|Excited to go see his cousin. In his "blue train" hoodie!|
(2) Joe has a new "camera face" now. As of yesterday, this is what happens when I tell him to "say cheese!"
|Adorably dorky "cheese."|
(3) With his third birthday looming on the horizon, I've started really trying to work with Joe on potty-training. Up until now we've been vaguely encouraging Joe to use the potty, but Joe hasn't shown much interest (and you know, hasn't been that verbal), and we haven't gotten very serious about it. Today I bought him some Thomas the Tank Engine underwear, which he was really excited about until he realized it was supposed to go on instead of a diaper. At which point, he demanded that I put his diaper back on. Hm.
According to Dr. Sears, "If your toddler is going through a generally negative mood in which he resists all interventions and his vocabulary is limited to the two-letter word 'no,'" hold off on potty training for a few more weeks and catch him at a more receptive time. Problem is, Joe's been in an, ahem, "negative mood" for like, the past year. So. Wish me luck!
(4) We got a big bag of Meyer lemons from our neighbor, and so far we have made:
(a) Preserved lemons. Sliced lemons packed in kosher salt and their own juice morph into a soft sour-salty-bitter pickle that is delicious in Middle-Eastern cuisine, and in our house, salad dressing. The high acidity brine keeps the lemons from going bad for up to a year.
|Warning: The combination of salt and lemon juice will eat through anything, including mason jar lids.|
(b) Unphotographically hideous, but nonetheless delicious glazed lemon cookies. They got slightly burnt, and the glaze is clumpy. Even by the "homely goodness" standards of this blog, they do not make the aesthetic cut. However, they are sweet and lemony and you can eat around the burned bits.
(c) Grog. That's lemon juice with rum, hot water, whole cloves, and cinammon.
|Mug of grog. This batch of lemons is strangely warty and lumpy, but still has that unmistakeable Meyer sweetness.|
|"Hey, I need this to prevent scurvy."|
Obviously, I did not partake in the grog (oh, the sacrifices we make for our unborn children!), but from the exclamations of "Ay ay, Captain!," "Arrr!," and "Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!" I'm hearing from the kitchen, I'd guess it's pretty good (and definitely effective).