Smells like the Holidays

Believe it or not, Sierra actually burned the first candied lemons and had to do them AGAIN the next morning. What a hero she is.

I never even knew that candying fruit was something you could do at home...

Wheee-ew.

Just having my first day “at home” (which included going to a parade that was canceled due to the unrelenting downpour and local errands), after a couple weeks of nonstop holiday activity. And our holiday guests haven’t started arriving yet!

Last week, Sierra and I made homemade fruitcake; a process that takes the better part of a day and lots of upper body strength. The recipe was previously posted here.

Sierra was adverse to using the candied fruit from the grocery store that I’ve used in the past, so she candied her own orange peel and lemon peel (to replace the citron), candied her own cherries (organic frozen), and we used dried organic pineapple from Whole Foods. Needless to say, the fruitcake this year is STELLAR.

The whole process of making fruitcake making always takes longer than I remember, because there are things involved that I don’t normally do – like grating three entire nutmegs and sifting five cups of flour. All the ingredients get dumped into a large roasting pan (my largest one I use for the turkey was barely large enough), and then once it’s in the oven, it gets pulled out every 10-15 minutes to get stirred – this goes on for several hours. The pan is HOT and HEAVY (and SMELLS HEAVENLY) and we had four kidlets running and screaming through the house. Every time the timer went off we had to check the location of each child and then lift the pan up to the counter to stir (with lots of grunting).

To stir, you need a very very strong trowel-like tool. You stir it so that it cooks evenly, I guess. And you cook the whole mess until the egg stops stringing – which didn’t make sense to me until I stirred the fruitcake for myself – then it was obvious.

In our snatches of time between stirring, we made a few stocking gifts: fabric luggage tags! I can’t wait to make more. I used the pattern from skiptomylou.com and I was directed there via a tweet from Living Crafts Magazine. If you tweet and enjoy Waldorf-style crafts, I suggest following them. They send several cute ideas a day. (The magazine is wonderful also.)

My first fabric luggage tag ever went to our friend Devana, attached to some fruitcake.

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Baby Mama (Put a sling on 'em)

This has been sent to me a couple of times now – got to love those mamas dancing with their babes! Thanks for sharing, Devana and Jaimie.

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You know you're in the former Soviet Union when…

My brother Songbae accepted an internship in Bishkek, Krygzystan for three months.

His latest email:

“It’s been about a week since I’ve arrived in Bishkek, Krygzystan and
there have been plenty of instances that have made all those Peace
Corps memories from Ukraine start rushing back, like when…

* …they play a video on the plane that keeps flashing the message
“Please do not take the blankets”
* …you order a cup of tea in a cafe they make it with a used tea bag
* …your daily planner comes with a table called “Blood Alcohol Decay Time”

Let me know if anyone would like me to pick them up a track suit while I’m here.

Songbae

P.S. Went to my first Korean restaurant in Kyrgyzstan last night.  The
restaurant’s name in Russian translates to “South Korean Restaurant”.
That’s the first time I’ve seen a Korean restaurant go to the trouble
of making that distinction.

P.P.S.  They just put up the “New Year” tree in front of City Hall.
It can’t be a “Christmas” tree since Kyrgyzstan is officially a Muslim
country.  Of course.”

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Letter to Christian at 1 1/2 years old

Dressed for warmth while camping.

Dear Baby,

You are quite the monkey boy these day. Not only do you delight in climbing onto every possible surface in the house, but you ape whatever you see us do. Yesterday in the shower I was amused when I looked down to see you with the scrubby gloves on your little hands, busily scrubbing your face as you’ve seen your father do many times. Then I laughed when next you lifted one leg to the side of the tub (standing balanced on one leg in the tub!), and started to scrub down your lifted leg, as you’ve seen ME do many times.

We also have to speak with caution, because you like to repeat every thing you hear. As a couple of people have told me now, after spending a few hours with me and Christian, they are overcome with an urge to repeat the last word of each of my sentences as Christian unfailingly does. While he likes to say short phrases now (“get it” or “back der”), his favorite verbal activity is naming all the members of the families of the kids he knows. Most often you start with “Anna,” immediately followed, by “Siewa” (“Sierra”) and “Olibur,” etc. Then you move onto Momoca, her brother Senna, and mother Yoshie. Another favorite family group (besides our own – you love yelling for Bella), is naming Ganma, Gampy, and Mak (Granma, Grampy, and Max). In fact you make a point of it every single time we pass their picture in the hallway. If we mention your cousin Sammie, you unhesitatingly remember the pet pig, Oblio. Lots of associative learning going on right now in that busy brain of yours.

You can reach the door handles now, and yesterday managed to open the bedroom door by yourself for the first time. Walking, and even running, is old hat – although you still enjoy the challenge of climbing (and re-climbing) a good set of stairs. Likewise, walking along the top of a narrow brick wall will entertain you for a toddler’s eternity (ten minutes).

Last weekend in Santa Barbara motel room you saw your first bit of TV (a SpongeBob cartoon, whom you already know via the iPod touch) and I was grateful that we don’t have TV in the home. I could see that it would be a hard trap to avoid setting you in front of that mesmerizing machine for a few hours every day.

And deadly too, because there already aren’t enough hours in the day to burn the tremendous amount of energy you have. What are you, a gyroscope? It doesn’t seem possible sometimes, how far and long you can go before dissolving into a cranky heap. The outdoors remains your favorite place, and we’ve been lucky enough to squeeze in a camping trip every month for the last several months. Next weekend we head out to Joshua Tree (Ganma and Gampy’s house), which will be your “wilderness” fix for the week. On weekend mornings anymore, when I ask Chad what he wants to do for the day, he invariably responds with, “Whatever it takes to exhaust the guy.” That means time outside. If we don’t take care of that energy, then it becomes difficult to get you to sleep at night, and your parents NEED THEIR SLEEP!

We love you and you continue to make us grin and laugh. You cheerful sweet boy – how did you get to be a year and half so fast?

Love,

Mama

Photo by Ellen, minutes before he took a tumble (not off the deck!) and gave himself a purple goose egg in the middle of his forehead.

How can you not adore a boy who looks at you like that?

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Babies

If you’re a crazy baby lover like me, you may interested in this new documentary that’s coming out. It tracks the first year of four babies born in four parts of the world: the U.S., Africa, Japan, and Mongolia.

It’s not on youtube yet, so you’ll have to follow this link to see the trailer.

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Sock Love

When I learned to knit as a kid – I think it was as a Pioneer Girl (like Girl Scouts) to earn a badge – my mother passed her knitting equipment to me. I used the heck out of everything she gave me except for a set of five thin metal double-pointed needles; they looked more like  arcane surgical tools than tools to knit a comfy something. For many years, every time I opened my box or bag of knitting stuff, I would see those double-pointed needles clinking about and just shake my head.

Why would anybody go to the bother knitting socks? Socks wear through, socks are hard, and socks are cheap and easy to buy.

But now I know why, because I’ve just finished my first pair. It’s because they FEEL AMAZING ON YOUR FEET. My feet groaned in pleasure when I slipped these socks on. They are a Christmas present for my mother, and they are one of my favorite gifts I’ve made. I love that when she wears them, that my handwork will be keeping her feet warm and cozy. (She’s seen them via skype already!)

My first pair of knit socks.But truth be told, I only knit 3/4s of this pair of socks. When I first hit upon the crazy notion of knitting socks as Christmas gifts, I mentioned it to my friend Sierra.

She was all, “Stop! Don’t buy anything! You can have the pair I started four years ago!”

And there you go, I was suddenly in possession of wool, a pattern, needles, and a half-knit sock, and past the hurtle of starting, which can sometimes be the hardest part. I ripped out and reknit more stitches than I have ever ripped out and reknit in a single project before, but now that I’ve started my second pair, I feel that I’ve got the knack. (Meaning, I could teach YOU how to knit socks!)

Thanks Sierra.

Knitting socks is much easier than I expected, despite my initial struggles understanding the directions. Especially if you are already an experienced knitting. You don’t need more than knit and purl and the ability to read directions. But it would be best if somebody showed you in person.

I used a generic pattern for Worsted Sock-Slippers, and I used about 200 yards of Cascade 220. The directions call for size 5 or 6 needles, but I knit fast and loose and found that size 3 gave me the correct gauge.

I have several other patterns now that I am anxious to try.

The first is CLASSIC SOCKS for the family – which has enough information to make socks in all sizes in fingering, sport and worsted wools. It’s the pattern sold by Yankee Knitter Designs recommended by soulemama. Check her adorable post and pictures of baby socks (on baby feet!) here – if that doesn’t make you want to start knitting socks I can’t be of any further help.

The second is out of the book that the lady who teaches sock knitting at The Yarn Lady uses, which is called Knitting Socks by Ann Budd. I’ve looked through most of it, and yup, it’s good: very thorough and clear explanations for every aspect of sock knitting. It would have helped a lot had I got it before I bumbled my way through that first pair. It’s available through the Orange County public library system.

So, general directions for how to knit worsted slipper socks:

Cast on 52 stitches, and distribute evenly between 3-4 double pointed needles. Join stitches in round, being careful not to twist.

Work 4.5 inches of ribbing in K3 (knit 3) P1 (purl 1) or whatever ribbing and length you prefer.

Heel Flap: the heel flap is just that, a short square where you go back and forth with half of your stitches. The other half hangs out on the other needles, just waiting for you to get back to them.

Divide stitches for the heel as follows:

Row 1 – sl 1 (slip 1 stitch without turning it), K exactly half the stitches (minus the one you slipped) onto one needle

Row 2 – sl 1, P across

Row 3 – *sl 1, K 1, repeat from * across (This is create a reinforced raised ribbing for the heel)

Row 4 – sl 1, P across

Repeat rows 3 and 4 ten more times. (Now you have a knit square attached to your sock ribbing.)

Turning the heel (this is will make the heel turn in an L-shape with strategically placed stitches knit together):

Row 1 – sl 1, K to middle of flap, K2, ssk (slip one stitch as if to knit, slip a second one as if to knit, and then slide the left needle through the front of both and knit them), K 1, turn

Row 2 – sl 1, P 5, P2tog (purl two stitches together), P 1, turn

Row 3 – sl 1, K 6, ssk, K1, turn

Row 4 – sl 1, P7, P2tog, P1, turn

Continue forth in this manner until all heel stitches are worked.

Slip all 26 instep stitches onto same needle (that is, slip all the non-heel stitches onto one needle).

Next row – K across half the heel stitches with one needle. With another needle, K remaining heel stitches, and with that same needle pick up stitches in slipped stitches along side the heel flap. There should be about 10 or so. Be sure to pick an extra stitch at the top of the heel flap to avoid a hole in the gusset.

Using another needle, K across the instep stitches (top of the sock).

Using another needle, pick up the  same number of stitches along the other side of the heel flap, and with that same needle, K the first half of the heel stitches.

The beginning of the round is now the middle of the heel stitches. There should be an equal number of sts on needles 1 and 3, and half of what you originally cast on needle 2.

Shape Gusset:

Round 1 – K

Round 2 – One first needle, K to the last 3 sts at the end of needle, k2tog, k1. On second needle, K across. On third needle, K1 , ssk, K to end.

Round 3 – K

Work gusset rounds 2 and 3 until sts on needles 2 and 3 equal the instep sts (so now you have the same number you cast on)

Foot: Knit every round until the sock is 1 1/2 inches less than the desired length (about where your toes start)

Shape Toe:

Round 1 – on first needle, K to last 3 sts at end of needle, k2tog, k1. On second needle, K1, ssk, K to last 3 sts at end of needle, K2tog, K1. On third needle, K1, ssk, K to end of needle.

Round 2 – K

Repeat rounds 1 and 2 until there are 16 sts left (4, 8, 4)

Kitchener stitch the end closed or use a 2 needle bind off. Both are easy and easily googled.

Tuck in your ends and you’re DONE!

Whew. There, now I can knit socks where ever I am in the world…

P.S. Gauge: 24 sts and 32 rows per 4″

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Montana de oro

As Chad put it, our best Thanksgiving ever. I was only sad not to spend it with Bella, but she spent her Thanksgiving with her dad in Joshua Tree (and was very excited about experiencing Black Friday at the Cabazon Outlet Mall).

North view from the bluff walk.

Another view.

We spent the first day walking along the bluff to the south - this is all walking distance from our campground.

When we hit the fence, we headed inland up Coon Creek.

When we got to the fence we headed inland up Coon Creek.

The air was extra-oxygenated from all the pounding surf, and we felt invigorated, despite having got up at 3 am.

Typical layered sedimentary rock formations along the coast.

A close-up, because I spent the whole trip marveling over the rock.

We managed to use only cloth diapers on this trip - here's Christian reading The Foot Book while on the can.

On Thanksgiving day we spent the morning at a private beach, and in the afternoon we hiked through sand dunes to Hazard Reef.

It was some of the most desolate and beautiful beach I've experienced.

I went for a swim, but as I didn't have my suit, we didn't take any pictures.

The beach went on for miles and we only saw birds.

We hiked through a eucalyptus forest as the sun was setting and got lots of God light.

Back to the parking lot, and then camp, where we had the most delicious roasted chili dogs ever (over a eucalyptus wood fire).

Looking back at the campground entrance from Spooner Cove.

At Spooner Cove this morning, just before leaving for a hotel room and hot shower in Santa Barbara.

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Hands in the air if

you’re thinking about food right now.

Although I thought I would skip the food stress around Thanksgiving – planning a couple night’s worth of meals for camping proved to require just as much foresight and preparation. True, I didn’t make cranberry sauce or pie crust today – but I did manage to make one loaf of fresh bread (to send along with Bella), one batch of oatmeal raisin cookies, one batch of flax muffins, AND several batches of braised cucumbers (they ARE a revelation!) I also ate my way through all the leftovers in the fridge and a good deal of the fresh produce.

We’re all packed up – and ready to hit the road at 3 am – yeah, that’s what traveling with Chad is like, we do crazy things like leave before the sun rises. I am going along with the plan though, because he errs on the side of caution and I don’t mind hanging out with hm over there sometimes. I know that driving five hours the day before Thanksgiving is a risky thing.

This is exciting. Montana de oro is one of those campgrounds that make it onto Best Beach Camping lists and the pictures I’ve seen have been spectacular.

The best part? We get to be outside for a solid 48 hours or so. The baby will LOVE that. (Friday night we’ll check into a hotel in Santa Barbara so we can hose off two days worth of dirt.)

The downer? Missing Tim’s brined turkey out in Joshua Tree. Have fun out there! We’ll be thinking about you.

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The Elves' Faire

Anna with the Acorn Elf

We had a blast yesterday at the 24th Annual Elves’ Faire put on by the Pasadena Waldorf School.

The leather craftsman modeling one of his masks.

Really. Amazing.

Imagine a fair or carnival designed FOR KIDS, but with all natural materials, nature- and magic-oriented, and nearly everything handmade AND nearly 100% green. There was live music everywhere; not only where there at least four different bands (mostly folk and kid’s stuff, but one rock band) but there was also a drumming circle with real drums and tambourines and a musician helping people along. Christian loved that spot, especially because there was an old table top in the middle that kids were jumping on as a makeshift see-saw (he just stood there and kept his balance while OTHER kids jumped up and down).

At the drum circle

And lest you think that sounds too airy-fairy, the games for the kids at the back of the fair were brilliant and imaginative. There was JOUSTING FOR KIDS! Two kids got to stand on a low balance beam and knock eachother about with gaily colored long padded sticks. No blows to the head were allowed – and it seemed to be mainly a game of balance and you could see the kids having a great time.

Other great games:

Walking a maze on stilts.

Maneuvering through a “labryinth” blindfolded.

A jumpline rigged with a tire horse: the kid (or grown-up!) got to wear a knight’s helmet and carry a jousting stick and try and catch the grass ring on the way down. (And the volunteer parent running this ride? JOHN C. REILLY!)

And there were others I didn’t even get to.

There were cool rooms and areas to visit, like the Doll Room (all kinds of Waldorf dolls for sale), Pixie Town (play area for toddlers – with things like small hills to climb and a rowboat full of sand), the Wishing Well (the school store filled with beautiful treasures), the Bake Shoppe (great baked goods and coffee), the Silent Auction and on and on.

Anna and her favorite heavy baby.

The fair was peopled with elves in full regalia and when we arrived there was an jester elf sitting on the ground with his legs splayed at the entrance playing his pipe. It was a great image but I was so in wonder that I forgot to take a photograph. Other favorites were the Pocket Elf, who had on a multi-colored coat with huge pockets. If you gave him a ticket, you could reach in one of his pockets and pull out a prize wrapped in tissue paper and raffia. We also loved the Acorn Elf who carried a large staff and was covered with pins and necklaces made from large lovely real acorns.

Another highlight was the Elves and the Shoemaker puppet show put on by the teachers. It was very inspirational as we’ve been doing (shorter and simpler) puppet shows at our weekly Waldorf in the Woods playgroup. There was a lot of singing and the traditional candle-lighting at the start of the show. I was captivated.

We loved the whole thing and will definitely be back next year. YOU SHOULD COME TOO.

P.S. It was the kind of place where the honey vendor had a display of live bees. The queen has a blue dot on her thorax.

Can you find the queen bee?

P.P.S. There were tons of craft booths for the kids too.

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The Sound Wood Makes

I don’t what sound wood makes, but you could ask Christian.

One of his favorite pastimes is to “plug” a pair of old airline headphones into a small hole in a wooden pestle (as in mortar and pestle) and walk around “listening” to it.

Must make some cool noise that only kids can hear.

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