Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Hack

Today was a Very Productive Day. Does anyone else notice a correlation between the cleanliness of their house and their productivity level? When my house is a disaster it's paralyzing. When it's spotless, I feel like I could move the earth.

No actual earth-moving happened today, although we did watch a bunch of guys out digging the street up. (Barak was entranced, so of course we had to stop and watch. I asked one of them if they minded the audience and he said, cheerily, "Nope! It'll make him want to go to college!") I did, however, go to the dry cleaner and pick up the tremendous amount of stuff we had there (and convey it home by way of the already-loaded double stroller, no mean feat), go to the grocery store and the fruit and vegetable store, get the last boxes of the kind of cereal my husband likes before the kosher grocery goes Pesachdik, go to the drugstore for diapers and diaper cream (waaaay too cold for the hike to Target), go to the bank, return all the horrifically overdue library books, and, um, get a haircut.

I didn't quite intend for that last one--I meant to take Barak for a haircut. But then I saw that the Assyrian haircutting place had a sign out for five-dollar haircuts, and it transpires that they have a "privacy room" for women who cover their hair. Barak had passed out in the stroller, so I went in and got a haircut with Iyyar in my lap. I had intended to lose a couple of inches, but then I looked at it and realized that there was plenty there to donate if I just cut it a little shorter. So I did. It's shoulder-length now, shorter than it's been since I was, um, five. I showed my husband and he was too shocked to say anything other than, "Wow. I'll have to get used to that." I think he was a little relieved when I put my hat back on.

Iyyar, he is being absurdly cute. Today I gave him alphabet noodles for the first time, and that went over fairly well. I found out today that he knows what is inside a yogurt container; I took the big tub of whole-milk Stonyfield out of the fridge and he went berserk, bouncing up and down in his high chair (I'd been feeding him corn) and screeching. As an aside, why does anyone pay money for baby food in jars? I did it with Barak because he was in daycare, but it is just so easy to take a ladleful of whatever you're eating and run it through the blender. I have a hand blender now, so I use that. He eats what we eat now, and it's just so much better--as well as orders of magnitude cheaper--than buying Things in Jars. I can buy a pound of frozen organic vegetables for the price of two little jars of organic baby food.

And do all babies have a tzitzit fetish? At least, do all babies with access to tzitzit have a tzitzit fetish? I came into the living room tonight to find my husband sitting on the floor reading a boo, Iyyar lying on the floor next to him with a mouthful of tzitzit and a totally blissed-out look on his face.

What was it Kirk said in the Tribbles episode? Well, there's no accounting for taste.

7 comments:

LeahChaya said...

And do all babies have a tzitzit fetish?
Mine didn't, but the first thing my oldest did once he could scoot himself along the ground (belly-crawl) was drag himself over to the bookshelf with Daddy's gemaras and try to pull one off the bottom shelf . . . it probably helped that they had gold lettering and gold foil (paint?) along the page edges, but it was very cute.

Miriam said...

Mine do... twirling them around their fingers, trying to suck them...

Miriam said...

Oh, all except my 4 year old, who isn't interested in wearing his own! (Not a consistent enough potty user yet, sigh.)

whsamet said...

The best reason for buying babyfood in a jar...you are a painting conservator and oh, are those little jars useful in the studio. I think I saved every babyfood jar and lid. My kids are 12 and 14 and I still have babyfood jars in the studio. If you are not a painting conservator, blend away or give all those jars to your childless conservator friends!

uberimma said...

Wendy, I do have some jars in the cupboard for emergencies of the no-time-to-make-babyfood-before-work variety. I can save you the jars if you want! Saving up jars will give me an excellent excuse for not having mailed your yarn yet...

Miriam said...

Another cute tzitzit story: My 2-almost-3 year old was playing with her Daddy's tzitzis yesterday... she said, very clearly, "borei p'ri hatzitzis" and tried to stick them in her mouth. Her daddy laughed at her and took them away.

Yasmin said...

Who do you donate the hair to?

Now I feel like going to read "Little Women" again. And I don't have a copy here :P