What's in the bag?

My dedicated diaper bag that I've used for the past 2+ years is dirty and worn, with the faux leather losing its shiny coating. I don't need to haul around so many diapers anymore, so I'm switching back to a real leather tote. It's an unusual opportunity for me to review exactly what I'm carrying.

My bag contained:
  • four diapers, small pack of wipes, small tube of Desitin
  • rubberized sheet — the changing pad that came with the bag was much too small for any child bigger than a newborn
  • plastic grocery sack for containing dirty diaper
  • spare shirt & pants for little bro
  • spare pair of underwear for big bro
  • cloth prefold diaper that was originally used as a burp cloth, now for wiping messy faces
  • handful of individually packaged Purell wipes that big bro keeps collecting from Chick-fil-A
  • blank notepad
  • assorted gift cards to restaurants
  • sustainable seafood quick reference guide
  • rosary and pocket prayer book
  • thumb drive on a key chain
  • two generic BandAids and one alcohol antiseptic wipe
  • miniature bottle of hand sanitizer
  • folding miniature hair brush
  • maxi pad and tampon
  • three pairs of ear plugs
  • two lip balm sticks: a minty one for me and a plain one for the boys
  • pocket pack of tissues
  • baby nail clippers, regular size nail clippers, tweezers
  • wallet
  • my eyeglasses and contact lenses prescriptions from 2012
  • big bro's handwritten/stamped vaccination record, not updated since 2012
  • nine postage stamps
  • three pens
  • package of large crayons
  • coupon for ice cream from today's supermarket trip (free samples!)
  • key chain with keys, pocket knife, frequently used store tabs
  • extra key ring filled with lesser-used store key chain tabs
  • string bag in case I need to carry even more stuff
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Cooking Master Boy

Cooking notes for future reference: meatsauce

  • 1 pound ground meat, in this case, extra-lean turkey
  • 1 pound Italian sausage without casing, in this case, mild
  • 1 can pasta sauce, 24 oz. garlic & herb
  • 2 6 oz. cans tomato paste (next time go with 1 12 oz. can)
  • Salt
  • Garlic powder
  • Bay leaves
  • Basil
  • Oregano
  • Cumin, just a pinch

I browned the ground turkey in a pot, seasoning it right when it went in, breaking up the clumps every minute. After the first turning over, I added the sausage. Next time could include minced garlic & onion while browning.

I transferred the meat to the slow cooker on top of the bay leaves and added one can of tomato paste, followed by the pasta sauce. On checking a couple hours later, found the texture to be more watery than I wanted, so added the second can. Mixture seems to fill 6 qt. cooker to less than half full; consider the 4 qt. cooker next time. This entry was originally posted at
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The only real times I have free to compose blog posts, I'm not in the right headspace for it. I think I might be able to write right now, but considering that it's 12:30 AM and I have to take the kiddo to school tomorrow, staying up any later isn't wise. Suffice to say I'm feeling down.

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Life in a nutshell

Since last November, I have:

  • December — Moved, with child and dog, across the country to return to our old location of 2011

  • March — Moved back across the country to the same state where we lived in 2012,  two hours' drive away from my parents' house

  • April — Had a baby (another boy)

  • July — Traveled some thousand miles to visit my grandmother, together with my parents, husband, and both sons

Life was a bit hectic for me, December through May.  Now that we're unpacked again and I'm starting to adjust to life with two children, maybe I'll find a bit of time here and there to write journal entries; but the greater portion of any writing time must go to my mommy blog.  Babies grow and change so quickly.

Backdated because this failed to crosspost from Dreamwidth.
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Adventures of the subconscious

Dramatic chase dreams last night. The first was creepy, but in the second one, my cab driver was a protoceratops from one of the outer boroughs. He was also the form of transportation. It was a sort of school/mobster/dimension jumping mash-up: organized crime had taken over school administration and joined forces with the dinosaur mafia, so they were after my taxicab buddy too.

I wouldn't mind seeing the rest of that movie.

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Going shampoo-free: a question for the chemists

I've been doing the no-shampoo thing for about a month.  I cut my hair boyishly short over the summer, and I thought it was a good opportunity to try this method of cleaning my hair with baking soda solution and apple cider vinegar solution.  I was a little apprehensive about the baking soda and used only two teaspoons instead of three teaspoons (one tablespoon) dissolved in eight ounces of water.  What I found is that this proportion is very mild for me, and after a couple weeks I stopped using the apple cider vinegar.  I've been washing my hair once or twice a week, applying the baking soda solution to my crown and then rinsing out, and the only difference I can tell from when I used shampoo and conditioner is that it takes longer for my hair to get greasy, hence the infrequent washing.  (The bigger difference was from cutting my hair short: it reduced my time in the shower by around 66%.)  So, I'm sold.

The puzzling thing, though, is that the baking soda solution actually lathers up a little bit as I scrub it into my hair.  I see suds.  What causes that?  There are no suds in the bottle.  Is the baking soda reacting with my hair oil?

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Two links

First, an example of how our democracy isn't working properly. Reuters: New homes burn faster, but states resist sprinklers
NEW YORK (Reuters) - In Scottsdale, Arizona, any new home must come equipped with fire sprinklers, a decades-old rule lauded by fire safety advocates nationwide. But 12 miles away in Phoenix, city officials are not even allowed to discuss adopting a requirement like Scottsdale's, because of a state law passed last year.

The same is true in Texas, Alabama, Kansas and Hawaii, where in the past four years state governments have enacted bills forbidding cities and towns from requiring sprinklers in new homes. A dozen have forbidden statewide building code councils from including the requirement in their guidelines.

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Second, an Ursula Vernon short story: Bluebeard's Wife
She really hadn’t known.

No one believed her, of course. The more sympathetic among her friends said “Oh, poor Althea, you must have been terrified, of course you couldn’t tell anyone.” Her detractors—her sisters foremost among them—all said “Of course she knew. She just didn’t care. Those poor women.”

No one had actually suggested that she might be involved in the murders, of course. Once the bodies had been identified, it was obvious that she had still been in the nursery for most of them. The youngest of the lot had been dead for several years before Lord Bluebeard moved into the neighborhood, so no one could imply that she was a murderess herself.

Still, she’d kept silent, went the whispers, and that made her an accomplice, didn’t it?

She caught herself wishing that her husband were still alive, so that she could talk to him about it.

[story continues]
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