Compared to my post about Christmas, which was celebrated on the 23rd and not posted till the 31st, my January 2nd new year's post is downright timely. Not that there's a whole lot to say about it; we spend New Year's Eve at home with Eden, who went to sleep around 9pm, while we stayed up watching Lost on DVD. Like with The Office, we're pretty much the last people on earth to discover both shows and now we're just as obsessed as everybody else, except we're about two years behind. Nothing wrong with that!
We also made homemade spaghetti and meatballs, which always tastes so deliciously decadent as to be well worth the small investment of time that it requires to make it. Since our discovery of BPA in a can, and having used up most of our frozen tomatoes, we've switched over to fresh tomatoes in all of our recipes that call for canned. It's a little more expensive, and it can't be called seasonal, but to us, it's worth it. In this instance, it worked quite well.
Besides marking our last New Year's in Reston, 2010 is going to be a big year for us. It appears to be the year we'll move back to the midwest, meaning the end of our current jobs and housing and the seeking out of new. Eden's first birthday, the beginning of my midwifery clinicals, and who knows what else will be other highlights. It was supposed to be the year I finished midwifery school, but it now appears that I'll do that in 2011 instead. Which is just fine with me. In all other ways, we're coming so much closer to accomplishing our dreams than I'd ever hoped we could, that a delay of a few months really doesn't matter at all.
Meanwhile, we're happy right now just to be exactly where we're at. Eden is growing and developing by leaps and bounds every day. Last night, while I was nursing her to sleep (or trying to), she somehow wrangled herself into a position perpendicular to me, worked her legs underneath her, and straightened them, so that she was standing up, bent at a 90-degree angle, still latched on. She's a lightning-fast army crawler and is already imitating sounds we make, making us feel like walking and talking will be here before we know it. Today at CVS, we reached two milestones: we bought her first toothbrush (a tiny yellow Sesame Street number--how impossible is it to buy a child's item that doesn't have some kind of marketing on it?!), and I also sat her in the front of the cart. Having only ever held or worn her in a store, it was amazing to look down and see this tiny, distinct person sitting in a little seat, little legs poked out through the holes, and of course trying to grab and mouth everything that went past her.
Today we also ordered some books, making use of generous gift cards and other funds given to us for Christmas (thanks, everybody!). For Matt: The Self-Sufficient Life and How to Live it. For me? A few too many breastfeeding books, so seductive because (like pregnancy and birth books) I can justify them as part of my "professional library." Including:
Child of Mine: Feeding with Love and Good Sense
The Food of Love: The Easier Way to Breastfeed Your Baby
Ina May's Guide to Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding Made Simple: Seven Natural Laws for Nursing Mothers
And, for Eden: What Baby Needs. While it's about the anticipation of a younger sibling, and we don't need that quite yet, we know someday we will and it seems like many of the more naturally-minded or breastfeeding/homebirth-friendly children's books (I am Made of Mama's Milk or Welcome With Love) go out of print quickly and then are quite expensive used. This one was under $5 shipped, and so I figured it was a bargain. Something I didn't get, but totally loved: these nursing animals (pig, cat, and dog) which have babies who "nurse" by magnetically attaching to their mother (which I'm sure is how all nursing mothers have felt at some point). Awesome! I remember how much I loved Puppy Surprise as a kid, and this is even a bit more biologically sound than dogs whelping via a Velcro abdominal pouch. (And who knew, anyway, that there were so many Surprise iterations that followed?)
So anyway. We're happily anticipating what comes next, enjoying where we're at, and already watching our baby girl grow up. And learning that, unlike the proverbial pot, she'll continue to grow and change incredibly quickly no matter how closely we're watching.
We also made homemade spaghetti and meatballs, which always tastes so deliciously decadent as to be well worth the small investment of time that it requires to make it. Since our discovery of BPA in a can, and having used up most of our frozen tomatoes, we've switched over to fresh tomatoes in all of our recipes that call for canned. It's a little more expensive, and it can't be called seasonal, but to us, it's worth it. In this instance, it worked quite well.
Besides marking our last New Year's in Reston, 2010 is going to be a big year for us. It appears to be the year we'll move back to the midwest, meaning the end of our current jobs and housing and the seeking out of new. Eden's first birthday, the beginning of my midwifery clinicals, and who knows what else will be other highlights. It was supposed to be the year I finished midwifery school, but it now appears that I'll do that in 2011 instead. Which is just fine with me. In all other ways, we're coming so much closer to accomplishing our dreams than I'd ever hoped we could, that a delay of a few months really doesn't matter at all.
Meanwhile, we're happy right now just to be exactly where we're at. Eden is growing and developing by leaps and bounds every day. Last night, while I was nursing her to sleep (or trying to), she somehow wrangled herself into a position perpendicular to me, worked her legs underneath her, and straightened them, so that she was standing up, bent at a 90-degree angle, still latched on. She's a lightning-fast army crawler and is already imitating sounds we make, making us feel like walking and talking will be here before we know it. Today at CVS, we reached two milestones: we bought her first toothbrush (a tiny yellow Sesame Street number--how impossible is it to buy a child's item that doesn't have some kind of marketing on it?!), and I also sat her in the front of the cart. Having only ever held or worn her in a store, it was amazing to look down and see this tiny, distinct person sitting in a little seat, little legs poked out through the holes, and of course trying to grab and mouth everything that went past her.
Today we also ordered some books, making use of generous gift cards and other funds given to us for Christmas (thanks, everybody!). For Matt: The Self-Sufficient Life and How to Live it. For me? A few too many breastfeeding books, so seductive because (like pregnancy and birth books) I can justify them as part of my "professional library." Including:
Child of Mine: Feeding with Love and Good Sense
The Food of Love: The Easier Way to Breastfeed Your Baby
Ina May's Guide to Breastfeeding
Breastfeeding Made Simple: Seven Natural Laws for Nursing Mothers
And, for Eden: What Baby Needs. While it's about the anticipation of a younger sibling, and we don't need that quite yet, we know someday we will and it seems like many of the more naturally-minded or breastfeeding/homebirth-friendly children's books (I am Made of Mama's Milk or Welcome With Love) go out of print quickly and then are quite expensive used. This one was under $5 shipped, and so I figured it was a bargain. Something I didn't get, but totally loved: these nursing animals (pig, cat, and dog) which have babies who "nurse" by magnetically attaching to their mother (which I'm sure is how all nursing mothers have felt at some point). Awesome! I remember how much I loved Puppy Surprise as a kid, and this is even a bit more biologically sound than dogs whelping via a Velcro abdominal pouch. (And who knew, anyway, that there were so many Surprise iterations that followed?)
So anyway. We're happily anticipating what comes next, enjoying where we're at, and already watching our baby girl grow up. And learning that, unlike the proverbial pot, she'll continue to grow and change incredibly quickly no matter how closely we're watching.
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