I would advise anyone that goes out to fill the two gallon bird feeder at 9 in the morning, here, when it's 25 degrees out and there's a 10 mph wind blowing from the north, to wear a coat. I went out in t-shirt, sweat pants, and sandals and by the time I got back into the house I couldn't feel the tips of my toes, nose, or fingers.
Mmm... hot tea afterwards was nice. But, yeah, at 25 degrees, the wind feels like it was peeling off the warm layers of muscle to get at my marrows.
The Guang Xi Province Congou, Finest Golden Tips (ZK76) at uptontea.com is pretty nice stuff. Classical red (black) tea depth with a strange golden addition that's kind of malty, mellow, and smooth. Different. Nice. Great hot after a cold outing.
When I was pregnant, I wrote Sean Stewart about his book Mockingbird. It was a fun conversation. I also had fun talking with him about some of his other books, about what it's like being up the hour before dawn with ones children, about how one can still have a career while taking care of a child. Stuff like that.
It was only a few months after Jet was born and named that I realized that I'd actually given Jet a name that was the name of a character in one of Stewart's books. My Jet's nothing like the Jet in the book, though he does have black hair, black eyes, and likes watching things until he understands them before, often, disassembling them. The Jet in Resurrection Man didn't take things apart in quite the way my Jet does.
But on Wednesday mornings, Joan takes Jet and Haley to meet up with her girlfriend, Jodie, and her son. Her son is about six months older than Jet. He's a sturdy little guy, happy, cute, brown hair, blue eyed, and outgoing. He and Jet get along great. Jet loves going wherever he leads, and together, they stand off the other kids from the places they like to play.
It also happens that his name is Dante.
Funny how life bends.
The weaning at night has been working really, really well, so far as sleeping goes. Jet went from three to six ups in a night to only one a night on a pretty regular basis, and he just curls up and goes to sleep when we rescue him at night. It's really, really nice to get uninterrupted sleep for the first time in a good month or two.
However, Jet's still eating like a toddler. I've pretty much decided that the pediatrics book and the Baby Book are right. Active toddlers live off air, juice, and the cereal they find on the floor. Raisins, sometimes. Ramen, occasionally. Milk last thing at night. A bit of stolen bagel, a bite of yogurt from my bowl in the morning, a fistful of banana from John, a CheeseIt found in the cracks of the couch...
He went from a food-happy baby to a supremely picky toddler, and it's really non-intuitive what he'll pick. Like bread sticks over cookies, raisins over chocolate, peanuts over candy, yogurt and protein bars over spaghetti or mac and cheese. Nearly no meat. Nearly no vegetable matter (okay.. other than the half a dozen asparagus buds he ate off a bunch of asparagus as he was breaking the stem ends off for our dinner).
He loves cooking. He really loves prepping foods and eating them while they're getting prepped. So I try to let him do as much as he's willing to do, and he snapped the base ends off nearly three-quarters of a bunch of asparagus (with the occasional bud end that he'd eat) before he got bored. I was pretty impressed for a two-year-old to help out in the kitchen.