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(Not that I was ever a party gal or anything.)
Well, this is what a weekend update looks like now:
Friday night we stayed in. I think we watched a movie but I can't remember what :) We ate a vegetarian version of groundnut stew with the cabbage and the sweet potatoes from the box. There are lots left over. I think next time I am going to try Tanya Holland's version, with chicken. But I didn't feel like meat on Friday. (This will be a recurring theme, you'll see.)
Saturday, Steven and I took the kids out while G. stayed at home -- he's still hobbled by a pulled hamstring. We attended the Our Family Coalition Halloween potluck at the Center. Which would have been a lot more fun if we'd had three adults and/or taken in the stroller, although the room was crowded enough that maneuvering it would have been a bit of a challenge too.
But we managed. The ladies ate a lot of tortilla chips with seven-layer dip, and they danced around to the music, and April became very, very excited by the giant orange balloons that were being tossed around. We stayed long enough to watch (but not participate in) the kids' costume parade: there were many princesses (including one boy princess), many Poohs, many superheroes, and one marine biologist. She got the biggest hand of the night.
I made banana bread for the potluck portion. It was so good, and so easy! And now that we have milk in the house regularly I can make it all the time. (Once I made it with sour cream instead. Oh, yum.) I used the recipe from Doomed Rabbit, a long out of print charity cookbook by and for the leather community that I bought many years ago from someone on my friend's list. I love that cookbook in ways I cannot describe, even though this is the only recipe I use regularly from it. (Though don't miss the one for turkey, either.)
And yes, I dressed the ladies up in their costumes. Pictures forthcoming.
Cutest parent-and-child costume: Kid with sushi bib and a foam tamago tied to his back; one father dressed all in black with a Kikkoman shirt; the other father dressed in white with a board down his back -- chopsticks!
Most elaborately fabulous parent-and-child costume: Kid as an Egyptian princess, all in gold and aqua blue; one parent as a pharoah, the other as a mummy.
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wild_irises' house for an evening hanging out with her houseguests, whom we know from WisCon. I spent a lot of time biting grapes in half and feeding them to April.
That costume set must have subliminally inspired me, because just before closing time I had a craving for Japanese takeout.
Sunday, we had a lovely morning visit fromaquenigmatic, and then we took the ladies to a six-month 'birthday' party in the city. This time, we brought the stroller and parked it in the back room. Eventually the babies wanted to come out and show off their crawling/walking/climbing skills, so we carefully supervised their excursions into the rest of the house, fed them yet more chips (pita this time), and generally entertained the guests. I had tons of fun at this party, I can't tell you. We talked doulas and birth plans and Barbies and babies and everything. Happy sigh.
Someone was impressed by my strength, in that I can turn April upside-down and hold her by the thighs while she giggles and beams her high-watt smile at folks from around my knees. I told her my theory about how twins are the best graduated workout around, because just as you get strong enough to handle them easily, they get bigger...
Afterwards, I made an emergency cheese run to Rainbow, which also had dried tart cherries, hooray!
For dinner we hit up the taco truck on the other side of Lake Merritt. I had a vegetarian burrito, because I didn't feel like meat that evening. I got Steven a torta because he'd never had one before and it's the kind of thing I thought he might like. I seem to have guessed OK.
Wow, were those burritos massive! Like, forearm-sized, at least. Not an exaggeration.
And then we watched our usual Sunday evening TV, minus the Simpsons and plus baseball instead.
What I didn't do this weekend but probably should've: grocery shopping and other sundry errands.
P.S. While I was typing this entry, the arm of my office chair broke. Foo.
Well, this is what a weekend update looks like now:
Friday night we stayed in. I think we watched a movie but I can't remember what :) We ate a vegetarian version of groundnut stew with the cabbage and the sweet potatoes from the box. There are lots left over. I think next time I am going to try Tanya Holland's version, with chicken. But I didn't feel like meat on Friday. (This will be a recurring theme, you'll see.)
Saturday, Steven and I took the kids out while G. stayed at home -- he's still hobbled by a pulled hamstring. We attended the Our Family Coalition Halloween potluck at the Center. Which would have been a lot more fun if we'd had three adults and/or taken in the stroller, although the room was crowded enough that maneuvering it would have been a bit of a challenge too.
But we managed. The ladies ate a lot of tortilla chips with seven-layer dip, and they danced around to the music, and April became very, very excited by the giant orange balloons that were being tossed around. We stayed long enough to watch (but not participate in) the kids' costume parade: there were many princesses (including one boy princess), many Poohs, many superheroes, and one marine biologist. She got the biggest hand of the night.
I made banana bread for the potluck portion. It was so good, and so easy! And now that we have milk in the house regularly I can make it all the time. (Once I made it with sour cream instead. Oh, yum.) I used the recipe from Doomed Rabbit, a long out of print charity cookbook by and for the leather community that I bought many years ago from someone on my friend's list. I love that cookbook in ways I cannot describe, even though this is the only recipe I use regularly from it. (Though don't miss the one for turkey, either.)
And yes, I dressed the ladies up in their costumes. Pictures forthcoming.
Cutest parent-and-child costume: Kid with sushi bib and a foam tamago tied to his back; one father dressed all in black with a Kikkoman shirt; the other father dressed in white with a board down his back -- chopsticks!
Most elaborately fabulous parent-and-child costume: Kid as an Egyptian princess, all in gold and aqua blue; one parent as a pharoah, the other as a mummy.
Then we went to
wild_irises' house for an evening hanging out with her houseguests, whom we know from WisCon. I spent a lot of time biting grapes in half and feeding them to April. That costume set must have subliminally inspired me, because just before closing time I had a craving for Japanese takeout.
Sunday, we had a lovely morning visit from
aquenigmatic, and then we took the ladies to a six-month 'birthday' party in the city. This time, we brought the stroller and parked it in the back room. Eventually the babies wanted to come out and show off their crawling/walking/climbing skills, so we carefully supervised their excursions into the rest of the house, fed them yet more chips (pita this time), and generally entertained the guests. I had tons of fun at this party, I can't tell you. We talked doulas and birth plans and Barbies and babies and everything. Happy sigh.Someone was impressed by my strength, in that I can turn April upside-down and hold her by the thighs while she giggles and beams her high-watt smile at folks from around my knees. I told her my theory about how twins are the best graduated workout around, because just as you get strong enough to handle them easily, they get bigger...
Afterwards, I made an emergency cheese run to Rainbow, which also had dried tart cherries, hooray!
For dinner we hit up the taco truck on the other side of Lake Merritt. I had a vegetarian burrito, because I didn't feel like meat that evening. I got Steven a torta because he'd never had one before and it's the kind of thing I thought he might like. I seem to have guessed OK.
Wow, were those burritos massive! Like, forearm-sized, at least. Not an exaggeration.
And then we watched our usual Sunday evening TV, minus the Simpsons and plus baseball instead.
What I didn't do this weekend but probably should've: grocery shopping and other sundry errands.
P.S. While I was typing this entry, the arm of my office chair broke. Foo.
