence or should I run down to the toilet to check if the baby is shoving toilet rolls in there’
But still, I will miss the smell of them in the morning, their giggles and all of the myriad of quirks that only I know because they are my babies.
*Not an actual security blanket. Squishy is my security blanket.