adventures in babysitting

since the youngest of my babysitting charges is now finished with college, and kind of a grown up, i figured it was time to go back to my roots and get my babysit on again. it's been quite a long time since i've babysat, as i'm not sure if watching Winston all these years counted.Babysitting_henry_004
so it worked out well that Sam and Mark had cause to celebrate in the city--Sam's parents' 40th wedding anniversary--and needed a sitter. enter, Justin and i (ok, the whole Thurston/Lovey thing* had a good run, but in my dotage i grow lazier still and having to remember additional names is tough. so done and done-- it's all about reality now) who filled the bill in that (a) we love Henry lots; and--the perhaps determinative factor--(b) the rest of their trusted babysitting crew was going to be celebrating along with them. however it came about, J and i were excited to give the babysitting thing a go, even going Babysitting_henryout there a couple of weekends ago for a Henry-gets-put-to-bed demo**.

armed with detailed written instructions, as i'd requested, we then handled the parents-leaving-kid-not-noticing-they're-gone moment with aplomb. and the multiple episodes of Dora on DVR definitely helped our cause. (here's a quick Dora query-- is every episode one where they have to get to a thing/destination, they whip out the map, have three stops on the way, and try to avoid Swiper who is more likely than not riding a handcar like the Wile E Coyote in a Road Runner cartoon?) we played some stacking games, sorted shapes and before we knew it, Henry was fed, in PJs and we'd gone through Goodnight, Moon. into the crib he went, and then that was it. not a peep.

although i had brought my camera to take lots of pictures, i soon learned that photographing an eighteen-month old is *way* harder when you're the one watching him. this was my only photo op after Sam and Mark had departed:

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instead, there are many photos of me intently staring at and listening to the baby monitor to make sure Henry was moving/breathing, once we had put him to bed:
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then, there was Justin, also ever vigilant--just not regarding Henry--re: the Final Four:
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all in all, babysitting was a success. it didn't hurt that we had the most perfectly cheerful and fun little guy under our care. (and, no, this does not mean one of our own is in the works-- this kid thing is way hard work. and i am way way lazy. so TBD, ok?)


* besides, EvilA has retired from blogging and doesn't even read my blog anymore anyways. (i'll pour one out for the formerly rantastic fellow).

** this was totally at my our own insistence as Sam and Mark could not be more easygoing and required no such prep work on our part. yes, i am neurotic.

play ball

because i am all about "anything worth doing is worth *overdoing*", i sort of handled T's fantasy baseball draft as if it were a child's baseball themed birthday party. this was no easy feat, considering T was resistant to a me-catered affair, insisting that "we usually order pizza and everyone is fine with that." happily, during one of our countless weekends out of the city, visiting friends, the Garster let me know that pizza was not the ideal, just what had been previously provided at drafts of yore.

since i have come to learn that the best men are "fueled by bacon", i set about making up a brunch recipe that would cover the important pork-product category. what i came up with was french toast sticks with bacon belts (sorry for the utterly uncatchy, yet fully descriptive name-- marketing was never my thing). i then took a few different french toast recipes and altered them according to my needs. a little Alton Brown for a recipe base, and doubles it--adding vanilla, real maple syrup and using 1 cup half-and-half + 1 c. milk instead of all half-and-half. and instead of cooking the french toast in the oven on racks, i just used a buttered cookie sheet. before baking, i sliced each piece of french toast into thirds.  then took bacon (which i had parcooked in the microwave) and cut each slice in half, wrapped the bacon around the french toast stick, tucking the ends under, and baked for 15 minutes or so at 375 degrees F. although i forgot to photograph it, the sticks were a major hit. (even though T neglected to give everyone plates, preventing his fellow drafters from enjoying the sticks with syrup, as was my intent and, indeed, the very reason i sent out a tray with the sticks, two types of maple syrup, napkins and *plates*).

but the pièce de résistance was the little cupcakes i made to look like baseballs. (ok, to vaguely resemble and, thus, evoke thoughts of baseballs):
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i just frosted devil's food cupcakes in vanilla and then used thin red fondant strips to emilate the stitching. these were so cute. oh, if only T and his friends were five year old children at a place like Shep Messing's Soccer World* or Sal's Baseball Academy. alas, the novelty and coolness may have been wasted on this crowd.

ah, what can you do... (clearly, not stop baking and turning out overwrought, way-too-involved desserts.) now i just need to sleep. last night's overabundance of lychee martinis (at Chola with the Lamps) followed by too much more wine at Chez My Parents (a/k/a where we live these days. yes. still) has taken its toll. and chasing this guy around the apartment sure didn't find me any new energy:
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at least there's still Sunday to regroup.


* although, according to the internet, there is no such thing as Shep Messing's Soccer World, i *know* it existed at one point in time. in fact, as the only (or at least one of the only) girls attending Todd Kussin's elementary school birthday party, i am 99% positive that during an indoor soccer game, i was so dedicated to defending my team's goal (no joke, as left-fullback) that i dropped my shoulder and stood my ground as Lowell Simpson came downfield and BAM! gave him a bloody nose.

new tricks?

back in the day (1981 or so), my mom tried to be rational with me and use positive incentives (i.e. cold hard cash), to get me to do some basic chores. ever the lawyer, i suppose i wanted it committed to a written contract, so she couldn't try to change terms on the fly or--the horror--renege.  see below for that contract:
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well, here we are 27 years later, and still i have a hard time with all of these save #3. (and without live-in help, the housekeeper's day off is now seven days off so, yeah, that one's way tougher now too). T is horribly sad seeing this list and realizing it's not just that i've picked up some new habits in regard to being sort of a lazy ne'er-do-well unfond of straightening up, being polite and lending a hand. i, frankly, take solace in the fact that i've *always* sucked and, thus, am not going downhill but am holding strong! 

it really is amazing though that my character and who i am today, is kind of who i was when i was six. scary? un peu.

that's right-- you can say that a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, Raph Waldo Emerson-- i know how to stick to my guns. whatever the consequences.

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Jack (1999 - 2008)

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Jack (1999-2008)

last night, or rather early this morning, my parents' cat Jack died. Jack was kind of clumsy, always adorable and had the sweetest personality. sadly, for the last few months, no doctor could figure out what was wrong with him-- he was limping a bit and also seemed a bit shier, but was still the sweet cat we knew.  on Monday, fairly suddenly, we realized things had taken a turn for the worse and my mom brought him to the vet's office.  the doctors didn't think anything was seriously wrong with him, but kept him overnight for some tests and observation.  when my dad brought him back home last night, my mom could tell that he was really unwell. they brought him back to the vet at 9pm or so and they were going to run some more tests.  then at midnight the phone rang-- he'd had a seizure.  then at 1am, the vet called again to let my mom know he had died, despite every effort. they said he did not suffer, so that's comforting but the whole thing is still shocking.  we will miss him a lot and so will Winston, as the two of them were kind of BFF.
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NYSD? (so much better than NOCD)

did i ever tell you about the time (yes, singular, because i am so not the socialite i would have been were the choice up to me) i was in the New York Social Diary? it must have been a light news day, as T, my brother and Lil E all were published in our "support a good cause" finest.  this time it was a benefit for Riverkeeper, which i discussed at some length in the past, even how thrilled i was that i was (for once) snapped by Patrick McMullan*.  i kind of forgot all about it, until i googled my own name and lo and behold:
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there i am! and they even used the picture where you can't see my full leg brace!! how awesome!!
(scroll about four fifths down the page to see me).

and, yes, this may be a lame post but i know Frank is reading now, so i feel the urge to post more often than just occasionally.


as an update, i was *not* photographed at Robinhood, so the dream died pretty quickly.

wheeeee!

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so if you came home and saw the above how excited would you be???

it's the Nerf Wii Sports Pack! yayyyyyy!

ok, not so much. because here's the catch-- *we* don't have a Wii.

for some reason, my mother (with whom we *still* live as renovations continue) decided that it was important to buy not one, but two of these Wii Sports Packs. somehow, not as important to buy an actual Wii with which we might use said Sports Packs.

O. Henry never even dreamt up this one...

wax on, wax off: a travelogue

so a couple of weeks ago i was in for a real treat. just before a grueling day of Sunday errands--Home Depot (in NJ) and Home Expo (in Westchester), T and i paid a visit to the Carwash King. and you have no idea how fun it was. though i was sans real camera, i still had to document the perk of my winter season--

the King let me ride *inside* the car during its wash at his fab new carwash in Kearny, NJ (The Kearny Auto Spa, for those of you in need of excellent car washing). now maybe to some of you this is no great thing, but trust me, ever since pesky insurance rules have gotten in the way, most car washes make you get out and send your car through by itself.  indeed, the Kearny Auto Spa has such rules.  lucky for me, i was exempt and got to relive the car wash fun of my youth.  (according to the King, his friend's four year old son enjoys the car wash ride almost as much as i...)

here is my adventure, about to begin! (yes, i was made to sit in the passenger seat, lest i steer into the wall or something. T declined to join me because he has maturity beyond mine):

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from inside the tunnel (where normal folk merely watch their cars get cleaned, T and the King hang out, mocking me, no doubt):
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there's T again!
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each color soap does something really important towards cleaning your car (or else it just looks cool. yay! rainbows!)
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getting rinsed:
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now a better documentarian than i would have remembered to take a picture of the freshly cleaned car. but i am not that good! instead, i will leave you with a photo of the awesome diner where we were taken to lunch (photo by Nesster [Flickr]:
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you may also note the highlighted sign, which prompted me to ask, "what are 'Cheesecake Cocktails'?" because that sounds gross, no? as it was explained to me, they are letting you know that they have both a) World Famous Cheesecake and b) (presumably not World Famous) Cocktails. ah, the mysteries of life...

what to expect when you're expecting

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for instance, if you were pregnant and had registered for lots of wonderful baby things, you might expect the above the email.

thing is, i'm *not*. so why is Amazon sending Thurston emails claiming that i have psychotically delusionally prematurely registered? no clue. but i can tell you this-- after the last store with a registry tried to blow me up similarly. (See Bloomingdales Wedding Registry T and i a box of wrapped-in-white glasses off of our registry from a then-very-not-yet-engaged *me*).

i may be crazy (just a bit), but i say now for all the world four people who may or may not still read this since my posting has been, shall we say, sporadic:

i have never registered for anything before the said thing was in the works.

of course, a few days later, we did receive an "oops" email from Amazon, explaining that the Baby Registry email was a technical glitch. but for those few moments after T received that "someone bought you a gift off your baby registry" email, i could tell that the theme from Psycho was playing in his head. (it's not like i have been walking around speaking in a British accent or anything. sheesh!)

internet registries, why are you trying to make me look insane?

i'm nicer than you thought

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/01/25/AR2008012502100.html

Photo Clues Lead to Camera's Owner
By BRIAN BERGSTEIN
The Associated Press
Saturday, January 26, 2008; 1:58 AM

-- At dusk on New Year's Eve, Erika Gunderson got into a taxi in New York City and entered a digital-age mystery. Sitting on the back seat was a nice Canon digital camera. Gunderson asked the driver which previous passenger might have left it, but the cabbie didn't seem to care. So Gunderson brought it home and showed it to her fiance, Brian Ascher. They decided that the only right thing to do was to find the owner.

But how? The only clues were the pictures on the camera: typical tourist snapshots, complete with a visit to the Statue of Liberty. How could they find a stranger among the huddled masses?

Gunderson is busy in finance for Bear Stearns Cos., so the detective quest fell to Ascher, a 26-year-old law student at New York University. He was on winter break and eager to put off writing a paper about climate change treaties.

He checked whether anyone had reported a matching missing camera to the city's Taxi and Limousine Commission. No dice. He placed ads in lost-and-found sections of Craigslist but got just one response _ from a couple in Brazil who had lost a camera in a cab on Oct. 12, not Dec. 31.

"I guess they thought their camera had been riding around in a taxi for two months," Ascher recalls now, chuckling at the notion that such a thing would be possible in New York.

The 350 pictures and two videos on the camera showed several adults, an older woman and three children. Half put them at New York sites like the Empire State Building. The other half had the group enjoying warm weather and frolicking at kid-friendly theme parks.

Ascher easily pinpointed Florida. The group had stood in front of a sign indicating Clearwater, Fla., and posed at Bob Heilman's Beachcomber Restaurant there.

They also took a pirate-themed boat ride where the kids got mustaches painted on their faces. Ascher zoomed in on the group to see name tags on their shirts. He spotted an Alan, an Eileen, a male Noel and a female Noelle, plus a Ciarnan. Under their names was written "IRE."

When Ascher checked the videos, he saw nothing telling, just the children dancing and swimming. But in the background, he heard Irish accents.

OK, Ascher figured, the camera's owner is from Ireland.

Ascher called Canon's Ireland division to see if anyone had registered the $500 camera's serial number. No such luck. He posted ads on Irish Web sites. Nothing.

He checked the date stamp on the photos from Bob Heilman's and called to inquire whether anyone remembered serving a big Irish group that day. Without the diners' last names, there was no way to check. It's a nice thing you're trying, the manager told Ascher, but you probably just found yourself a new camera.

Enter some fresh eyes. Ascher's mother, Nancy, and sister, Emily Rann, scoured the pictures for clues he might have missed. Nancy was particularly confident, having reunited people with their lost belongings before. She once found a California woman's wallet in a cab in Florence, Italy, and spent all day on her trail before making a handover at an American Express office.

"I thought, with all this data in the camera, there's no way we're not going to get it back to them," Nancy Ascher says now. "I was hoping it wasn't going to take a trip to Ireland, flashing their pictures everywhere."

Ascher's mother and his sister noticed that one of the pictures showed a doorman helping someone into a New York taxi. Zooming tight on the doorman's uniform, they made out the logo of the Radisson Hotel.

After several phone calls and a visit to the hotel to show the pictures around, Nancy Ascher persuaded an employee to search the Radisson's guest records by first name and country of residence. Indeed, a Noel from Ireland had stayed there on the date stamped on the photo. Nancy Ascher charmed the hotel employee into sharing the guest's e-mail address.

Wonderful.

Except that when Noel responded to Brian Ascher, he said he hadn't lost a camera.

By now, school was resuming, and Ascher was prepared to give the camera to his mom so she could take over. She had figured out the name of the Florida pirate-boat cruise and was trying to reach its operator.

But first Ascher took a final look at the photographs.

He pored over some from Dec. 30 that didn't include the children. The photos showed signs for bars in Manhattan's East Village: The Thirsty Scholar, Telephone Bar, Burp Castle. There also were multiple interior shots of a tavern, but they didn't seem to fit with what Ascher knew of those other three bars.

Then he stopped on another picture, showing two people outside an apartment building. Seemingly accidentally included in the picture was something Ascher had missed the first time: an awning in the background that read "Standings." Aha! Standings is a bar next to Burp Castle. Ascher checked its Web site, and the interior matched the pictures on the camera.

Ascher found Standings' owner, who reached the bartender who had worked Dec. 30. Yes, he recalled an Irish group. Especially because one of the women was a big tipper and said she worked at another New York City bar, Playwrights. The Standings bartender called Playwrights to ask which employees had been in his bar.

Ascher soon got an e-mail from a woman named Sarah Casey, whose sister Jeanette works at Playwrights. Suddenly everything Ascher had seen on the camera came to life.

The Caseys recently had hosted relatives and friends from Ireland. The group included their friend Alan Murphy, who had journeyed to Florida with family before heading to New York, where the clan stayed at the Radisson. (Their Noel was not the Noel whom Ascher e-mailed.) Murphy ended the trip kicking himself for leaving his camera in a cab in the twilight on New Year's Eve.

Sarah Casey agreed to send it to him. It didn't go to Ireland but to Sydney, Australia, where Murphy lives now.

Murphy, an insurance underwriter, had been devastated to lose the pictures from a trip he had planned for years. It was Jan. 10 _ his 34th birthday _ when he heard he would be getting the photos back. "I was over the moon," he says now. "Best present ever."

"I owe you one," he wrote to Ascher. "It's good to know there are some honest people left in the world."

Photo Clues Lead to Camera's Owner

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Brian Ascher and his fiance Erika Gunderson pose for a photograph in New York, Wednesday, Jan. 23, 2008, in Standings, an East Village bar which was the last piece in a puzzle to track down the owner of a Canon digital camera Gunderson found in a New York taxi on New Year's Eve. The couple tracked down the camera's owner in Sydney, Australia. (AP Photo/Kathy Willens)
Brian Ascher and his fiance Erika Gunderson pose for a photograph in New York, Wednesday, Jan. 23, 2008, in Standings, an East Village bar which was the last piece in a puzzle to track down the owner of a Canon digital camera Gunderson found in a New York taxi on New Year's Eve. The couple tracked down the camera's owner in Sydney, Australia. (AP Photo/Kathy Willens) (Kathy Willens - AP)

everything old is new again

so about that moving business, after just-shy-of 13 years (more like 3+ for Thurston) in our old apartment, we closed on it last week. and i have to say, i am *way* more nostalgic than i thought i'd be. after all, we're getting a bigger place with my long coveted very own bathroom. (sharing was never my forte). but, unsurprisingly, i built up about a million memories in good, old 8D, so it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday it.  here i am trying to do:
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(ok, so i won't miss those closet doors, but still...)

and then the other part that makes it hard? this is what we left behind:

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and this is what we're getting:
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(yes, that's wall paper *on* the shower door. not pictured--same wallpaper on the ceiling too).

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oh, yeah, and there's also the punch in the gut perk that while we gut the newly purchased, yet very old, apartment, we are (again) living with my parents on the Upper East. so the wind? it's been taken a bit out of my sails. the new place will be awesome when it's eventually done, it will have the kitchen i've always dreamed of, the aforementioned bathroom of my own, and better views. but until then, oof, it's hard out here for a pimp.

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