- what cora might look like if I don’t lay off the sushi.
sooo, I talked to my mom on the phone yesterday and she informed me that she was sitting on the back porch swing (which is one of my favorite places… the back deck at their house looks straight out into old-growth douglas firs… it feels like a treehouse) knitting a cardigan for the baby from the same yarn that she used to make my very adorable knit tank top from last fall. I hope you people are grasping that my mom is something of the original domestic goddess. sigh. I feel guilty because I have not knitted a damn thing (and yes, I do know how)… all I seem to do is surf the internet and eat and lay around on the couch when I’m not at work. I think this is probably justfiable on some level seeing how I am working over 40 hours a week, but still. I could be considerably more productive than I am.
So I got out the knitting books and resolved to get started on the above project… I love this picture. I’ve had this bizarre fantasy that the ethnic food you eat while pregnant could somehow affect the ethnicity of your child, and if this is true, Cora will be Japanese. I have not managed to stop the sushi, and am just trying to stay within mercury quotas, etc… I love fish so much… especially fish of the raw sushi bar variety. And, in my defense (and Cora’s– who might not be so much Japanese as retarded when all is said and done) there is just as much literature suggesting that the lipids in fish will make your child brilliant. So I’m trying not to worry too much about it and just enjoy my sushi when I feel like it.
Also, admittedly, I am a little smitten with the idea of the United Colors of Benetton Family (a la brangelina) and would be fine eating only african food for a whole pregnancy if I thought it would give me something other than a pale skinned caucasian baby.
Henry, as usual, thinks I’m a little crazy, and has been going about his usual business (cooking and brewing beer with his friend Omar):
Henry and his ribs
clean recycled bottles.
July 23, 2008 at 12:27 am
Those beer bottles are going to look a lot better when they are filled with yummy beer. I think Henry needs to get some ribs ready for the celebration of this latest brew.
July 23, 2008 at 6:05 pm
ok, i even married a dark guy from puerto rico (see above bearded guy) and still ended up with little whiteys. maybe next round i just need to eat more tostones. yum.
and yay for knitting and beer-making. seriously, don’t move.
July 23, 2008 at 11:38 pm
Abby you are too funny! I had a dream awhile back that you could just buy Mexican babies at the grocery store! And I bought one!!! She was the cutiest little girl ever!! There she was sitting on the shelf near the bread… I picked her up… put her in my cart… and went shopping for food to feed her. Now I know… just eat lots of Mexican food and I can have my very own little Mexican baby… I won’t have to buy her! : )
July 25, 2008 at 4:04 pm
I ate so many peaches when i was pregnant with silas (to the tune of 40lbs in less than a month). he came out with a fuzzy blonde head and a rosy complexion…apparently the peaches trumped all the curry. with priya, it was bowls of bananas with peanut butter and chocolate chips (i’m sure you’ve not crossed that line). give me a call sometime, you busy thing.