Archive for June, 2010

Unborn Cookies

A friend of mine in California recently confessed that she is starting to feel “Baby Hungry”, in part because she has seen the transformation parenthood has made for me and Zach.

So we baked her these cookies to hopefully satiate her “appetite”.

This was the perfect excuse for me to go buy a new rolling pin.

For…mother-son time!

And a new rolling pin just MUST be tested on pie dough as well! Voila, quiche!

For your very own cookie cutter, click here.

Going into Town

On Wednesday I made a few phone calls, found a (relatively) local source for raw milk, and outfitted the cooler for a 45 mile round trip drive. The Boogedy and I drove into Panama City (braving a frog-strangler of a rainstorm) to the produce stand for 3 gallons of fresh milk, then to the other side of town to hit a few Asian markets I found online. We came back with fresh black-eyed peas, sweet basil, frozen lemongrass, juicy young coconuts, cellophane wrapped philipino cakes (polvorones), pink skinned lychees, black sticky rice, and a bunch of other Thai and Vietnamese products that looked good. It was so good to finally have the products I took for granted in SLC!

Some random photos. Here’s a gecko outside our kitchen window.

We had a HUGE thunderstorm. We have a great front porch for storms. The back porch is screened, but our roommates have claimed that as a smoking porch, so I avoid it. The Boogedy enjoyed the downpour:

And kept putting his body parts into the drip line:

I got myself some new glasses, as allergies are making contact lenses miserable:

with magnetic shades!

Here are the patrol boats looking for oil off the coast of Walton County:

Me in my anti-sunburn riding outfit with bike shorts underneath. Compare to the riding outfit of 6 months ago.

and a photo of the (suddenly camera-shy) boy I pulled 12 miles today to go to work:

A gift from Alexis

Look what arrived for us yesterday! Well, I say us, but I know who Alexis had in mind when she picked this out…

Alexis knows my weakness for cooking gadgets! This is adorable, and it goes really well with the Matryoska dolly that my friend Sonya gave the Boogedy for Christmas!

When Zach and I first moved in together in San Francisco (near Japantown), Alexis was our sweet, smart, funny upstairs neighbor who befriended me and Zach, and claimed to love Zach’s guitar solos that snuck into her apartment by wafting up the light shaft and floating through her open windows. He even wrote a song to encourage her to try online dating titled “Meet me at Hot or Not.”

That was nearly 5 years ago, but we’ve kept in touch with Alexis and we always visit her when in SF, and we all admire her classy personality, fashion, and swank apartment with the best view of SF anyone could ask for. She has a cool, witty husband, too, who I still think of as her “new boyfriend”.

Now, it’s her turn to come visit us so that I can use these measuring cups to make her some green curry with jasmine rice!

Alexis found this cool present at Dream in Plastic.

Staying Entertained

Two things we’ve done lately:

Bowling with bumpers and a ramp:

The Boogedy believes that the best and most magical part is when the ball comes back!

Making our own beanbags:

Little fingers helped fill the bags with weevily chana dal:

Finished products (2 of polkadot/cupcake, 2 of lime checks/stripes, and 2 oranges/sunset plaid)

Playing toss, and trying hard to understand why we have to stand way over here on this paper and can’t just drop them in from above:

some snapshots

Sunset at Rosemary Beach:

My porch, after a late-day rainstorm:

The entrance to my neighborhood, after a storm:

Zach, checking ye olde facebook:

The cat rarely comes indoors these days, and has found a new bed:

Mosca runs around in the morning:

and in the evening:

and even Cinza comes for midnight walks to the beach:

Little boy shares his new bed with Mosca:

and throws an EPIC tantrum and falls asleep outside the door:

We shaved Mosca yesterday with newly oiled clippers, on the closest setting, because of the intense southern heat. While we were sitting on the moonlit beach last night, he huddled up next to me seeking comfort from the distant thunder. I stroked his head and my hand came back smelling like motor oil. My heart sunk; it appeared he’d swum through a tar patch, but I couldn’t see a thing. This time, though, it was just machine oil from the clippers.

Not photographed: scrubbing all the floors on my hands and knees, the mounds of laundry produced by a family who always has sand and salt in their clothes and sheets, homemade bread (for once made by me and not by Zach) and father’s day lemon cake, the empty bottles of sunscreen already used up, the stack of cookbooks and sci-fi checked out from a library 9 miles away, all the little prints and quilts and knickknacks finally displayed to make this cottage feel like home, the pain and triumph of waxing my own legs, the ubiquitous damp swimsuits hung on the shower rod, and my sobbing frustration at becoming the stay at home parent, and not feeling so very good at it.

Maximizing our Beach Time

Today was Zach’s day off, so we went to the beach…the same place he works all the other days.

8am-Sunnyside Beach, 5 mins walk from our house

9am-Rosemary Beach, where Zach works

9:30am-The gulf was glassy today, perfect conditions for me to learn how to do this:

10am-The Boogedy says “My feet are Dancin’!”

Then we spent the afternoon resting up for an evening stroll

Questionable Color Scheme

This is the linoleum in my dining room:

This is why Floridians think these colors go together:


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