The new crib - I doubt he'll ever fall asleep in it.
John's crib has finally arrived! It was supposed to arrive Saturday, but we had a snow squall storm. I couldn't even see the house across the street for most of the day, so the delivery guy turned back. Mike came home early - he couldn't even see traffic lights. It was pretty dangerous. He picked up the phone when the delivery guy called to reschedule - they spent a few minutes swapping driving horror stories.
John loves the crib, though I think he finds it too exciting to sleep in just yet. I sat him down in the middle, and the first thing he did was shimmy over to the side, and pull himself up with the bars, laughing the whole time.
When I laid him down in it, he tried to crawl. He can't yet, but when he tries, he winds up going backwards. So, after a few minutes I looked over, and he had backed himself into a corner, and his legs were sticking out between the bars. This is going to be fun.
He's feeling much better - he can digest again, which is nice for the person who has to change all those diapers. That would be me. No more fever, or cough. He still has a runny nose though, so no baby rhyme time for us again tomorrow. Probably a good thing - my parents are coming for a visit, and I'd have to go straight from there to the airport. This way, John can still have his morning nap and lunch at a regular time, so he'll be more sociable in the afternoon. Hopefully, the last of it will be gone in a day or two.
I've been trying to make perogies for Mike - the real kind, not the frozen ones. What masochist invented this recipe!? I'm reading it, I'm thinking, wow, that sounds so simple. I can do that. I make the filling, I make the dough, and I start rolling. And filling. And pinching. And rolling. And filling. And pinching. Eight hours of labour later, I don't even have enough to feed one person - especially not one with an appetite like Mike. I froze what I had, and we had beans for dinner instead. They've consumed my life for days now. I think I might actually be able to serve them today, and not go to bed hungry. I don't even want to cook them. I sneak a peek in the freezer now and then, just to marvel at how so much effort can fit into such a tiny space. It seems a shame to eat them - they are a monument to slave labour.
I'm never doing this again, until we have an army of children, all old enough to join a perogy assembly line. I'll call it Ma Walchuk's labour camp.
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Hi D-in-Lw. Boy, is John growing! Wow.
Neat crib. If you don't mind the suggestion, invest a couple of bucks in the 'bumper pads' set that will go all around the sides of it - Sears and almost everyone sells them. It will stop legs and arms from going through and frantic wails in the middle of the night when he can't figure out how to get himself free. We should have left those on his Dad's bed until he was, oh, fifteen or so....might have kept him in bed at night!
Perogies! Yes, they are work! Alice found a recipe for dough that was a little easier to make - 2 parts flour and 1 part sour cream. Nothing else. It also added a little flavor. Of course, Alice used to put crumbled cooked bacon bits, fried onions, butter and everything else into the filling. My Dad always said that she made the best perogies he had ever tastes. It still takes an entire afternoon to do any kind of a batch. Most people who make them will get together with a friend of two and spend and afternoon making several hundred, then split the cost and the perogies. Makes the work go by FAR easier. We just gave up and started buying the suckers for convenience sake. Don't eat them any more though - another food group that went away due to diet.
Love to all of you - P in Lw
Unfortunately, we were told no bumper pads. Under a year, they've been shown to increase SIDS, by stagnating the air in the crib, and making the baby rebreathe his own breath. Once they can stand - which he can - they can use them to climb out. A double whammy. The medical community is lobbying to make them illegal. The nurse who runs our Parentlink class said they pushed for 10 years to have booster seats mandatory, and now they are. She said it's just a matter of time before bumper pads are illegal - the body of evidence against them is too big to ignore. We'll see how it goes without one. Usually, he shimmies to the top corner of the crib to sleep, so hopefully, all limbs will stay inside.
Isn't it great how times change. In our day you threw the kids in the backseat & took off with the car. Bumper guards for cribs - who heard of them? One of our friends had to put in a hook & eye from wall to crib as the kid rocked all the time & the crib would move all over the bedroom. You would be sitting in the living room playing cards & the banging from the bedroom betw'n wall & crib went on.
Making perogies ranks right in there with making cabbage rolls - both mucky jobs which Steve & I or friends would do together. One of my friends was a teacher & we would make perogies together then stay for supper on a Sat. afternoon, of course drinking beer as we worked - Bruce asked if that was all Mrs Chyz knew how to make?
Tell you what if the dough is still in the freezer we can make them together as I plan on being there to see the tulips come up. That is barring strikes, etc.
A friend promised her husband she would make him perogies & she figured that you put the potatoes/cheese mixture in one big dough wrap & boiled it. Can you imagine his surprise?
I couldn't figure out how to access the journal & went in as anonymous, same as I do for Vicki.
Since Daryl was here there is never a failure with pulling up John - he has his own link.
Snow is still coming down & it's nice not to have to go out. Car is running great & I'm still trying to trap the darned ermine. I think he's gone south for the winter. He's unusual as he likes to eat my plants & chocolate - a true Geraldtonian - does not go with the flow.
Enjoy your column, love Great Gram
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