Week of January 1, 2002
On New Year's Eve, Scott and I traditionally make homemade pizza. This is something I would do with my parents, trying to make something wonderful out of an Appian Way pizza mix. It was hokey, but it was still fun. I loved having a holiday that was just my immediate family.Eventually I figured out how to make dough, and began to enjoy kneading the bread and making the pizza, and our experience evolved. Scott and I still loved making New Year's Eve a no-pressure holiday just for us, having the evening to lounge around with pizza to look forward to when I eventually finished (the pizza making process always seemed to take longer than it should). We gave up staying up until midnight a while ago, but we still feel like we're celebrating on New Year's Eve, even without the late hours and champagne. Do we get points for saying we were up at 3 a.m. or 4 a.m. on New Year's Day? Not STILL up, but up.
Unfortuantely the holidays were on Wednesdays this year, and it was an awkward timing for the 31st. Two work days, then a day off, and two more work days - not terribly relaxing. I finally realized I was dreading making the pizza dough and thought perhaps it was time to re-work our tradition. I wanted an evening heavier on the speed and ease, and lighter on doing everything when I got home from work.
Solution: Bertucci's sells pizza dough, $1.59 for enough for a large pizza. Hooray, we've found a convenience product that's actually a convenience! We picked up dough and our New Year's Eve became instantly less stressful. Roll and bake, yay. (Although I'm still getting the hang of our pizza stones.)
Owen greeted his piece of freshly created pizza with complete disinterest. The only kind he seems to enjoy lately are the Celeste-Pizza-for-One's we have stashed in the freezer. Everything else is met with the same lack of enthusiasm, even though just a month ago, he loved fresh pizza. This is our future, things are embraced and rejected at random, and our job is to just keep presenting them anyway.
We were a little disappointed, and then just decided it was more for us. And we were now able to enjoy having sausage on our pizza, something we would never have indulged in just for ourselves. Thanks Owen!
Oh, and at the start of the week, Owen had his 18 month appointment. He's gone from being around the 25th percentile to the 65th, so we weren't imagining it, he had a tremendous growth spurt. He seems to grow out of things first in his torso, which is long for his size. But this time around, he grew right out of his 12-18 overalls too! He was in 6-12 month forever, and then leaped into 18-24. Oh well, I guess you can never truly predict this sort of thing, and if you wait to buy the clothes as needed, it's hard to get good deals, get what you want, or get what's right for the weather. Thank goodness I got the extra snowsuit on EBay.
His current stats: 26 lb, 15 oz, 32 ¾ inches and I think his head is at 47 cent. That's stayed at 25% straight through, he must have my pin head. :-)
The rest of the week Owen was a bit fussy and ate very little. Side effects of his vaccination, or perhaps the beginnings of what strikes next week…..Croup!
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