I’ve been following a “fitness inspiration” tumblr for a few weeks because I am ridiculously lame and it’s actually been really helpful. It’s basically just a lot of exercise tips and pictures of good healthy food. More than anything it’s reminded me that the end goal isn’t to work out 24 hours a day and eat 0 calories, which is sometimes hard to remember when you’re trying to get in shape (not that I do anything remotely resembling either of those things).
So, yeah! Helpful, healthy tumblr! Positivity! Awesome!
Did a little snooping on who runs the thing and it’s actually a very overweight 13 year old. I am mercilessly bummed out. Just bummed the fuck out.
Now every time I see a fitness tip I am going to cry my eyes out. Forever. It’s ruined.
The baba man is sick :’(
There has never been anything more pathetic than a sick baby.
I’m close on his heels with that inner heat you know is going to manifest in any manner of horrible ways.
What to do? What to do?
Make a garlicky, vegetable packed soup to chase away the demons.
Lou’s Chunky Split Pea Soup
2 tbsp Olive Oil
1 yellow onion, diced
6 cloves garlic, minced
2 stalks celery, chopped
1 leek, white and 1/2 of green part sliced thin
1 giant carrot, peeled and sliced super thin with mandolin (I improvise with a veggie peeler)
2 tbsp adobo spice
1 tbsp Italian spice
1 tbsp Hungarian Paprika
1 tsp red pepper
S & P to taste
2 1/4 Cups dried split peas
1 quart vegetable or chicken stock
1 quart water
Step 1:
Prepare Vegetables
Step 2:
Saute Onion, garlic, celery and leek in Olive oil in a large stock pot on medium heat for around 5 minutes or until tender. Do not brown.
Step 3:
Add carrots and and all spices. Continue to saute for 2 minutes. Making the carrot strips as thin as possible is integral to the success of the soup.
Step 4:
Add stock and water. I used a homemade chicken stock from my friend Carter’s amazing poached chicken recipe. Bring to a rolling boil, then cover and simmer, stirring occasionally between 1 1/2- 2 hours. You’ll need to skim the froth off the top a couple times.
The end result should be a chunky, delicious sludge of healthy goodness. Serve with fresh radish, scallion and black pepper to make it extra tasty.
Proceed to eat on the couch snuggled with your sick little man watching Pocoyo.
So the other day when I posted a picture of George and said it was from “around a month ago”, it turns our it was actually from early October.
Whoops.
At least it made me take out the camera today.
Looking good son!
“I know, Mom.”
10 months.
It’s a pretty magical age. He can walk and eat pretty much whatever despite only having one tooth.
Showing off said tooth on Christmas Eve.
He is obsessed with music. His dancing is really a sight to behold. Dude definitely already knows how to party.
So yeah. I am in possession of a handsome, noisy, baby tank who is almost a year old.
It still blows my mind.
One more because this outfit is out of control.
Oh George!
It’s been a pretty perfect day.
Had a definite dose of much needed New York magic.
In the daily grind of noise, smog and smelly people, it can be easy to forget why we choose to live here.
And then this happens:
Shane offers to stay home with the baby while I go into the city. Sweet lord thank you! G is in that phase of mobility with no ability to reason. Basically a toddling, smiling, smashing disaster. It’s pretty terrifying. And adorable.
I head over to Strand to pick up Steven Heller and Lita Talarico’s Graphic: Inside the Sketchbooks of the World’s Great Graphic Designers, which I had decided to treat myself with for a bit of New Year’s inspiration. It’s on a top shelf so I climb up the conveniently placed ladder to grab it. I then realize I’m in a precarious situation of holding a giant book and attempting to climb down a wobbly ladder (seriously Strand, that thing is a law suit waiting to happen) so I ask the gentleman in the aisle with me to hold the book while I descend.
It’s Steven Heller.
IT’S STEVEN HELLER.
He laughed when he looked at the cover and said, “Good book.”
MMMHMM.
I know it’s not a huge celebrity sighting or anything, but as someone who has just recently decided to go full steam ahead in becoming a graphic designer it felt like a pretty big “You Go Girl!” from the universe.
Happy New Years!
It’s been a while, poor little neglected blog. G’s been growing and being amazing. He just turned 10 months and is walking a bit. Saying a few words. Wearing jeans like a fucking boss.
My sweet city baby around a month ago:
I’m really looking forward to the coming year. Hopefully I’ll develop some self-discipline and make the things I want actually happen. I think the best way to go about this is to not make any strong statements. A guaranteed way to ensure I’ll fail at something is for me to proclaim it’s going to happen.
“I’m going to wake up early and exercise!”
“I’m only eating whole and healthy foods!”
“I’m only having one glass of wine tonight!”
Nope, nope, and yeah right.
I have been drawing more lately and have made a huge decision for my future which I am beyond excited about. I’m also pretty happy about my hair right now.
Bring it on 2012.
WANT
Please deliver to the US Monki.com
Occupying this marker.
Look at this kid!
LOOK AT HIM.
The neighbors won’t stop playing music that sounds like what a Polish person would have committed suicide to in 1968. Come on y’all. COME ON.
