Thursday, August 19, 2010

First, and hopefully WORST, Haircut

Oh, my poor child. Today, Pat could not resist acting upon yet another one of his brilliant hairstyling ideas. I'm usually fine with these when they involve his own hair. But experimenting with the downy hair of a three-month old (even when it grows in an "old man-pattern") is a less fine thing...

At least he's not old enough to care... and at least he still looks the same from the front... :(

Someday I will look back on this and laugh. But probably not as much as Pat, who cackles like a thirteen-year old every time he sees it.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

A Laugh!

Yep, Berret laughed for the first time today! He laughed and I cried. It's pathetic what his happiness does to me. I didn't even see his face! Pat was playing with him on the couch (doing some sort of Tarzan imitation in calling himself "Dada" over and over) and he just started chortling. We aren't such bad parents that our baby can't bring himself to laugh! YES!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

More Dinner...

So Carly has been visiting for the past two days. Yay! We have had a lot of fun driving to medical research facilities at 5 in the morning to get some wisdom teeth removed on standby only to be turned away at 7, playing with Berret, and cooking. Tonight, we made ribs and a pepperonata. Yum. I have been bummed the whole summer because of our BBQ-bereftness... but my bummedness has been soothed by this awesome ribs-in-the-oven technique via the best food blog ever.

yummy food and one of the best sisters ever! who is that teenage boy in the green shirt?!

Berret is ever more adorable. I really need to post some recent pictures and videos. He is starting to sleep a lot more, is teething (front center incisors), and is increasingly alert and smily. He loves Aunt Carly! But, heck, we all do. :) He seems to be very independent, and loves to stand more than anything! He also has started to notice his feet and I watched him sitting on the couch today staring at his toes, flexing and curling. I can't even imagine what plans that little rascal is dreaming up, now that he knows the power of all of his little piggies.

Friday, August 6, 2010


In honor of our upcoming move to the south, I made something quintessentially southern today: fried chicken. I am not a huge fan of chicken han solo (a culinary term I just coined for "alone." read it, use it, embrace it.)--chicken battered and fried is no exception. And, as much as I wish I could say today's cooking changed these feelings, I remain unimpressed with chicken-only entrees. But, it was really fun to do some deep frying, and I did appreciate the tip I read somewhere to soak the meat in milk and vinegar overnight... that made a moist meat!

In the end, I'll keep eating drumsticks, but the Nestle variety. ;)

What was so much more scrumptious was this lovely apple tart, compliments of Ina (here). It was amaaaaaaazing and oh, so simple. YUM.

The wax paper came in very handy when rolling out the dough...

but I probably (definitely) should have taken it off the bottom before baking. Luckily I was able to pull it off, but only after much finagling and cursing. One corner did not survive the wax-paper peeler's hunger!

NOTE: Just stick with parchment paper, people. Wax is so 1950's.