What happened to my baby??

Today was a momentus day.  A day we have been hoping and longing for for many weeks:  M’s tooth finally fell out.

I think I mentioned here that M’s adult lower-middle tooth was growing in behind her baby tooth.   Over the past month, the tooth kept growing and M’s tooth didn’t get much wigglier, until yesterday.  This morning, the tooth was clearly on the way out.  Then, sometime this morning, M yanked it at school.  (Conveniently, the lost tooth coincided with national tooth month or something and M’s class all got new toothbrushes today.)

Can I just say how glad I am that the tooth is finally out?  Because that double row of teeth was really grossing me out!!  Though the other new adult tooth just broke through behind the baby one this week, so it is an ongoing issue.

But besides my relief that we won’t have to have the dentist yank it, I can’t get over the feeling that my baby isn’t really a baby any more.   M will turn six on Monday.  SIX!  How can she possibly be SIX???

To add insult to injury, today when I picked M up at school, she was exchanging PHONE NUMBERS with another little girl in her class.    What in the heck do KINDERGARTNERS have to talk about on the phone???

It was an out of body experience as I heard my own mother’s voice coming out of my mouth as I asked M that very question:

“M, why do you need to call Tessa on the phone?  You were with her ALL DAY!  What could you possibly have to talk about?  Didn’t you already talk to her all day at school??

And then, M responded:

“Mama, I just want to talk to her!  We are FRIENDS!  What we talk about is our own personal BEESWAX*, not yours!”

Holy crap!  Are 6 year olds the new 12?  She just lost her first milk tooth and she is already jumping directly into adolescence?

I am not ready for this.

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*M is probably trying out the “personal beeswax” phrase because she recently asked for this Junie B. Jones Journal for her birthday.

Ooops.

I was just reading about a creepy new function of Google’s called Google Latitude, so I went to make sure it was not actively following me.   I didn’t read the directions and I was poking around and accidentally managed to invite a LOT of people.

So if you get a weird email from me, please ignore it!   Seriously, I don’t need to know where you are at all times!

Edited to add: I can actually see where this function might be useful.  Maybe I can make Mr. A hook his phone to it so I will know how close he is to being home for dinner.

bad blogger

I feel like have been a really bad blogger lately.  I have had a number of post ideas, but then I lose focus and never actually finish them.  I know it is a lame post, but this post is just going to be a list of the other posts I never made.

  • Funny comment Mr. A’s mom made about his new job  –   Never posted because it gives too much away about his new job, but the jist was that his mom said “Mr. A, now that you want to work in XYZ industry, you will have to be nice to your MOTHER. “   Mr. A asked, “Mom, what are you trying to say?  You don’t think I am nice to you?”   MIL said, “Well, look at  *famous person*, he was nice to his mother and look how well he is doing!   Maybe if you were nicer, you would be more successful like he is.”   She managed not only to insult Mr. A’s niceness, but also his job success when he just got a big fancy new job.  She is truly gifted in the area of insults.
  • Mini freakout I had last week about L’s motor skills -  This amazon 3 year old in a class L is taking could completely color inside the lines, while L only does little scribbles and can’t even draw a circle.   I became afraid I haven’t paid enough attention to her motor skills and missed a delay.  Then I checked in with 3 or 4 other moms of similar age kids and decided that L is probably normal in her fine motor development.  Then today, I asked her to draw a circle and it turns out she can do it just fine.  Duh.  (And Peg, she can also draw an X!)
  • The lost crappy house – I went to the sheriff sale for the crappy house I wanted to buy, but it was withdrawn.  That must mean someone bought it as a short sale or the guy managed to refinance or something.  I was equally bummed and relieved that we don’t have to mess with moving.   After looking honestly at our finances, we probably need to stay in this house until Mr. A changes jobs in a few years.   But maybe I will change our paint colors or something.   I am bored.
  • The flipping weather – I could have written this post just about every day for the past week.  We are still sitting here with tons of snow.  Why?  We aren’t supposed to get much snow in this part of the midwest.  Make it go away!  I swear, I will throw a party the first day it hits 50 degrees outside.  I am over winter.  It can leave any time now.

So there you have it, in condensed form, all the posts that were not quite fit to print.

Argument and a Recipe

Yesterday, Mr. A and I revisited what is becoming very familiar ground: we had an argument about cleaning the house.   From what I can remember, it started a little something like this:

Me: “Since you made us get rid of the cleaning people, how many times have you cleaned the house?”

Mr. A: “I clean up the kitchen ever night after dinner!”

Me: “That is your normal job.  How often have you done any additional cleaning?”

Mr. A: “? Additional cleaning?!?  What’s that?”

Yeah, so when Mr. A campaigned to take this job (I was not enthusiastic because of the pay cut), he played the ‘I will work less’ card.   And it is looking like it is true that he works a bit less at this job.

Don’t get me wrong, I am glad he works less, but the other side of that coin is he isn’t doing any additional work around here.    At the same time, we fired the housecleaner, so I am doing a big chunk more cleaning.

The argument went around and around.  Finally, we decided that we will take turns cleaning every other week.   Since he hasn’t cleaned the house from top to bottom in the last 6 years, I nominated Mr. A to go first.

So, yesterday Mr. A cleaned.  He started at 12:30 and didn’t get done until 8:30.  Seriously, it took him 8 hours to clean the house.  He did a good job, but it isn’t EIGHT HOURS clean.

After it was over, Mr. A tried to re-negotiate our deal.  He kept saying, “Maybe I should just always be responsible for the bathrooms.  I am good at cleaning them!  I am not so good at the rest of the cleaning!”

I really think he was trying to play the incompetence card so I would free him from cleaning the rest of the house.  I am an old hand at feigning incompence to get out of work, so I recognized that ploy right away.   I pointed out that house cleaning is generally considered unskilled labor.  He made it through Stan*ford law school, so I think if he puts his mind to it, he can LEARN to be more efficient and learn to do all the housecleaning tasks better and more efficiently.

After he cleaned, we had a debriefing and Mr. A acknowledged that the job of cleaning the house sucks, he didn’t realize how much it sucks and how much work it involved, and in the future he will chip in more.

I asked him if he understood now, why I was so annoyed with him and what the real problem was.  (I was looking for his lack of assistance as the answer.)

His response:

“Yeah, I don’t make enough money right now.   If I made more money, we would be able to pay people to do this work and we wouldn’t have to argue about it.   We could also buy a new house so you would have a project to work on, instead of working on improving ME!”

Huh.  I suspect, he might be correct.  While money isn’t the source of our marital happiness, it certainly did grease the wheels a little.

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On a totally unrelated note and after much delay, here is the recipe a few people wanted:

Mr. A’s Famous Noodles:

This recipe was originally from Mr. A’s sister, but I think he changed it a little.   I have my own adjustments that I will add my own notes to the recipe too.   Also, sorry, we don’t have exact measurements, so you will just have to try  to taste as you go.

Ingredients:

Fresh Chinese Wheat noodles (*not dried*, found in the refrigerator section of the chinese grocery.)

Ginger (we used the jarred crushed kind to save time)

Garlic (Sometimes we also used jarred diced garlic)

Sesame Oil

1 lb ground pork (can be lean ground pork)

4 scallions diced

half a bunch of cilantro, chopped

Oyster sauce

Black soy sauce (regular will work if you don’t want to buy black)
Instructions:

Boil the noodles per the package instructions.

Put a dollop of sesame oil in the wok/pan.  Don’t heat it too hot because it will scorch.  Saute about 1- 1.5 tablespoons  of garlic and ginger in it.  (My note: You aren’t supposed to cook sesame oil like that.  I would use regular cooking oil for sauteing and then add the sesame at the end to taste.  Mr. A does it this way though.)

Add in about 1/2 the scallions.

Mix in the ground pork and cook.

In a coffee mug, mix 3 parts oyster sauce to 1 part soy sauce.   Exactly how much will depend on how big your noodle packet is.  We use enough to fill about 3/4 of a mug.  We like it saucy.

Add the cooked noodles to the pork mixture.   Start mixing in the sauce until you get as much sauce as you like.    Then throw in the rest of the scallions and the chopped cilantro.

Serve and enjoy.  This makes a BIG portion.