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Crust cutters

Posted on 2015.01.10 at 19:04
Writing about daily life seems a bit anticlimatic after the story of M. Aaron. It is not how narrative trajectories work, to return to mundane details after a big splashy finale. Back to the grind.

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Ace is an airplane!

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Hokey Pokey is an airplane!

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Hawaiian Punch is an airplane!

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Not me, I'm a baby.  Rascal starts daycare on Monday.

Let's talk about Rascal. He's super cute, but jesus he fusses and screams a lot. Apparently lots of fussy babies turn into regular people, but yeesh.

Rascal was the most turtle-necked old man of our newborns. The pictures of him have been well-curated, so that may not have been apparent. He's fleshing out and getting very cute.  No longer is he the littlest baby, either - at Jammies' indoor soccer game, there was a littler, newer-born.

(There is another family at indoor soccer with four kids, all about one year older than our four kids. I hang out with the husband, while the wife plays soccer with Jammies. He told me that they are getting a Mercedes Sprinter Van to replace their mundane Honda Odyssey, which is what we also mundane-ly drive. I told him that they are our canary in a coal mine - they can try everything out first, and let us know what to avoid.

This is a Mercedes Sprinter Van:

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People spend a lot of money tricking out the inside with minibars and rotating captain's chairs and so on. They are appealing, but our Honda Odyssey is much cheaper.)


At IKEA last weekend, we dropped off Hawaii and Hokey Pokey at the kids' play area. We walked the mandated path with only Ace and Rascal. I said, "This is exactly where we were four years ago."  Then, Hawaii was 20 months old and Hokey Pokey was two months old, and that was all we had to manage. Back before they could talk and fight constantly.

When Pokey was born, I made Hawaii walk everywhere. "Sorry," I told her bluntly, "Can't carry you both!" Especially when Pokey was in his carseat. Now I cave all the time and just carry both Ace and Rascal, Ace on my hip and Rascal in his carseat. "Ok fine," I grumble. Part of it is my new, strong Crossfit Muscles. Part of it is that Ace is more insistent than Hawaii was. Part of it is that I've been beaten down, no fight left in this old champ.

Good lord is Ace insistent. She stiffens her body and squawks MOMMY louder and louder, and then when you cave, she flashes quite an "ain't I hilarious?" smile. If you don't cave, it is not hilarious.


Once upon a time, Mimi gave us a crust-cutter:

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It used to have Wonderbread logos on it.

I hate this damn thing. I hate the two step process - supposedly cutting and sealing  the edges are two different things. Finally I said, "Hey kids, Mommy and Daddy have different rules. I'm done with the crust-cutter." I'm willing to cut the sandwich into triangles, so they can eat it from the inside and leave the crusts.

The kids rebelled and said they would only eat Daddy's sandwiches. I was genuinely shocked. So for about five months, that was the state of affairs. I would foist my sandwiches, they'd bitch and moan. Jammies would make them sandwiches when possible. (Poof they're sandwiches...sigh)

I mentioned to Jammies in December that I was caving, and he said, "Really? I'm about to throw the crust cutter out. I hate it." He hated it because Pokey would leave behind the edges of the plain bread, as though the crust had contaminated the bread near the crust.

Then over Christmas, we got this:

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and this:

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and this:

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The Lightning McQueen one is the absolute stupidest. How are you supposed to see the eyes and features details in a sandwich? If you look at the shape, it's actually going to look like a frog. (Minnie Mouse is stupid because it cuts three separate pieces and wastes a ton of sandwich.)

Thus spake 2015.  This entry is much less exciting than a double-life fake-identity secret-marriage-having grandfather.

School starts on Wednesday. I'm actually rejuvenated? excited? the sabbatical worked?


Kelly Jennings
Kelly Jennings at 2015-01-11 17:34 (UTC) (Link)


Dr. Skull and I are still fighting about cutting the crusts off the kid's sandwiches. (Though I just cut them off with a knife. Apparently the crust-cutting tools are a late invention!)

His points were two: crusts were the best part of the bread, so wtf, why was I teaching her not to eat them and (b) Spoiling that child, and (3) WASTE.

My points were I never liked crusts either, and it wasn't that much trouble. Plus the dog liked eating the crusts, so.

Those little cutting tools look very annoying. (Except for the dinosaur one, which my kid would have loved.) They also look like ways to bribe kids into eating, which I am opposed to on general principles.
heebie_geebie at 2015-01-18 16:11 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Crusts!

And another thing! Jammies makes terrible sandwiches, and they still prefer his! He barely spreads the jelly/pb/honey/butter. In fact, when it's honey, he just squirts on a squiggle and leaves it like that, without spreading it at all. That is the worst part of this whole travesty - that they prefer his shitty sandwiches sans crusts over my artisanally hand-crafted crust ones.
parodie at 2015-01-12 16:21 (UTC) (Link)
While your family drama is exciting and rather amazing, I really follow for the cute baby pictures. ;)

Crust-cutting was never a thing that happened in my family, but getting gifts like that when you'd just made a decision to ditch them - that sounds a bit crazy-making. Are you just going to conveniently misplace them?

Also, I love Rebel's outfit in that picture. We actually have the same one just waiting to be used! I don't know why owls are currently the cute animal of choice, but they are indeed very cute.
heebie_geebie at 2015-01-18 16:15 (UTC) (Link)
Crust-cutting didn't occur in my family either, and it's the type of thing that I would have admired in other families, but never thought to ask of my own parents. (I also admired sandwiches cut into triangles, and never thought to ask. Surely they would have been happy to cut my sandwich into triangles.)

I think we will keep them out of sight, at least, as opposed to the old location, where they saw the crust cutter whenever they opened their drawer to get out their plates and such. UGH.

(I love the owls. They are so cute. So hey! Do you know what kind of baby you're having? When are you due again? How are you feeling?)
parodie at 2015-01-19 17:51 (UTC) (Link)
Due Feb 19, on bed rest (well, "stay home and take it easy") for another 4 days. I don't feel like birth is imminent but I think the doctors here tend to play it safe - and really, what do I know about what makes labour feel imminent? Generally feeling fine, but missing being out and about and especially being able to exercise. A bit annoyed that I was so good about exercising only to be prevented from doing so for the past month or so. Bah humbug.

We do know but we've been being that obnoxious couple who doesn't tell. It seemed like a good idea around mid-pregnancy and now so close to the end I feel a bit committed. :) But hey, if the doctors are right - and not just over-cautious - it may not be that long before we tell everyone!
heebie_geebie at 2015-01-25 03:08 (UTC) (Link)
Bed rest is so awful. It's over by now, hopefully? I think I was on bed rest for maybe all of 24 hours, with Hawaii early on, when there was a worrisome blood clot. Partly the fear of not knowing how much longer I'd be in bed, but I was freaked out. (I wasn't actually particularly worried about the pregnancy - I was supremely confident that everything would be fine, in a way that drained away from me over the course of the rest of the pregnancies.) All this is to say that I hope you and baby are given a clean bill of health to resume regular activities.

And if the baby does come early, it should come on February 3rd, because that is my birthday too.
parodie at 2015-01-25 12:06 (UTC) (Link)
Off bedrest for a few days now, and so far my walking around and being tired has not in fact pushed me into labour. Today's plan is swimming. Looking forward to getting some swimming done while it's easy and doesn't require figuring out how to make it work around a tiny person's schedule...

Feb 3rd sounds perfect. I've been imagining Feb 1st, but the 3rd would be good too.
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