Yuck

Sour!
Originally uploaded by riblet.

Ira has a pretty firm concept of the words "yucky and gross." Just like that. If something looks unappealing to him, it's "yucky....and gross." Puddles are yucky and gross. Garbage is yucky and gross. Poop is the end all be all of yucky and gross. Not his poop though. I don't want to give the kid a complex. Though if we see animal poop at the park or wherever, that poop is yucky....and gross. Today he started judging food as yucky or not, much to my lament. I brought some left over curry lentils and potatoes (delish!) to the park today. Ira saw it and instantly declared it "poop." Later as I was cooking some tomato-onion-garlic mixture, he asked to be lifted to see it and then declared that "poop" as well. Oh, brother. Hand this kid anything that looks like fruit or a cookie and he'll gobble it down and yell "mmmm...good!" I can't help but feel totally bummed about Ira's thought's on my food! I know he's just a baby, but what a hater!

He says cute things

Potential Halloween costume
Originally uploaded by riblet.

This week Ira has been cracking me up with cuteness, which is nice because on the other side of this lurk some awful tantrums. Here are a couple good ones:

1. "Haaa nerrr....a hat!" - Singing Hat Nerd by the Four Eyes.
2. "Domo! Mama, Domo! Oh, a Domo! Mamaaaa!" - Upon seeing all the cute Domo signs and toys at Target.
3. "Dada!" - He says this as he brings me an empty beer bottle from the recycling. I'm just happy he's not saying mama instead.
4. "Isaac, soooo iiiiidde!" Cracking himself up remembering the Slow Ride duet he sang with Isaac when he was over this week.

OMG. My wasp sting from last week still itches!

Wasps!

Angry Wasp--- |DANGER|
Originally uploaded by s_nazari.

No, not Martha Stewart types. The insect kind! We've had a problem in our back yard with wasps before, but I thought it was over. Wrong! I went out back yesterday to water some plants and when I went for the watering can, a wasp came out of nowhere and went straight for my forearm. It attacked me several times, each strike feeling like an electric shock, before it finally bit or stung me. Ouch! If you are wondering if this hurts, GD right it does! I grabbed Ira and ran in the house to inspect the sting site. It was red and super tiny, but my arm felt like it was on fire! I washed it off quickly in water and ran to check the internets for advice on how to treat it. There being no immediate relief for it, I iced it, then put some ointment on it and hoped for the best. It swelled a little and continued to hurt though the evening. Today it looks like a freckle, but I'm still a little sore. This incident has left me wondering, what do wasps have against me and why are they such dicks about it?!

On the cheap

I love me some Bariani olive oil, but that stuff ain't that cheap. We usually get ours from the farmer's market, where I think an actual Bariani sells it to us. I love using it for salad dressings and any other dish where it can stand front and center. If it weren't so much, I'd use it for my everyday sauteing and roasting. Hell, if it weren't so much, I'd bathe myself in it. Instead I've been using some cheap stuff from Trader Joe's at about $4.99 a bottle. So you know I was thrilled when I found my precious Bariani at the co-op for a mere 18 cents an ounce in the BULK section! How could I have missed this before? In the bottle, I'd been paying around 65 cents an ounce for it, so the bulk price is a real steal, comparatively. I can't wait to run out of our cheap oil so I can load up on the Bariani.