Eliza is a Recluse

Our pediatricians have put the fear of H1N1 in us; we're told that if Eliza is exposed to a group of 5 or more strangers in a public area that she'll catch the plague and will suffer developmental consequences that will restrict her to a school like Vassar. The horror! Don't fret - soon enough we'll have some pictures of Eliza (and, maybe us) that aren't in our humble abode. In the meantime you will all just have to take the ones at good old Princess Drive.

"Sup."


Eliza knows how to get comfortable.


We did ask Leigh to sign a standard release so we could use her pic.


Not our Christmas card. But it could have been!


Some morning activity time with Mommy and Grammie...


...which Eliza finds hilarious!


Quite a stare and...


...quite a smile!


Busy day! Quality napping time!

Faces

Eliza will go through an entire 3 act play's worth of facial expressions in the time it takes for her to make a fresh diaper...not so fresh. That is, to say, rather quickly. Here are some of our favorites from the past couple of weeks!

Surprised:


Unhappy:


Pondering:


Approving:


Hysterically laughing at something we said:


And finally, one of our favorites - sleepy:

Update!

An update of sorts, because it will be mostly pictures. That seems to be what the people want, as opposed to the two of us going on and on about diapers, late-night discussions with Eliza about how we sleep at night, baby clothes, seriously considering buying stock in whoever makes baby wipes and keeping her sequestered from the omnipresent H1N1 virus.

So, on to what people care about: new(ish) pictures:

1st Bath and not happy about it.

Future Wildcat?

Future Mary Washington roommates?

Eliza needs a matching #12 jersey!

All ready for her 2nd Thanksgiving!

1st photo released from shoot!

Our friend Erik came earlier this week and shot nearly 600 photos of Eliza who, by the way, was quite into being photographed. She made nary a peep the entire shoot. There were a couple of shots that Erik wanted to get while she was sleeping but she was quiet and alert for the 3 or so hours that Erik was at the house. Even a mid-shoot snack didn’t get her to doze off. Thanks, Erik, for your time! Erik’s blog is linked on the right hand side and his professional website is http://www.erikmaziarz.com/. Look him up if you have anything you want photographed!

Home!

On Wednesday the two of us took a little car ride into New Haven. Today, three of us left for home. Yes, the nice people at Yale snipped off the baby anti-theft device/anklet and off we went. We still haven't been issued a baby license yet, so I'm not entirely sure this whole thing is totally legal, but we're going to lie low here until the heat wears off. Until then, here are some shots from the eventful past few days.

Erika needed double confirmation that Eliza was, in fact, a girl.

2 tired girls!

Eliza and Gramma.

2 guys and a girl.

3 generations.

Dana + Eliza.

Todd couldn't wait to hold Eliza! Seriously.

Shelly regaling Eliza with tales of Joe Pa.

Lauren is a pro.

All ready to go home!

First steps in the house as...a dad!

Almost time for sleeping. Or not.

Eliza is Here!

Here we are at Yale-New Haven hospital, just the three of us. Many more pictures to come - thousands, likely - but here's the first one of the newest Chapin family! This is literally minutes after Eliza arrived!

The Nursery

For whatever reason I've been procrastinating on doing this nursery blog. Maybe it's because I am awesome at procrastinating and do so whenever I can. You would think I'd have learned by now. Nope. Anyway, today is Erika's due date and so far the verdict is NO BABY. So we're going to go out to dinner, I'll slip a jalapeno into Erika's beet salad and we'll see what happens. In the meantime...check out where this kid is going to spend the first 65% or so of its first few months.

This kid better be a good reader! Many books courtesy of our friends at Hopkins and Watertown High School!

Erika's rocker - quite comfy, by the way. I see myself spending time there, you know, not breastfeeding.

That is one SHARP changing table!


Note the vintage old school Red Sox cap. That's mine!

Changing the Changing Table

There are a couple books written on what kinds of things to buy when you're expecting a baby. We've now read them all and are currently rereading they just in case we missed any gems of wisdom. One of the near-universal suggestions in these books was that we didn't need to buy a separate changing table. So we didn't. What the authors of these books apparently didn't have was a mother that saved a changing table for 30 years!

When we picked up this table things looked pretty grim. But, as we've proven with our house, a coat or three of paint can work wonders. We consulted our books a ninth time to see what kind of paint we should use so the baby wouldn't contract scurvy or plague from the paint fumes and proceeded.

Which is dirtier: the table or the outfit?

This project looks pretty easy. You know what's not easy? Trying to sand, prime and paint in the little crevices of 87 little dowels. There was a point where I thought we might just go with the "distressed" look, saving me the time of priming. And there was another point when the primer itself didn't look so bad. But we ultimately decided that our kid deserved a painted changing table and the job was seen to completion.

Much better! Plus, no dirty Redhook shirt!

...And After

So it's not totally finished - the electrician still needs to come and do some electrician stuff - but it's mostly done. You know, kind of like how Cary Elwes was mostly dead in The Princess Bride. But it's functional and we're approximately 187% happier with this room than we were with it's drabby former incarnatinon. It's weird how you get so used to something that you don't realize how really, really bad it truly is. Such was the case with the "before" version of this room.

Unlike the previous bathroom renovation, we hired people to do most of the work. Again, I'm fine with paying someone to cut and install the tile. They're quick, competent and nice to work with. For this job the only work that was done ourselves was the demolition, vanity and counter installation, faucet installation and...that might be it.

Anyway, this project will likely put renovations on a bit of a hiatus. The baby is due in less than a month (and I'll say this again: we're always late so this kid will probably be, too). We have this house in a state where it's comfortable, functional and livable. And that's not really even giving it enough credit.

Anyway, on to the after pics:

Those wires are supposed to be there!

Slightly nicer counters...

I installed the curtain myself!

Probably could have used another shelf.

Before

We're pretty hesitant to post these pictures as our master bathroom was such an embarrassment. We should have called this blog "Look How Shitty Our House Was!" It's amazing what you don't realize when you look at a house and decide to buy it. While doing a walkthrough of this place we were told (by someone very wise and sagelike), "You know, you're going to have to paint all this wood trim." We though it was no big deal...100 hours later, we realized the implications of this fragment of the project. Anyway...away from that digression and back to the crappy bathroom.

It was a lovely shade of blue that brought to mind a beautiful sky or a rolling ocean. I imagine it was supposed to be tranquil and/or peaceful. I don't even think they sell this color at Benjamin Moore anymore. Check it out; this is why we debated just showing the "after" pictures.
I am more certain that they don't manufacture a toilet in a matching color. The original interior designer of this room found a shower stall that was closely matched, but not quite. I had to do some work on this shower awhile ago and pulled out a hair clog that was older than me. I named it Carl (no pics, though).
The sink was supposed to look like a single slab of marble that had been carved out to create a sink. It was a joy to break apart with a sledgehammer, though. We tried to casually put the marblesque remnants for the garbagemen to pick up but they politely declined. The toilet is still in our garage, awaiting its final destination of the Madison-Guilford waste transfer station. Call me quick and you can have it for your throwback blue bathroom.The water faucet thing is because someone told the previous owner that she had bad water. We had it tested and it was great. I tossed out the filtration system - didn't want to bother with selling it on CraigsList.

Everything came out really easily: vanity, mirror, sinkcounter, floor. The total cost of this room when it was built in 1972 was definitely around $1k. Hopefully our take on this room will come out a little better, and last a little longer. More to come...

Almost Meatless Potluck

Welcome to the Almost Meatless potluck dinner at House Chapin: Spinach and Chickpea Pouch edition! If you don't know what the heck this hullabaloo is all about, read about the project at Tara's blog.

If you've spent any amount of time with Erika or me over the past few months you have assuredly heard of us talk about our new favorite cookbook: Almost Meatless. Of course, we're a bit biased as our friend Tara is one of the co-authors. We might have also tested some of the recipes that made it into the book. That said, we've put quite a culinary dent in this little tome and have yet to run across anything resembling a letdown.

Recently Tara asked us to make a recipe and document the outcome. We had our choice of a couple different recipes. We chose the Spinach and Chickpea Pouches because it was something we wouldn't typically make. I've not used filo dough very often. It's one of those "ingredients" that I don't put to much thought toward, but whenever I use it I'm pleased with the outcome. It makes the finished product look like you've put a lot more time into it than you actually did.

This recipe serves 6 and uses only 8 ounces of ground beef. The filling also contains spinach, garlic, fresh oregano, roasted red bell pepper, chickpeas and feta. It calls for a 1/4t of dried chile flakes, but that ingredient was vetoed by my heat-intolerant assistant. We roasted a fresh red pepper about an hour prior to beginning this dish - I cannot recommend this enough. A fresh roasted pepper is a few worlds better than the jarred stuff. It's like comparing fresh herbs to dried. There's just no comparison. I highly suggest that if you choose to make this that you take the extra 5 minutes to make the tzatziki - so easy and so good!

Making this took about 30 minutes of actual prep time including roasting the pepper. It's a complete dinner, but is also good served with a simple green salad. Anyway, here's the finished product:

Reprinted with permission from Ten Speed Press and the authors.