Fortunately, I am no longer eating frozen shit at midnight. For a while when we were taking overnight shifts watching Addie, I was.
I’d wander downstairs bleary-eyed and heat something up. If I couldn’t heat it up in a microwave I wouldn’t buy it.
Heck, I just turned on my oven for the first time last week. I made a Brewpub pizza after she went to bed and it was delightful. I almost forgot what molten hot cheese felt and tasted like.
I’m still not cooking much, but I’m cooking a little. On Sundays, we’ll tag team watching Addie and grill a bunch of stuff.
Otherwise it’s delivery, takeout, bags of those hardboiled eggs for survival, and, well. . .frozen stuff.
I’ll write about food again soon – for now, I want to share some tips and tricks that made life navigating our daughter’s pavlik harness easier.
Like I wrote in my last post, all babies born breech are screened for hip displasia. Regardless, you may notice the doctors bicycle kick your baby’s hips around – they are checking for “clicks” which indicates problems with the hip sockets.
If they hear a click (or if your baby is born breech) they will refer you to get a hip ultrasound between 4-6 weeks. Then, a pediatric orthopedist will interpret the ultrasound for you and make treatment recommendations, if necessary.
If your doctor is like ours, they will not give you any warning if they deem a pavlik harness necessary. They will simply send your baby home in one, leaving you to figure out the rest on your own.
It might sound trite, but it’s true;
That quote from Ellen Cantarow about how having a child is “to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.”
The amount of love you feel for your child feels scary and bigger than you could possibly imagine.
Addie, the upside down baby came into the world via C-section with her eyes wide open. As they handed her to me, we stared at each other curiously, as if to say “I was wondering who you were.”
I haven’t wanted to eat chicken strips since I got pregnant.
This week, chicken strips sounded good again. After our tax appointment, we stopped by nearby Nashville Co-op’s newish brick-and-morter location that opened mid-September. Previously, I had seen one of their food trucks parked at Thomas Liquors on Fridays. The neighborhood air smelled fried and delightful like the State Fair. There were always a lot of people placing orders.
Reading this Minnesota Monthly profile of Nashville Co-op, I learned the owners Arif and Kamal Mohamed had operated the Alimama’s Sambusas, a food truck I visited back when we worked downtown.
The menu is extremely concise– strips or a sandwich? Texas toast and/or fries. And finally, how hot do you want it, on a scale from 1-4? We chose the third – Growlin’, for I heard the Cluckin’ Hot was actually Cluckin Hot. You know when you order “extra hot” in the upper Midwest.
Sometimes you eat things for nostalgia’s sake even though they’re not very good. But, sometimes they’re as good as you remember.
This tweet caught my eye this week:
It’s true. Or. . . did our Subway sandwiches actually choose us?
I’ve always alternated between the Veggie Delite and Spicy Italian. Jake’s favorite is still the Spicy Italian. This felt like a very fancy sandwich back then.