It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (October 19, 2015)

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Here we go again – a new week.  Last week was a bit quiet on the reading front.  Not the quietest I’ve ever had, but I certainly didn’t read as much as I’d have liked to.  Steve was sick with a kid-borne illness and was out of commission for most of the week, which meant I was running around even more than I usually do – handling all of the daycare transportation (instead of just pickups) plus running up to feed Nugget during the days, and taking on extra work at home, too, because Steve was contagious and unable to touch clean dishes or laundry.  It was exhausting, and I was ready to crash over the weekend.  But – instead of crashing – I spent the weekend continuing to go-go-go at ninety miles per hour.  On Saturday we started knocking out some house projects we need to finish ASAP: I primed the foyer and Steve worked on sanding the playroom to get it ready for primer and paint.  Then we all dressed up and headed out as a family to the wedding of one of Steve’s and my dearest college friends, Betsy.  Betsy was my little sis (sorority, not biology, as we used to say) and we have been friends since before she even started Cornell (I was her host on her admitted student visit, and I flatter myself that I convinced her to choose Cornell over Brandeis).  She was a glowing, radiant, happy bride and we loved sharing her special day.  Sunday was spent recovering from wedding festivities and then getting more house stuff done – Steve primed the playroom and I did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, went grocery shopping, made baby food, and prepped cut veggies for the week.  Whew!  I’m exhausted just typing all of that.  So I didn’t get much reading done, as you can see – which feels strange in a weekend in which it seems like the rest of the reading internet was readathoning it up.  I was a little jealous of those who were participating in Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon this weekend, but it felt good to check things off the to-do list and make some progress toward a couple of life goals we are working towards.

That said, I did get some reading done over the course of the week.  The highlight, of course, was the second trade paperback of Lumberjanes, which came out on my birthday and wrapped up the first story arc.  I read it over several nights and what fun it was.  (“Who wants ice cream for dinner?  I’m a cool dad!”)  I also finished Big Magic, Elizabeth Gilbert’s new nonfiction book about “creative living beyond fear.”  It wasn’t bad, but also didn’t blow me away – more on that when I wrap up my monthly reading.  And this weekend, while presiding over a lap nap (love) I read Princess Decomposia and Count Spatula for Readers Imbibing Peril X, and then finally started Between the World and Me, which has patiently waited atop my library stack while I read seven-day books.  I’ll finish that up – because I just couldn’t wait any longer to dig in – and then, hopefully, finally get through Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Days, the new Salman Rushdie novel that I keep checking out from and returning to the library.  It looks SO good, and I need to sit down and give it some attention.

On the blog this week: a better-late-than-never final roundup of my summer list on Wednesday, and then another installment in the vacation recaps on Friday.  Given that we had snow flurries yesterday and today (are you KIDDING me) I think some summer memories will be just what the doctor ordered.

How was your week?  What are you reading?

OBX Trip 2015: Ocracoke Evening

Another one of our can’t-miss Outer Banks traditions is a trip on the ferry over to Ocracoke Island, which neighbors Hatteras.  Again – and I know I’m a broken record on this topic – I have so many fun memories from our jaunts over to Ocracoke.  Like the year our family friends’ son talked like Goat Boy the entire trip. You had to be there.

Anyway, it’s not an OBX vacation without an evening on Ocracoke!  Off we went.

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The rest of the family pulled out of the driveway while we were still tossing sunscreen in our diaper bag, and as a result they got on a ferry that left fifteen minutes earlier.  It was bad luck.  I was really sad that they missed Peanut’s first ferry ride (and Nugget’s first boat ride of any kind!).  But at least we got a money spot on the boat.

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Peanut thought the ferry was pretty awesome.

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Nugget was unimpressed.  Look at those cheeks!  (And that pout!  He’s going to be trouble in fifteen years.)

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We looped around and around the ferry, staying in the shade as much as possible – but we did spend some time gazing out at the wake off the stern, and at the water and shoreline.

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I love the ferry.  It was so much fun to ride with my little ones.

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Ferry family!

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Eventually, after my arms got tired of lugging Nugget around, I wised up and put him in the Ergo.  (I have the Ergo down to a science now, and I love it.  Peanut never took to it, but Nugget really likes being worn.  Especially now that he’s grown out of the infant insert – it’s so much more comfortable for both of us.)

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After about an hour of ferry fun, we pulled up to the dock on Ocracoke, and then it was off to rendezvous with the rest of the family at Howard’s Pub.

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We always eat at Howard’s Pub when we’re on Ocracoke.  It’s a fun place, and the food is casual but yummy.  (I didn’t do too well with ordering this time, though.  I got the fried shrimp basket and it turned out to be mostly fries – hardly any shrimp.  I should have stuck with my usual veggie burger.)

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After dinner we had about an hour to wander around the island before we really had to get the ferry back so the kids could get to bed.  I was clamoring for a visit to the Ocracoke Light – my favorite of all the OBX lighthouses (of which there are quite a few) but the rest of the fam wanted to walk around the village, so that’s what we did.  The pic above was as close as I got to the lighthouse.  Next time!

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We watched a bigger ferry coming into another dock…

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Checked out the boats in the marina…

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And then wandered into the village.

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Peanut befriended a large metal rooster.  Actually, she asked if she could ride on him.  We said NO.

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We named him Alan.  He looks like an Alan, don’t you think?  This wasn’t just a local art installation – it was outside a gallery, part of a metal menagerie that was on display for sale.  I was legit worried that Alan the Rooster was going to have to come home with us.  Fortunately we escaped without buying him (or any other metal animals).

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We rode the ferry back to Hatteras just as the sun was setting.

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Gorgeous!

Next time we visit, I’d like to spend more time on Ocracoke.  Our flying trips over there never seem like enough.  I want Peanut to see the wild ponies of Ocracoke (well, once wild – now most of them are in enclosures on the island, but they’re still a sight to see), and I want to get back to the Ocracoke Light.  And I’d love to mix up the dining; Howard’s Pub is fun, but there was a cute little flatbread pizza place in Ocracoke Village that looked like it would be a lot of fun to try.  It’s always good to leave something for next time, right?

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Happy couple on our way back from Ocracoke.  Always a fun evening!

Next week, we do make it to a lighthouse!

Nugget: Seven Months

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Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Nugget is seven months old, which means he’s officially closer to one year than to brand new, and that blows my mind, man.  (He’s not that close to one year, yet, but you know.)  I feel like I’m just starting to come out of that newborn fog, just a little bit, and still getting used to being an actual family of FOUR now.  Nugget makes every day such an adventure.  He’s the sweetest, cuddliest little pal, and I’m constantly in awe of how much joy and fun he brings to our lives.

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What to say about this month?  It’s been full of running around and doing all that fall stuff.  Having two kids in daycare makes the days feel extra full.  Peanut and Nugget’s daycare has a real “school” feeling – classrooms, teachers, back-to-school night – and I love it, but I am also getting a taste of what it will be like when they’re really in school.  So many forms to fill out, snacks to plan!  It’s a different experience having one in the baby rooms, too.  Peanut was always home, either with me or with a family member, until she was two, so when she started school it was in a really structured classroom setting.  With Nugget, I have extra juggling to do – remembering to pick his bottles up for washing at the end of the day, constantly checking the classroom freezer to make sure he’s not running out of pureed pears (because I like to make life extra difficult on myself, so I’m providing his fruits and veggie purees in addition to pumped milk) and running up to feed him during my lunch hours (which is special for both of us).

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I’m really cherishing those lunchtime visits.  They make it easier to send him off in the morning, because I know I’ll be seeing him in just a couple of hours.  We usually try to snap a selfie to send to Dad, as well.  Going up to the school to feed Nugget is such a privilege.  It’s sometimes hard to cram everything I need to do into my day, but it’s so worth it.  I’m going to really miss those stolen lunchtime hours when they’re over – but I don’t need to think about that just yet.

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Oh, I love that snuggly bug.

Nugget had a fun month with some exciting visitors, too!  He got to meet his Aunt Rebecca for the first time (we’ll be seeing her again, for his christening, in just a few short weeks!).  She had so much fun cuddling her little nephew guy, but she did say she felt a little weird about giving him kisses since he’s such a miniature Steve – haha!

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And we also got to meet baby Hudson!  Hudson is our friends Zan and Paul’s little nephew and he came to town for a visit with his mama Elissa and daddy.  It was so much fun to meet them after hearing so much about their family from Zan!  We all got together for a trip to the farmers’ market followed by lunch, and it was such a lovely day.  Nugget had fun bouncing on some different laps, giving Ms. Elissa a taste of some snuggles with an older baby, and topping up Ms. Zan’s cuddle stash.  He just loves her!

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Of course, at the end of the day, he always comes back to Mom’s arms.

Nugget at 7 Months:

Weight: 15 pounds, 7 ounces.

Height: 27 inches cooperative.  (I measured him myself this month, so take this with a grain of salt.)

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Clothing Size: Moving on up to nine months!  I’m still squeezing him into six month onesies and sleepers, but the nine months’ wardrobe is washed and ready and I’m about to switch it over, because some of those six month clothes are looking suspiciously short.  It’s hard to let go, though – I love his six month outfits so much.

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Sleep: Last month I said I hoped I’d have progress to report, and I do – not as much as I’d wanted, but some, and that’s good enough.  We finally started sleep training right around the time Nugget turned six months old, and it’s going.  Some nights it goes well, other nights it just… goes.  We do the same routine each night: final feeding, cozy bath, rubdown with lotion, story (Time for Bed, by Mem Fox), lullaby (“Peace Like a River”), prayer (“Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep”) and lights out.  The sleep “experts” promise that most kids will get with the program and stop crying after about three nights… HAHA!  It’s been a month and Nugget is still voicing his displeasure loudly and vehemently.  (That’s my boy.  He’s nothing if not tenacious.)  The pediatrician advised that we put Nugget down awake and check on him periodically when he cries, but not pat or touch him – just tell him that we love him and it’s bedtime.  Well, we’re not exactly capable of not giving him kisses, so we do that, and some pats too, but otherwise we are careful not to take him out of the crib.  Lately, he’s been protest-crying for about fifteen to twenty minutes and then he’s good to go for awhile.  Still waking up to eat once a night or so (last night was twice, and I was feeling it the next day, but most of the time he’s good on one feeding) but this has opened up stretches of time for us in the evenings, which is really nice, and Steve and I are getting to bed earlier and with less bickering.  I’m not quite caught up on rest just yet, but I’m getting there.  As hard as it is, I know that sleep training Nugget was the right thing to do.  We’re all happier – including Nugget – when Nugget is well-rested.

Likes: Cuddles with Mom, laughing at his sister, jumping in the jumperoo at school (the other day I dropped him off and they put him in the jumperoo and I seriously thought he was going to break it, he was going so wild), checking out the trees on our family hikes, looking at the other babies at daycare.

Dislikes: There’s one particular kid in his classroom that Nugget just! can’t! stand! when she cries.  There have been multiple times that I’ve picked Nugget up to find his little face screwed up with dismay and the teacher murmuring, “Yes, M is loud, I know you don’t like it when M is loud.”  I’m told that he’s getting a little better about not getting too upset when the other babies cry (I guess it was really tough the first couple of weeks, poor guy) but something about this one other baby’s crying really gets him going.  I feel terrible for everyone in this situation.

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Favorite Toys: We have a couple this month!  Nugget has developed a deep and loving attachment to this perforated goldfish-shaped cup that came with his bathtub.  (We recently got him a new one – he’d been using Peanut’s old tub and it was just becoming clear that the thing had reached the end of its life – and it came with this little cup.)  He’s totally obsessed and will hold the goldfish cup all day if he’s allowed to.  He’s also getting into books, which I love!  Although it’s harder to read to him when he’s grabbing for any book I have in my hands.  Peanut went through this stage, too, and at about the same age (I think) so let’s hope it’s a sign that Nugget will love reading as much as his big sister does.

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Milestones: So many this month!  After a few months of what seemed like not that many developmental milestones, Nugget made HUGE strides from six to seven months.  He can now sit unassisted for longer and longer periods of time (he still needs a spotter, but he’s getting really steady).  He’s also getting better and better at his fine motor skills; just the other day he leaned over and picked up a block from the floor!  This is exciting stuff, people!  He’s gotten really good at holding toys for long stretches of time without dropping them, and he’s even starting to pass them back and forth between hands.  And – the best! – he’s starting to babble.  Steve and I were both trying to steer him toward our particular consonant (Steve was encouraging “dada” and I was gunning for “mama”) and Steve won the consonant war – Nugget loves to say “Dada!  Da!  Da!  Da da da!”  But I can’t even be mad because it’s soooooooo cute.  (And, for the record, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.  He’s just latched onto the sound.  But it doesn’t stop us from pretending that he’s really saying “Dada” because he means it.)

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Quirks: I guess it was only a matter of time, but Nugget is SUCH a little brother, already trying to annoy his sister!  Peanut has gotten her hair pulled more times than I can count this month.  (I’ve explained to her that he can’t help himself – he waves his little arms around and if hair gets caught in his grip, he just has to grab and pull it; I’ve gotten my hair pulled quite a lot too.)  But I have to say, it kind of makes me laugh to watch Nugget with Peanut.  It’s obvious he worships the ground she walks on, but… all the same… he just can’t stop himself from pulling her hair.  Little brothers, man!

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Happy seven months, darlingest buddy!  We all love you!

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (October 12, 2015)

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Happy Columbus Day to my American friends, and Happy Thanksgiving to our neighbors to the north!  I hope you’re all having a lovely holiday weekend.  I have always loved Columbus Day because it falls right around my birthday – some years I get a three-day weekend for my big day, which is always extra fun.  (Not this year, but I’m still enjoying the holiday weekend birthday proximity, so.)  The kids and I celebrated with a trip to our local bookstore this morning (Peanut got A Pocket for Corduroy, and I grabbed 100 Years of the Best American Short Stories, which I’ve been eyeing – happy early birthday to me!).  We had sort of a roller-coaster weekend.  Saturday started off annoying – it’s a long story, but we drove to Letchworth for a family hike (my birthday wish) and ended up getting turned around and having to go home without even getting into the park.  Really annoying, and I was bumming hard.  We salvaged the day with a trip to the pumpkin patch after nap, but everyone was a bit out of sorts.  Yesterday we went for a stroll through Tifft Nature Preserve, to make up for the missed hike of the day before – but it wasn’t the same.  I’m really hoping to get to Letchworth before the leaves are all gone, but I’m not sure if it will happen – insert sad face here.

Last week was a productive one in the reading life!  I didn’t even realize how productive until I looked back at my Goodreads activity and I finished four books!  The highlight was Persepolis, by Marjane Satrapi – a graphic memoir of growing up in revolutionary Iran.  It was shocking and powerful and I don’t know how I missed it when it came out a few years ago.  I read it in honor of Banned Books Week – it’s one of the most frequently challenged recent graphic novels.  (Although it’s a memoir, not a novel.)  It was hard to read in parts, but really, really wonderful.  Then I finally read Go Set a Watchman, the “new” Harper Lee novel – and as I expected, I didn’t like it.  I’ll have a whole post coming soon on why I decided to read it, and more detail about what I thought.  After that I read the new Patrick DeWitt novel, Undermajordomo Minor, which I really enjoyed, but which lost a “star” (went from four to three) because of a bizarre scene involving baked goods that made me want to gouge my eyes out.  If you’ve read it, you know what I’m talking about, and let’s agree to never speak of this again, mmmmkay?  Then, because I really needed a palate cleanser, I finished re-reading Where’d You Go, Bernadette? – one of my favorite books of recent years.  It was just as funny and charming as I remembered, and exactly what I wanted to read after a week of violent revolution, hero-besmirching and weird food… oh, right, I said I wasn’t going to talk about the Undermajordomo Minor food scene again.  Sorry.

For this week: I’m currently reading the new Margaret Atwood novel, The Heart Goes Last.  In vintage Atwood style, it started off moderately unsettling and has escalated.  I’m on about page 120 and it’s thoroughly weirding me out – but it’s well-written and engaging and so, so good.  I also have the new Salman Rushdie checked out from the library, but it’s non-renewable and due back on Wednesday and, once again, I think it will be heading back unread because I just won’t have the time to finish it.  So back on the wait list I’ll go.  And instead, while I’m waiting, I will fiiiiiiiiiiiiiinally pick up Between the World and Me, and I can’t even tell you how excited I am to read it.  I’ve read a few excerpts and they’re just beautiful and heart-rending and I can’t wait.  I can’t wait.  Oh, and speaking of buzz – I’m also in the middle of Big Magic, the new Elizabeth Gilbert book, and hopefully I’ll be able to finish that this week, too.  Oh, and Tuesday is LUMBERJANES DAY!  Which means that all this other reading is going to get tossed aside as soon as I have the new trade paperback in my hands, because FRIENDSHIP TO THE MAX!

Okay, enough babbling.  This was supposed to be a short check-in and here I’ve been rambling for three paragraphs.  What are you reading?

OBX Trip 2015: Beach Blanket Babies

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When my family used to vacation on Hatteras Island when I was a kid, we had a pretty iron-clad routine: sound in the morning (the dads would windsurf, the moms would sit in the sun and read, and the kids would splash in the shallow water), then lunch, then ocean beach in the afternoon.  We mostly stuck to that routine on this trip, too, although it was a little harder to get into a good groove because we couldn’t split for the beach right after lunch – instead, we had to wait until Peanut finished her nap.  Most afternoons, that meant getting to the ocean (a 5-minute drive away) after 4:00 – not leaving much time for beach play before we had to go back to the house and get showered and changed for dinner.  Still, we made the most of the time we did have at the ocean beach.  I love watching the waves crashing up against the sands!

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On our very first day at the beach, Nugget had his toes dipped in the surf.

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He wasn’t quite sure what to think.  He wasn’t opposed to it, exactly, but he wasn’t overjoyed either.

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Peanut, by contrast, had definite opinions about the ocean.  Specifically, she was violently anti-swimming.  She spent most of our beach time sitting on the towel and digging in the warm sand.

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If one of us did carry her to the water’s edge, she clung to us like a barnacle and whimpered until we took her back to the towel.  I know some members of our party were pretty bummed that she didn’t want to play in the water, but I personally did not want to push the issue.  The beach is supposed to be fun, after all.  So we let her have fun in the way she wanted to.

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Fortunately, Peanut was willing to partake in a very important Hatteras tradition: burying Uncle Dan in the sand.

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It’s not an official vacation until Uncle Dan is neck-deep in sand with a ladies hat on his head.

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Aunt Danielle was totally into it.

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What a goof.

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Peanut did get braver as the week wore on.  By Wednesday she consented to let Steve carry her into the surf as long as he did not attempt to put her down or get her wet at all.

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Nugget did not have similar scruples.

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Well, maybe.  No, I swear, he had fun.  Uncle Dan and Aunt Danielle are good swimming buddies.

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Finally, by Saturday afternoon, Peanut was ready to cautiously dip her toes in the water.  And guess what?

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It turns out… the ocean is AWESOME, MOMMY!

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She spent a good half hour scampering in and out of the waves, shouting “One, two, three… WATER!” and running toward the crashing surf until someone scooped her up.  Seriously – the last half hour of our beach time, on the last day of our vacation, she became a total fish.  I wish we were staying for a second week; I felt badly that she missed out on swimming fun all week.  Maybe I should have pushed her more, but she was so frightened of the ocean earlier in the week, and I just wanted her to have a good time.  At least I know that next time, she’ll be into it!

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Next week, a fun excursion to a neighboring island!

Reading Round-Up (September 2015)

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Reading is my oldest and favorite hobby.  I literally can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t love to curl up with a good book.  Here are my reads for September, 2015

Malice at the Palace (Her Royal Spyness #9), by Rhys Bowen – I always love a visit to Georgie, and this one was no exception.  Left without a place to stay (again), Georgie is relieved when Queen Mary has another assignment for her – and this one involves living at Kensington Palace!  Georgie will be looking after Princess Marina of Greece, intended bride of Prince George.  It’s a plum assignment, but things get a bit dicey when the body of one of Prince George’s former lovers winds up in the palace courtyard.  With no shortage of possible suspects, solving this mystery will test all of Georgie’s ingenuity.  These mysteries are so much fun.

Kitchens of the Great Midwest, by J. Ryan Stradal – Eva Thorvald is the mysterious chef behind one of the most sought-after dinner invitations in the world, but how did she develop her flawless palate?  In a series of connected, but not quite, sequential stories, Stradal focuses on one personality and one part of Eva’s life at a time.  Sometimes Eva is a starring player in the story; other times she only makes a cameo appearance.  The stories were well-crafted, the characters very real.  I enjoyed this.

The Fellowship: The Literary Lives of the Inklings, by Philip and Carol Zaleski – Yawwwwwwwwn.  Sorry, but this was a total slog for me.  It might be because I tried to read it while I was exhausted from sleepless night after sleepless night… but I’ve read other nonfiction since Nugget’s birth, and this was the first that really couldn’t hold my attention.  I liked the Tolkien parts, but the Lewis sections were depressing (kill heroes much?) and I couldn’t care less about the other Inklings.  Skip this and read LOTR instead.

The Thrilling Adventures of Lovelace and Babbage, by Sydney Padua – I heard about this on the All the Books! podcast, and it did not disappoint.  Padua started writing a web comic about Ada Lovelace and Charles Babbage, two Victorian scientists who were famous as genius eccentrics in their day.  Babbage almost invented the first computer, and Lovelace (daughter of Lord Byron!) wrote code for the nonexistent machine.  Babbage was a failure and Lovelace died young, and Padua was bumming hard about that, so she invented a parallel “pocket universe” in which Lovelace and Babbage became an intrepid crime-solving team with the help of their computer.  IT.  WAS.  AWESOME.  (The George Eliot chapter was my favorite, obviously.  “Pray do not corrupt the cats with poetry.)  Love.  Love love love love love.  Please do a sequel, Sydney, pretty please with equations on top?

No Regrets Parenting: Turning Long Days and Short Years Into Cherished Moments With Your Kids, by Harley A. Rotbart – I blew through this one pretty quickly, and it was mostly common sense.  I’m always on the lookout for ways to make more memories with my family – the little ones are growing up so fast, and it’s hard being away from them all day – so I figured I’d pick up some suggestions here.  I probably did, but I’ve forgotten all of them.  Want my advice?  Skip reading this book, and just go make the darn memories already.

Secrets of the Baby Whisperer: How to Calm, Connect, and Communicate with Your Baby, by Tracy Hogg – Ugh.  So, I thought this was great while I was reading this, until I started feeling inadequate.  Really inadequate.  Really, really inadequate.  And then I mentioned some of the Baby Whisperer’s sleep theory to the kids’ pediatrician, and he gave it major side-eye.  A book that gets the stinkeye from the doctor and makes me feel like a lousy mother is… not recommended.

The Custom of the Country, by Edith Wharton – Read for my #FallingForEdith readalong, I won’t necessarily say I enjoyed the story of acquisitive, brash, social-climbing Undine Spragg.  In fact, she was kind of a… well, it rhymes with “itch.”  But the writing was spectacular (as usual, it’s Edith Wharton after all), the world was glittering and real, and I was glued to the book because, although I hated Undine, I just had to know what was going to happen.  The Custom of the Country might have been a book about unpleasant people, but it didn’t cool me on Edith Wharton at all.  Now I want to read The House of Mirth.

Adventure Time, Volume 1, by Ryan North – I have been hearing great things about this all-ages comic, so I finally checked it out.  It was pretty cute!  I especially liked Marceline the Vampire Queen (she’s over 1,000 years old, be cool, okay?).  But I have a feeling that a lot of the jokes were lost on me.  I guess there’s a TV show, and if you don’t watch it, big chunks of the comic won’t make sense?  I dunno – I guess that’s true, because I found this adorable but kind of confusing.

Fables, Volume 1: Legends in Exile, by Bill Willingham – Fables is a classic comic, and I figured I’d enjoy it because I always like new twists on familiar stories.  This one was great.  It was framed as a murder mystery – who killed Rose Red? – but also introduced a larger world.  All of the characters we remember from fairy tales have been exiled from Fairyland and are now living in Fabletown, a secret enclave in New York City.  King Cole is the Mayor, but he’s pretty much a figurehead – Snow White runs the show, with Bigby (Big B, Big Bad, get it?) Wolf as the Sheriff.  Prince Charming is a despicable rake, Beauty and the Beast are constantly fighting, and Fabletown itself is sort of hanging by a thread.  This comic stretched out over 22 volumes (with several spinoff series) and I hear it get better and better.  I can’t wait to dive deeper into this world – I already have the second and third volumes checked out of the library and waiting in my stack.

Not too shabby for the first month back at work!  I’m enjoying exploring a bit more of the world of comics.  It’s been a great way for me to read and meet new characters, but in manageable chunks of time.  (The next few months should be great ones for comics – the next trade paperback of Lumberjanes comes out on my birthday, and November will see several Star Wars trades released.  I can’t wait!)  The comics were sort of the highlights of the month, but I also enjoyed visiting with Georgie again, and Kitchens of the Great Midwest was a lovely read (it made me want to cook).  One thing’s clear, though – I have to lay off the parenting books.  They’re making me feel rotten and inadequate.  I do have a few more that I’m sort of interested in reading, but I’m taking a break for now.  With everything I have going on, I just want to read what I’m excited about – and at the moment, that’s mostly comics.  Next month, I think I’ll have some good stuff to share – I’ve already read a couple of great books in October.

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (October 5, 2015)

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Whoops!  Last week really got away from me – no Monday reading post, nothing on Wednesday, and not nearly the in-depth analysis I wanted to give you of The Custom of the Country on Friday.  (I wrote that post in the middle of the night when I couldn’t get back to sleep after feeding Nugget.)  What can I say?  It was nuts. Last weekend my best friend, Rebecca, was visiting – at my suggestion, she used us as a stop-over going to and coming from her college major’s centennial celebration conference.  And we were having a wonderful time cooking and making a gigantic mess in the kitchen and hiking and watching the supermoon eclipse and catching up, and not much reading or blogging happened.  And then it was another hectic week of running around from Monday through Friday.  I can’t even remember right now what I was reading last weekend or all week, so let’s just blow past that.

This weekend was a bit slower, but only a bit.  The highlight was Friday night – date night, sponsored by Grandpa!  He very nicely came over to hold down the fort while Steve and I WENT TO SEE THE MARTIAN, AND YES, THE CAPS ARE ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY.  (We put the kids to bed before leaving, and Grandpa reported that they were both angels – not a peep from either of them all evening.)  The Martian was incredible.  We loved every second of it.  (Well, Steve loved every second of it.  I loved every second that I watched, but I confess to covering my eyes during the not-brief-enough scene in which Mark Watney gives himself stitches.  Ewwwww.)  After the movie, I told Steve that I couldn’t remember the last time I left a movie clamoring to see it again right away (probably Deathly Hallows, Part II), but I am already itching to see The Martian again.  It’s going to have to wait until Blu-Ray, though, because we’re not spending babysitting capital on repeating a movie we’ve already seen.  That’s not happening – not even for Rich Purnell, who is indeed a steely-eyed missile man.

The rest of the weekend was slower.  Steve suggested that for the foreseeable future we dedicate one weekend day to getting stuff done around the house, and one weekend day to family activities.  I thought that was a great idea, so Saturday was house day (Steve worked on prepping the playroom for a coat of paint, and I got on top of the kids’ laundry and started sorting some of my clothes to go to consignment) and Sunday was family day.  At Peanut’s request, we went to the Science Museum.  She had a ball, as usual, but the day went downhill when we got home.  I’ll spare y’all the details, but I’m afraid the stomach bug may be paying a repeat visit to our house.  Peanut’s been hit, and I’m feeling a little iffy, too.  All of my energy is going toward not letting this bug get Nugget.  Crossing fingers that it’s just a 24-h0ur thing for Peanut and that it misses the rest of the house this time around.

So, the books.  The reading theme for last week was “getting uncomfortable.”  I started with Negroland: a Memoir, by Margo Jefferson, which was stunning and disconcerting and everything the internet said it would be.  Lately I’ve really been craving books that will open my eyes to different perspectives – more so than I usually read, even – and this was a good one.  (I have Between the World and Me on the holds shelf now, and that’ll be another.  I’m really looking forward to it!)  After Negroland, and in celebration of Banned Books Week, I picked up the frequently-challenged Persepolis, which was stunning and moving and powerful and lots of other adjectives.  Next up – speaking of uncomfortable – I’m going to bite the bullet and read Go Set a Watchman.  I’ll have a whole post coming up about why I decided to read it, and some thoughts after I’ve read the book and organized my impressions of it.  I’m sort of dreading the whole thing, but, well, yeah.  (I did not buy it – I got it from the library.)  After that, I think a palate cleanser will be in order, so I’ll probably read Captain Marvel.  I totally want to be in the Carol Corps.

I promise no radio silence on the blog this week!  Check back for more bookish fun on Wednesday, and another installment in the vacation recaps (yes, I do plan on dragging those out for an excruciatingly long time, thank you for asking) on Friday.  And I’ll try to be better about responding to comments a little more promptly, too.  Baby steps, my friends, baby steps.

What are you reading this week?

The Custom of the Country (#FallingForEdith)

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Considered by many to be Edith Wharton’s masterpiece, The Custom of the Country follows an acquisitive, social-climbing anti-heroine from marriage to marriage.  When the novel opens, Undine Spragg, recently of Apex (a vaguely middle-American town) is living with her parents in New York City, navigating the social mores of the “stylish” set who have been closed off to her up until that point.  Undine’s father, Mr. Spragg, is rich and indulges his daughter – after a bit of fighting, maybe – in most of her whims.  Undine, for her part, is ambitious and striving, much like the young USA of the day.  (According to the introduction in the edition I read, it’s no coincidence that Undine Spragg shares her initials with United States.)  A lucky break – the quiet admiration of Ralph Marvell, one of New York society’s favorite sons – introduces Undine into the American aristocracy on which she has set her sights.  A whirlwind courtship later, they’re married and Undine is pregnant.  But Ralph, while he may be part of the exclusive crowd to which Undine is desperate to belong, is not rich – and so he soon proves to be a “disappointment” to his wife.  And instead of swallowing her “disappointment,” or – gasp! – learning to budget, Undine takes a not-quite-socially-acceptable-yet plunge and divorces Ralph.  Her next marriage, to a French Marquis, doesn’t fare much better – after brash American Undine makes a major faux pas by pressing her husband to sell some family heirlooms (so as to keep her Paris seasons in rich style) another break seems inevitable.  The novel ends – spoiler alert! – with Undine married to a billionaire from Apex who… it turns out… was actually her first husband!  WHAT!

My thoughts, which seem to lend themselves to bullet point form for this review:

  • Wharton has written a novel made up almost exclusively of unlikable characters.  I did like poor Ralph Marvell, and Clare Van Degen (repenting her marriage in diamonds) as well.  And I felt for poor Mr. Spragg, trying so hard to make ends meet in New York over the demands of his wife and daughter.  And that was pretty much it.  Now, usually, I’m a fairly character-driven reader.  If I can’t root for the main character, I find it hard to stick with a book.  There have been one or two notable exceptions, and this was one of them.  (W. Somerset Maugham’s The Painted Veil was the other.)  While I disliked Undine intensely (and that seemed to be the universal reaction) I really respected the literary achievement of making me hang with an unlikable character.  (I think that’s also what Jane Austen is trying to do, to a certain extent, in Emma – she famously wrote that she had created a heroine nobody but her would much like – but she falls short because, while Emma is an engaging novel, Emma herself is a far more likable protagonist than Wharton’s Undine.  Emma is flawed, but good at heart and pretty charming.  Undine is flawed, not good at heart, and really quite off-putting.)
  • Thanks to the introduction’s pointing it out, I was very aware of Undine’s representation of brash American-ness throughout the book.  (I quit reading the introduction shortly after the fact was noted, because it gave away a pretty major spoiler and sort of ruined the book’s big surprise for me.)  Wharton deftly skewers the nouveau-riche Americans of the day, holding Undine up against the old money (that’s mostly gone) standard set by Ralph Marvell and Raymond de Chelles and very pointedly showing the reader all of the areas where Undine and her upstart sort fall short.  Of course, old society doesn’t escape either – Peter Van Degen represents the very worst of what the “old money” set can mutate into – and it costs his wife and Ralph Marvell their happiness.
  • I found the name of Undine’s hometown – Apex – fascinating.  The word suggests a workaday kind of bland American outpost, but also the pinnacle of achievement.  And (spoilers!) Apex does turn out to be the pinnacle – for both Mr. Spragg, who never replicates the same success he had in Apex after the family arrives in New York – and for Undine, the fulfillment of whose wildest, most money-grabbing aspirations were rooted in Apex after all (despite her determination to be part of New York society at all costs).
  • I’ve now read two Wharton novels, and each of them had odd, arguably unsatisfying, endings.  (Spoilers!)  The Age of Innocence, one of my favorite books, ends with a whimper – Newland Archer on a park bench, widowed, deciding that he’s not going to attempt to reunite with Ellen Olenska after all.  And The Custom of the Country, which probably should end with Undine getting her comeuppance once and for all (certainly that would be more satisfying for the reader) ends instead with her rolling in money and her billionaire husband realizing that he’s got to “lump it” or be cast off like his predecessors.  Oof.  Yet I still – literary achievement again, here – really enjoyed the ride, horrible undeserving anti-heroine and all.  Well done, Edith Wharton.  Slow clap.

In reading The Custom of the Country, Jen and I were joined by two other smart and prolific readers, both of whom share my impression that Undine is just. the. worst.

Thoughts from my friend Zandria:

It’s not bad enough to fall into the “Not Recommended” category, but it was impossible to like it when I didn’t care for ANY of the characters — they all annoyed me in one way or another. Although it seems silly to say this, the main character was such an awful person I wanted the story to be over so I could stop giving her more attention than she deserved.

(Zan’s full post here.)

And the always-insightful A.M.B. had great thoughts on the subjugation of women as discussed in the book:

And poor Undine (which I can admit despite hating her). She is the product of stifling times. The demeaning gender norms of her day persist to some extent in ours; however, in our century, a woman as ambitious as Undine could reasonably strive to be a prominent person in her own right, and not just the wife of one.

(Read her full post here – and congratulations to Mr. A.M.B. on opening his own law practice!  I wish him much success and joy in his career.)

Have you read any Edith Wharton?  What do you think of her depictions of Gilded Age New York?

Reinstein Woods Nature Preserve: Summer 2015

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Summer might be over, but I still have lots to tell you about our adventures, because we really lived it up this year!  Of course, we couldn’t let the season escape us without a visit to Reinstein Woods for our seasonal hike.  (See our previous hikes: winter and spring.)  Last year, when we did our seasonal hikes at Tifft Nature Preserve, we actually squeezed our summer hike into mid-September, but since it wasn’t the equinox just yet I called it good.  This year we did a little better, getting out for our summer visit to Reinstein on Labor Day.

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And what a day for it!  The sun was shining, the sky was a deep blue, and the woods were a riot of gorgeous white flowers.

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Our first stop was the lily pond, which proved to be aptly named.  I think there were more lily pads than pond.

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Steve and Peanut immediately spotted a family of turtles sunning themselves on a log.  So cute!

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Lily pad closeup:

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Next we continued on into the nature preserve and made for our regular loop around one of the larger ponds.  This one was also a riot of lily pads.

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Gorgeous!  Reinstein Woods is a small nature preserve, but it feels much bigger than it is and it manages to pack a lot of beauty into a relatively small parcel of land.

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I made the wrong shoe choice.  It was summer, it was warm, and I thought it would be fun to wear my FiveFingers… which it would have been had the trail not been entirely made of large pieces of gravel.  For some reason I completely forgot that most of the trails were rocky.  I mainly stuck to the grass.

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We attempted a family portrait – total fail.  Neither kid is looking at the camera, and we could be anywhere.  Well, we will keep trying.

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Two out of four.  Not bad.

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On our way out of the nature preserve, as has become our little tradition when walking at Reinstein, we let Peanut loose in the nature play area for awhile.  She had a ball running around, picking sticks up off the ground and waving them around (some things never change!) and holding court in the little shelter.

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Oh, and riding on turtles.  As one does.

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Nugget, as usual, cuddled up against me and watched his sister run and play.  Next year he’ll be wobbling after her as fast as his little legs can take him, but for now he’s still my snuggle bug.

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Eventually he let us know he was over the whole experience and was ready to head home and have his lunch.  And thus began the delicate negotiation (cajoling, threats) to get Peanut out of the play area.  She does love it there…

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That’s my little Dirt Barbie!  Heh.  Such fun to visit Reinstein again for a third season.  We have one more season to go, and then we’ll have to decide on a spot for seasonal hikes in 2016 – unbelievable!

Who else has been hitting the trails recently?

Finn McCool’s 4 Mile Odyssey

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(Source: Finn McCool.)

So, continuing my documented poor decision-making when it comes to running, last month (man, am I ever behind) I checked another box off my list of dumb things I’ve been wanting to do – I ran my first obstacle race.  Yeah!  And what would have been a fun, albeit slightly silly, escapade was probably downright stupid when you throw in the whole postpartum, exhausted, toddler sleep regression thing.  I was not exactly at my best when I walked up to the start line – night after night of four hours of sleep really takes it out of you.  Nugget had a particularly rough night the night before the race – I was up with him for hours, crashed with him on the couch around 3:00 a.m., and actually fell asleep nursing at 4:30 – yawwwwwwwwn.  But I had plans to meet up with friends at the start line (I’d only registered for the race after confirming that I could run with a group, because I knew I would need help with some of those obstacles) so off I went.  And I was excited – nervous, but excited.

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(Source: Finn McCool.)

I met up with my group – two friends from (our dear departed) Stroller Strides, plus one husband.  (Having a guy in our group was key – he gave all three of us lots of boosts and help with the obstacles.  Thanks again, dude!)

We crowded into the starting corral and immediately decided to skip the first obstacle.  The map doesn’t show it, but there was some sort of bounce house rope climb thingy about fifteen feet after the start line – what?!  None of us felt like stopping and waiting in line four seconds after the start, so we ran around it and headed for the first obstacle of our course – a slip ‘n slide!  I was so excited about the (three!) slip ‘n slides on the course.  I haven’t done one of those since I was a kid.  I ran and bellyflopped and laughed my butt off.

We headed through a couple more obstacles and eventually skidded to a stop at the end of a long line of runners waiting for the “lily pad” creek-crossing obstacle.  The creek-crossing was, to describe it poorly, a line of foam mats floating on top of Cazenovia Creek.  We were expected to run across them and jump from mat to mat.  So not happening!  Every single runner was falling into the creek.  This got me excited, since it was hot and sunny and a swim sounded GOOD.  I made it over the first two mats before face-planting on the third, and falling off on my attempt to leap to the fourth.  I actually went over my head in the creek, which felt awesome.  What was not awesome was running on waterlogged shoes for the rest of the race, but that was inevitable.

From the creek-crossing we headed through a network of trails, stopping occasionally for obstacles like a cargo net, tires and more slip ‘n slides.  I skipped several obstacles – I gave most of them the old college try, but some were just not happening in my current postpartum weakling state.  (Next year I’ll do more strength training going into this event.)

Eventually our group split up.  Our married couple teammates headed on ahead, while the other mom and I ran together and talked.  It was good to have a friend on the course, pushing me to keep going.  My buddy is a smoking fast runner and she kept up a stream of motivation – I was so grateful to her.  Eventually, though, I told her to go on ahead.  The strain of running with waterlogged shoes and clothes was getting to be too much for me, and I hated the thought that I was holding her back.  I told her I’d see her at the finish, and off she went, while I dug deep and did my best to finish strong.

The final obstacle was a gigantic mud pit, over which ropes were strung to keep the runners on their bellies.  I plopped down on my hands and knees and squelched through the mud, ducking under the ropes.  Finally, after getting basically covered in mud, I popped up and squished the final few feet to the finish line.  I looked like I’d been bathing in mud, which I guess I kind of had?

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Worst.  Spa.  Ever.

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I headed to the “hose shower” – which was basically standing around in a bunch of mist and really didn’t get me very clean at all – then collected my super cool pint glass and my FINNisher’s medal and squished my way back to my car.

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So, this race was a BLAST.  It was hard and it took me for-ev-er (don’t ask for my time, because I don’t know it! – definitely over an hour, though) but it was such a good time.  I drove home (listening to my favorite Another Mother Runner podcast, natch) with the biggest smile on my face, and told Steve that he has to do this event with me next year.  I mean, how many chances do you get, as an adult, to slide on your belly down a slip-n-slide, run over foam mats floating on a creek, scale a cargo net, and roll around in mud like a piglet?  It’s basically a must-do.  And yeah, it was outside my comfort zone (way outside) but I’m SO glad I did it!

Now to see if my running shoes are salvageable…

Have you ever run an obstacle race or mud run?  Did you manage to stay clean?  Ha!