While at a store, have you ever seen a wee babe let out a piercing scream?
You know, the kind that makes you fear for the expensive wines?
Worse, have you been at a store and had your own wee babe let out a piercing scream?
You know, the kind that makes you want to pretend this is someone's child.
Someone other than you, that is.
Well, I've been in the former situation many times before I was a parent and a few times after.
The times before I had a wee babe of my own, I thought to myself... perhaps the child is hungry... maybe she's tired... Oh, that poor mother, I wish there was something I could do to help. I'm a kindhearted soul that way. I never got annoyed at the screaming irrespective of how loud, how close, or how persistent. I smiled my kindest smile to the parents and was certain that it would never be like that for me.
When I took Tej to stores (we mostly just went to grocery stores) he was an angel. He slept, or sat strapped to my chest in his baby wrap and gurgled at me, occasionally sucking on my chin. If other, mostly older babies had their screaming episodes, Tej looked at them with interest. He never joined in. The two of us went about our business, paid for our goods and walked back home.
If you had to pick a sound track for us, you would be spot on choosing Louis Armstrong singing What a wonderful world.
For over a month now, Tej is happy and alert when we go to grocery stores. The main attraction of this joyous jaunt being - sitting in the shopping cart and being pushed around. Now children learn remarkably quickly and while my son was perfectly content with just being pushed around a few weeks ago, he soon demanded to hold the shopping list (which he invariably ate and then I couldn't remember what we needed), then he insisted on holding cans (so I had to rush to the first aisle that had cans and give him one to hold), then came the 'I want to touch Everything' stage, which also fortunately I could entertain as long as we were in the produce aisle. All I had to do was make a circuitous way to the coconuts, Ooh-ing and Aah-ing along the way. The moment he touched (and now sees) a coconut, he clambers back into the shopping cart. Yes, yes, I'm also very devious despite being a kindhearted soul.
Now of course he grabs things on his own, especially in stores where the aisles are narrow and holds on to grabbed object with pride till Mama's done shopping. When we get to the cash registers, I simply make a switch. I pick up one of our items that has already been billed out and again, Ooh-ing and Aah-ing I hand it to my son, replacing it with whatever it was he had acquired as we bustled through the aisles. Hey, you call it devious, I call it ingenious.
Moving on.
On our most recent trip to the store, my son, through quite a remarkable amount of arm-stretching and some brute strength pulling, acquired a foil baggie of something. I absentmindedly tried taking it from him in order to replace it on the clip it hung from and was instead confronted by a shrieking noise. I kept pulling and I kept hearing shrieks. Which is when my (still) sleep deprived brain made the connection that the shrieks were coming from my son. I looked at him. Clearly, that was HIS red foil baggie. I apologized, kissed him on the forehead and giving him my grocery list as a peace offering, we went on.
You know what I was thinking right? That I would do my devious 'switch' at the cash register.
It didn't happen. When we got there, Tej's hands clenched the bag so tight his nail beds looked white. I offered him apples, bananas, a can of tomato paste... no deal. I said, "Fine, at least let me pay for it."
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!
I looked around me. There was an older couple behind me, looking annoyed and impatient. There was a young man with a skull cap and headphones on, who looked my way - so clearly Tej had drowned his music out. There was another mother a couple of registers down whose eyes darted from Tej to her own child, probably worried if he'd set her baby off as well. And in the midst of all this, the lady at the register said, "Don't worry about it, I can still ring it out." She stretched that handheld bar-code reader towards Tej's hand and 'beeped' the bag. At which point, of course, my son let go of his precious acquisition in a quest to obtain that fascinating, red light bearing, beeping, coiled wire adorned object.
Tej: "Mmm... Mmmm... Mmmm...."
Lady: Oh honey, I'm sorry! I cannot give this to you.
Tej: *wide eyes
Me: I'm so sorry
Lady: Oh don't worry about it. He's probably hungry or tired.
Me: Umm...
Lady: Is there anything else I can do to help?
Me: No, thank you.
And as she waved goodbye to Tej I could almost hear her think, "It will never be like that for me"
Well, you know, I did have nine solid months with my baby being perfectly well behaved in grocery stores with absolutely no effort on my part. I suppose what we need now is new tricks to keep him entertained. After all, I think what he really wants, is to be involved.
So sing on, sweet Satchmo, I can still hear you over the shrieks and I'm loving every bit of it.
Oh! That was quite a tangent wasn't it. The reason I told you all that was because I wanted you to know that I recently bought a bag of freeze dried raspberries (which I really didn't want) thanks to my son. When we got home and tried them, they were so tart my face was puckered for five minutes.
I didn't know what to do with them. I couldn't just throw them away. So I thought to myself:
What goes well with raspberries?
Dark chocolate.
Do we have dark chocolate at home?
Yes. Chips.
Shall we make raspberry- chocolate chip cookies?
Yes. We should. Clearly, the universe has willed it.
Recipe below: This really is quite delicious.
Yields approximately 46 cookies using a cookie measuring scoop to portion out dough balls
(I could tell you exactly what measure mine is, but I would have to get up and trek all the way to the kitchen. I'll tell you soon though, I promise)
All purpose flour - 2 cups
Eggs - One whole egg + one yolk
Brown sugar - 1 cup
Granular white sugar - 1/4 cup + 2 tablespoons
Freeze dried raspberries (powdered) - 5 tablespoons
Butter (room temperature) - 1 and 1/2 sticks
Baking soda - 1/2 teaspoon
Salt - 1/2 teaspoon
Vanilla extract - 2 teaspoons
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F
Sift the flour, baking soda, salt, and powdered raspberries.
Cream the butter and sugars together until well combined. Add the egg, egg yolk, vanilla extract and whisk again. I use a hand-held electric mixer to get this done.
Add the sifted flour-raspberry mixture to the butter-sugar-egg mixture and mix it till just combined.
You might see a few threads of dry flour in this mixture but be careful not to over mix. I stopped using my electric mixer at this point and switched to just using my hands.
Portion the dough into little balls and flatten them on to a parchment lined cookie sheet.
Bake for 15 to 20 minutes. It takes 17 minutes in my oven.
You know, the kind that makes you fear for the expensive wines?
Worse, have you been at a store and had your own wee babe let out a piercing scream?
You know, the kind that makes you want to pretend this is someone's child.
Someone other than you, that is.
Well, I've been in the former situation many times before I was a parent and a few times after.
The times before I had a wee babe of my own, I thought to myself... perhaps the child is hungry... maybe she's tired... Oh, that poor mother, I wish there was something I could do to help. I'm a kindhearted soul that way. I never got annoyed at the screaming irrespective of how loud, how close, or how persistent. I smiled my kindest smile to the parents and was certain that it would never be like that for me.
When I took Tej to stores (we mostly just went to grocery stores) he was an angel. He slept, or sat strapped to my chest in his baby wrap and gurgled at me, occasionally sucking on my chin. If other, mostly older babies had their screaming episodes, Tej looked at them with interest. He never joined in. The two of us went about our business, paid for our goods and walked back home.
If you had to pick a sound track for us, you would be spot on choosing Louis Armstrong singing What a wonderful world.
For over a month now, Tej is happy and alert when we go to grocery stores. The main attraction of this joyous jaunt being - sitting in the shopping cart and being pushed around. Now children learn remarkably quickly and while my son was perfectly content with just being pushed around a few weeks ago, he soon demanded to hold the shopping list (which he invariably ate and then I couldn't remember what we needed), then he insisted on holding cans (so I had to rush to the first aisle that had cans and give him one to hold), then came the 'I want to touch Everything' stage, which also fortunately I could entertain as long as we were in the produce aisle. All I had to do was make a circuitous way to the coconuts, Ooh-ing and Aah-ing along the way. The moment he touched (and now sees) a coconut, he clambers back into the shopping cart. Yes, yes, I'm also very devious despite being a kindhearted soul.
Now of course he grabs things on his own, especially in stores where the aisles are narrow and holds on to grabbed object with pride till Mama's done shopping. When we get to the cash registers, I simply make a switch. I pick up one of our items that has already been billed out and again, Ooh-ing and Aah-ing I hand it to my son, replacing it with whatever it was he had acquired as we bustled through the aisles. Hey, you call it devious, I call it ingenious.
Moving on.
On our most recent trip to the store, my son, through quite a remarkable amount of arm-stretching and some brute strength pulling, acquired a foil baggie of something. I absentmindedly tried taking it from him in order to replace it on the clip it hung from and was instead confronted by a shrieking noise. I kept pulling and I kept hearing shrieks. Which is when my (still) sleep deprived brain made the connection that the shrieks were coming from my son. I looked at him. Clearly, that was HIS red foil baggie. I apologized, kissed him on the forehead and giving him my grocery list as a peace offering, we went on.
You know what I was thinking right? That I would do my devious 'switch' at the cash register.
It didn't happen. When we got there, Tej's hands clenched the bag so tight his nail beds looked white. I offered him apples, bananas, a can of tomato paste... no deal. I said, "Fine, at least let me pay for it."
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!
I looked around me. There was an older couple behind me, looking annoyed and impatient. There was a young man with a skull cap and headphones on, who looked my way - so clearly Tej had drowned his music out. There was another mother a couple of registers down whose eyes darted from Tej to her own child, probably worried if he'd set her baby off as well. And in the midst of all this, the lady at the register said, "Don't worry about it, I can still ring it out." She stretched that handheld bar-code reader towards Tej's hand and 'beeped' the bag. At which point, of course, my son let go of his precious acquisition in a quest to obtain that fascinating, red light bearing, beeping, coiled wire adorned object.
Tej: "Mmm... Mmmm... Mmmm...."
Lady: Oh honey, I'm sorry! I cannot give this to you.
Tej: *wide eyes
Me: I'm so sorry
Lady: Oh don't worry about it. He's probably hungry or tired.
Me: Umm...
Lady: Is there anything else I can do to help?
Me: No, thank you.
And as she waved goodbye to Tej I could almost hear her think, "It will never be like that for me"
Well, you know, I did have nine solid months with my baby being perfectly well behaved in grocery stores with absolutely no effort on my part. I suppose what we need now is new tricks to keep him entertained. After all, I think what he really wants, is to be involved.
So sing on, sweet Satchmo, I can still hear you over the shrieks and I'm loving every bit of it.
Oh! That was quite a tangent wasn't it. The reason I told you all that was because I wanted you to know that I recently bought a bag of freeze dried raspberries (which I really didn't want) thanks to my son. When we got home and tried them, they were so tart my face was puckered for five minutes.
I didn't know what to do with them. I couldn't just throw them away. So I thought to myself:
What goes well with raspberries?
Dark chocolate.
Do we have dark chocolate at home?
Yes. Chips.
Shall we make raspberry- chocolate chip cookies?
Yes. We should. Clearly, the universe has willed it.
Recipe below: This really is quite delicious.
Yields approximately 46 cookies using a cookie measuring scoop to portion out dough balls
(I could tell you exactly what measure mine is, but I would have to get up and trek all the way to the kitchen. I'll tell you soon though, I promise)
All purpose flour - 2 cups
Eggs - One whole egg + one yolk
Brown sugar - 1 cup
Granular white sugar - 1/4 cup + 2 tablespoons
Freeze dried raspberries (powdered) - 5 tablespoons
Butter (room temperature) - 1 and 1/2 sticks
Baking soda - 1/2 teaspoon
Salt - 1/2 teaspoon
Vanilla extract - 2 teaspoons
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F
Sift the flour, baking soda, salt, and powdered raspberries.
Cream the butter and sugars together until well combined. Add the egg, egg yolk, vanilla extract and whisk again. I use a hand-held electric mixer to get this done.
Add the sifted flour-raspberry mixture to the butter-sugar-egg mixture and mix it till just combined.
You might see a few threads of dry flour in this mixture but be careful not to over mix. I stopped using my electric mixer at this point and switched to just using my hands.
Portion the dough into little balls and flatten them on to a parchment lined cookie sheet.
Bake for 15 to 20 minutes. It takes 17 minutes in my oven.