Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Thanksgiving Eve, Basically

Okay, seriously. I have to figure out this Picasa photo limit error I'm getting. I was going to post some really fun pictures and now this whoozit is telling me I've reached blogging photo memory my limit? Yeah right. So much for an easy way to share photos!

I've got to stop typing questions like above because my question mark key is literally jumping off the keyboard and into my hand when I press it. It all goes back to an unfortunate incident involving spilling ginger ale all over the eastern quadrant of my keyboard and then having to remove every affected key and clean out the undersides. Well apparently I broke the plastic piece that holds the question mark in place and two years later the thing has revolted. The dumb thing is that I never even drink ginger ale.

But I figure I'll just keep typing here and see what happens.

We're approaching the holidays and I am feeling...good. We volunteered to host Thanksgiving for the first time and I'm ready for the challenge. Actually it's just been an exercise in delegation up to this point, clearing the way for me to focus on the turkey.


Let me tell you, the last two days of thawing these seemingly benign monsters has been a little more than I bargained for. To clarify, there are two of them. It seems that when you tell everyone you're in charge of the bird this year, you get a fabulous amount of advice. And I'm no slouch when it comes to taking advice, so I'm going with "two small, not one big." The only problem is I pretty much have nowhere to put them since we have a side-by-side fridge where the freezer and fridge sides are super narrow. And it's not like they just sit there! They're basically alive and wreaking havoc as they continue to thaw and leak everywhere. I don't remember this from childhood.

That being said, I don't go down easily. Tomorrow I brine them and we go from there. But seriously, thawing and dealing with this much meat is something that deserves to be a once a year activity at best. Sure, there are fresh ones, but this information really isn't helping me right now.

In other thought planes, what's going on?

I'm not sure why, but yesterday at work I took a break from whatever excruciatingly mind-bending order shortage research I was in the middle of to look up the definition of my Myers-Briggs personality type, INTJ. This personality type goes something like this:

Imaginative, thoughtful, fascinated by possibilities, new ideas and new ways of improving. Independent and autonomous, strongly analytical mind and a clear awareness of your goals. Achievement is extremely important and you define success in your own terms rather than follow a conventional path. Calm, assured and somewhat reserved. Excel at organizing both your own life and other people, and can be relied on to honor your commitments. 

Somewhere I also read something that this type of person can be a bit of a lone wolf and not always want to express him or herself to others because the complicated ideas and concepts would be difficult to explain and not fully appreciated. I can tell you that this is completely me. I do have a lot of, well, concepts and stuff that I think about that aren't weird but are just...a lot. After reading Henderson the Rain King in high school I had an extremely strong nostalgic streak towards old school 80s Minneapolis, don't ask me why, since nothing in the book had anything to do with Minnesota. See?

I kept reading about INTJ and learned that they supposedly make up 3% of the male population and 0.8% of the female population, whereas some of the other personality types represented percentages of upwards of 17% of women. That's a big disparity in type.

Of course I puffed up with some pride at falling into a "different" category, but when I thought about it for more than five seconds, I realized it actually explained a lot about me. I truly do feel different or set at a distance from people a lot of the time, but the funny thing is...I like it. Maybe that sums up INTJ right there. The danger is that people can easily come to the conclusion that you're arrogant or elitist when that couldn't be farther from the truth. I care very much about making people feel comfortable and included and heard but admit that I probably have some blind spots. I'm not always the greatest shoulder to cry on. But for the most part, INTJ is definitely not the "I don't care what you think and I'm better than you" personality. It's something more like being imaginative and conceptual with a major an independent streak, and sometimes being hard to read, but still wanting to be accommodating and reliable to others. And being very achievement oriented. I guess I can only speak for myself.

Any any rate, this is where I ended up tonight just typing what I was thinking. Turkey and Myers-Briggs. Has it been done before??

Thursday, November 8, 2012

A few fall photos

Zanna is 17 months old as of yesterday, and here we are at one of her favorite places: the dog park. Not so much of afraid of dogs, this one! Well actually the really big ones scare her but small dogs are definitely her cup of tea.

We took Gus to the Lake of the Isles dog park last weekend and there were luckily lots of little dogs for Zanna to boss around. Gus used to fall into the dog-park-go-crazy category, but now at the age of five he spends most of his time endearing himself to the other dog owners and occasionally greeting the dogs.

Zanna is a full-fledged toddler now. She's super talkative and active and with the exception of big dogs in close range, generally fearless. I'm thinking about finding her some sort of toddler gym class because she loves running around and climbing on things but doesn't get to do a whole lot of this at home with the hardwood floors. Or perhaps our general unwillingness to line all levels of the house with foam padding.

She knows a few bits of sign language and these have come in really handy. She does please, more, bath, all done, and food. Maybe a few others but these are the main ones. She's saying a bunch of words and the newest ones are apple, baby, and puppy, and she's started pointing out the baby in one of her books. She's little by little figuring out how to say different words and not surprisingly gets a little frustrated when she can't quite say something yet, especially since it's obvious how much she understands. She will go get her shoes or jacket if I tell her to and is really good at following directions (when she feels like it!).

Z's first real chore is that she feeds Gus every day. She gets out his bowl and Micah helps her put a scoop of food into it. Then she hands Gus his morning treat bone. Then in the afternoon after we all get home, she gets the food bowl ready again. It's cute how much she likes this. Sometimes she'll haul Gus's entire food container out of the pantry at a time other than 6:30am or 5pm and we unfortunately can't oblige. Otherwise we'd have one fat pug. One fat pug, mind you, who is feasting like a king on flying people food at dinner.

Which leads me to my next point: finicky eaters. All the literature says this is when many toddlers start getting particular about their food. And they would be correct. I say this as someone who doesn't give up easily. 

Zanna's diet at home mainly consists of peas, blueberries, strawberries, cheese, pumpkin seeds, applesauce, yogurt, those little sesame sticks, pizza, the fruit pouches that come in fabulous fruit/grain combos like Pear Barley. (To which we say "Ha! You reject the zucchini I offer you, but did you know you're eating barley right now?! Even I don't like barley!) 

Okay, so not bad stuff. Just not necessarily broad in category. I actually am kind of afraid she's going to turn into a grape based on excessive fruit consumption. She once ate five tangerines in a row until Nana  cut her off. 

Z used to eat just about anything, but after roughly 12 months of age, veered off on a journey called Oh, I'll Let You Know If I Want It. Which is fine. It's an assertion of toddler independence, I get it. We just keep offering her different things, avoid crap, and try to keep changing it up. She's just not so into meat and a number of things whose common thread we can't put our finger on yet. 

But the fact of the matter is that when a kid doesn't want to eat something, the jaw is pretty much wired shut and it's case-closed. Have you tried putting something offensive (like squash?) in a child's mouth lately? Getting a chemical engineering degree form Harvard would be easier. But, we'll keep offering. Sometimes we make a huge deal about something like broccoli, with both Micah and me gushing over it and acting like we're wondering where it's been all our lives. That once set up a great "Hey, me too!" moment that resulted in Z actually consuming a respectable amount of green vegetables. Unfortunately, she was on to us after that. 

The funny thing is that at daycare, where they make everything on-site and keep it healthy (read: lentil soup), they tell us she eats everything. Positive peer pressure much? I've also been informed that my daughter loves quesadillas. Oh really? Apparently only when Lucy makes them because she blatantly rejected the one I made her after learning this!  

In general, Z is a fan of the salty-savory and not so much the sweets, with the exception of fruit, for which we might as well start buying stock in frozen blueberries. I don't know how much to believe the idea that kids pick up on preferred flavors in utero based on what their mothers ate, but I can tell you that overall her tastes are strikingly similar to mine. I fall into the same salt-biased category but still eat a lot of fruit. I know I ate a TON of fruit when I was pregnant, and my only real pregnancy craving, aside from just wanting to eat a lot, was grapefruit.  

But, if she does end up like me, she'll be eating a healthy share of Eskimo Pies eventually, but just happen to love quiche more. At any rate, she's doing fine in the food department. 

I leave you with a picture of the cousins. It's so awesome that Zanna is old enough that they can play together now. Cute stuff.