The students have wrapped up their classes for the fall, and that includes Molly’s class, so Molly wins a small bit of time back each week, until January when it all starts back up again. And the holiday break is sneaking up on us now, as it is to everyone, and though I’d like to say we’re making all sorts of heart-felt little crafty personalized gifts for everyone, mainly we’re just ordering something from Amazon every single day. Silas can lead me infallibly to “go get our boxes.”
We had a few of Molly’s student-workers (not the right term) over for dinner the other night, and I made a chipotle-butternut squash soup from a Rick Bayless recipe. I love his recipes although they take three times more work than I’m usually willing to give, and in this case the soup came out screechingly spicy, despite my intention to make it mild. I have no control over the spice levels of my cooking recently. It’s become routine, and I soon expect Molly to boycott any of my ethnic cooking attempts (I can keep cooking Polish and Canadian food, I think.)
On Monday we’re having all of Molly’s students over for dinner, all 16 of them, so I need to get on that. That’s going to be a doozy and I always make these occasions harder than necessary. I’m thinking ceviche!
We’ve had a horrid mouse infestation the past two weeks, culminating in my purchase of several more humane traps. The mice had munched a hole in the back of Ella’s dog-food bag, so I can understand the attraction. If Silas and Ella like dog food, then mice will probably eat it too. We cleaned up the dog food, set out the traps, and proceeded to not catch mice. There is doubtless easier food down the dorm hallway somewhere.
Silas is asleep now, as he walked up to me earlier and said again “I very tired….” Sometimes he says this just so I’ll fetch his pacifier, as naps are the only opportunity we’ll give him. I gave him his pacifier before his nap and he climbed up on the big bed, threw it down behind the headboard and said “I can’t reach it! Daddy reach it….” If I don’t get his binky he’ll never nap, if I do get his binky then he’s successfully played me… You can all surmise what happened.
I didn’t take any respectable photos of Silas this week, though I did shoot an event at a friend’s dorm event where we set up a hand-painted beach background and shot dramatically lit cheese-ball portraits. That shoot necessitated I buy a few more camera accessories, which may well end up being my Christmas presents. So I chased Silas around this morning trying to get his portraits. He didn’t cooperate, ran me in circles, knocked over my light-stand and bent the umbrella, so I basically gave up. The below photos testify to that. And I’m ok with that. I very tired.
He wouldn't even play his Keytar for me
"Don't take my picture!" He said that.
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