Archive for February, 2009

Top Chef Finale Tonight!

I’m excited. 1), because it means that there will be one less show on our ‘to-watch’ list, and 2) I can’t wait to see who wins.

I’m a little annoyed that crazy flaky Carla is in the finals. We are just shaking our heads and asking, “How did that happen? I think she was close to getting eliminated quite often in the earlier part of the show, and then she squeaked by on a few challenges by baking. It’s really hard to armchair-judge Top Chef, since it’s not like you can taste the food. You have to go by what it looks like and what you’d imagine the flavors would be like, and of course, the judges’ expressions and exclamations. I think she had a little bit of a home field advantage for the first part of the finals. I’m not saying that Fabio shouldn’t have bothered to do a bit more homework on New Orleans/Creole style cooking, but she didn’t have do go out of her way to learn the cuisine like the other three did, although I think the Europeans probably had the least exposure to it.

I just don’t consider Carla to be the same caliber of chef as the other two. J thinks she gets by on simplicity and stunning the judges (a là the peas inEpisode 12, The Last Supper. (What was up w/ the weird glowy camera effect on the diners btw?) with her bravado at serving ‘just peas’, and I definitely think there are some contestants who overthink and put too many ideas to work in the same dish, but I’m not sure that she had anything clever in there to edit out.

So, that covers Carla. More complicated: Hosea and Stefan. I’m rooting for Hosea because frankly, Stefan’s attitude is obnoxious. However, he mostly seems to have the cooking chops to back up his arrogance. I’d like to see him go down for it. In the back of my mind though, I suppose I think Stefan is the better chef because he has produced a lot of top notch meals on the show and he’s fairly consistent. I definitely do think that Hosea belongs in the finale; and I really like his easy-going manner. Plus, I think that he be better at running a restaurant than Stefan would. If I had a choice to go to only one of their restaurants, I’d choose Hosea’s, because I think he’d be more likely to cook the type of food that I’d really like. But Top Chef is judged only on the food that they make the night of the challenge, so that really can’t be taken into account.

I guess I’m torn. I’d like Hosea to win, and I think he can pull it off, but I think Stefan plays the ‘Top Chef’ game better.

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Weaned!

Pwned! Errr, I mean, weaned! Well, V is officially done breastfeeding. We kind of hung out past a year, and gave up the pre-nap BF/chill out time in favor of driving around the neighborhood for naptime, but kept the pre-bedtime BF session for a while.

We did have a rough few nights where we broke the falling-asleep-while-nursing habit. One night we even ended up bringing her back downstairs for a while, which is generally sort of against the rules here because we don’t want her getting the idea that if she fusses long enough, she’ll get to come back down and play. I was okay with her nursing as long as she wanted, but we really needed to get past her needing to be in the nursing position to fall asleep at bedtime. We ended up transitioning to standing and walking/rocking until she was asleep or nearly asleep. Around then, she started asking to be put in her crib before she fell asleep, which was a development received with great relief by my sciatic nerve.

Officially, the last night of boobie-time was January 23rd, the night before my monthly neighborhood Bunco game. It just worked out that I went to Bunco on Friday night and J put her to bed, then Saturday I was working out while she got tired and J put her to bed again, and then she fell asleep in the car on the way home from Grandy and Pop’s on Sunday. So, that was three nights in a row that V got to sleep without the boob, so we decided to run with it. J was in charge of bedtime for the following two weeks so that she wouldn’t associate me coming in the room with ‘oh, it’s time to nurse’.

Some people have asked me if I was sad to be finished. Mostly, I’m relieved that weaning turned out to be such a non-event. I didn’t get any side effects (clogged ducts or such), and she seems to have forgotten all about it now. I suppose that I miss, a little bit, the snuggly time in the chair, but I’m hopeful that since she’s paying more attention to books instead of racing through them, we’ll have some reading time in our chair instead of nursing.

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Too Much TV

Ahhh…!

So. We got HBO back in time for season 3 of Big Love, and by chance, we got it in time for an encore of the first season of True Blood, which we had wanted to see, but since it was a new show and we didn’t want to get HBO for it, we figured we’d miss out, and perhaps catch up later via Netflix or Amazon Unbox.

The catch? True Blood was replaying the 12 episode season every weeknight for two and a half weeks! Yipe. That’s a lot of TV for us.

Usually, we aren’t very much into ‘TV’. We have a Tivo (we were seriously early adopters); well, 2 Tivo’s actually. Because of that, we don’t ever channel-surf, and because we forward through commercials, we often miss advertisements for new shows.

Somehow, though, all of ou Ahhh…!

So. We got HBO back in time for season 3 of Big Love, and by chance, we got it in time for an encore of the first season of True Blood, which we had wanted to see, but since it was a new show and we didn’t want to get HBO for it, we figured we’d miss out, and perhaps see it later via Netflix or Amazon Unbox.

The catch? True Blood was replaying the 12 episode season every weeknight for two and a half weeks! Yipe. That’s a lot of TV for us.

Usually, we don’t watch a lot of TV. We have a Tivo (we were seriously early adopters); well, actually we have two Tivo’s. Because of that, we don’t ever channel-surf, and because we fast-forward through commercials, we often miss advertisements for new shows.

Somehow, though, all of our regular ‘shows’ started coming back on: Lost, Heroes (though if it doesn’t get better soon, I’m not watching any more), etc. We were so excited for Top Chef to start; now I’m just excited for it to be over so it’s not on my ‘to-watch’ list any longer. The Tivo keeps getting fuller, and we must keep up!

TV shouldn’t stress you out.

For one brief moment on Monday night, around 10:55; we were all caught up. Tivo started recording Big Love at 11:00.

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Project Precon

So, I managed to survive V’s babyhood and have apparently suffered amnesia, because J and I have decided to have another child. This wasn’t decided lightly, I am basically going to grit my teeth and try to survive with my sanity intact while I’m pregnant and then for the first 6 or so months the new little one is around.

In my more optimistic moments, I think that maybe this new baby won’t be so very bad at being an infant, like V was. After all, some babies are content babies. I’ve seen babies sleep through a 3-hour party with screaming toddlers. Not V. V pretty much cried, ate, and slept almost every hour until she was four months old. I think I held her 10-12 hours a day, often falling asleep on the couch while feeding her or letting her sleep on my lap. Maybe baby #2 will actually sleep in crib, or the bouncy seat, or in a box, or with a fox, or in a house, or with a mouse, or somewhere, anywhere(!) other than on my person. Otherwise, I am not sure how I am going to manage a screaming infant and a demanding 2.5-year-old.

This post from Dooce really struck a chord with me. That feeling of absolute panic at the first whimper, knowing that it either meant listening to crying and screaming, or being trapped on the couch under a very small body for a very long time…yeah, I remember that. The groan of ‘oh, no…’ when you’ve just fallen asleep and the baby starts crying, again.

I hope that ‘Precon’, as the not-yet-conceived-baby-#2 has been dubbed, will sleep, and will be content in other arms besides mine. I hope V is good at being a big sister; we hope that she will be nearly three when Precon comes along. But also, I look forward to watching V have a little sister or brother, and having a new little person in our house. I live, live! for 18 months. It’s a pretty great time. V just started talking and being able to really talk with her is great. Plus, there’s way less crying at 18 months than during babyhood. If I could give birth to an 18-month-old, I would.

Some things I know that I will do differently: there will be more pumping, and more bottles given in the middle of the night; the monitor will not be right on my night-table, the dresser is plenty close enough; I will probably measure the time the baby cries in minutes and not seconds; I will remember to pee before I go in and pick up the baby; I will give in sooner and drive the baby around to get him/her to sleep if that’s what it takes.

But, we know we want him or her to be part of our family. This baby will be different from V, with a different personality, and we will get through the baby phase and then get to know the little person who has joined us. Who knows, maybe the baby phase will even be pleasant!

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