Today we went to a place called Colonial Williamsburg. It’s a really old town that’s been kept as if it was 1775. Wow, that was a long time ago. We saw all sorts of neat stuff like the old Capitol building and Governor’s Palace. It was a busy day, and as you can see I was very tired.

Later, Grandma Lolo took care of me while Mommy and Daddy went out to dinner. I wasn’t very nice for Grandma, though. I fussed and cried a lot until I fell asleep. Then once Mommy and Daddy came back to the hotel I woke up again.

Today was another busy Wednesday. Mommy and I have a Mommy’s support group in the morning, then we went to lunch with Anita (Natalie’s mom, but Natalie was in daycare), and then Mommy and I went to our exercise class where we went for a walk in the park again.

Oh, during the support group, I pushed myself up so that I was on both hands and my toes!

When we got home, Grandma Lolo was there! We had dinner, and then we drove a long way to a place called Williamsburg. I slept a lot on the way, so when we got there I was very wide awake and bouncy!

It was the first time I spent the night in a hotel. But it was a very nice hotel with lots of room for me and all of my stuff.

When I’m eating, I like to reach up and play with Mommy’s face. I pat her on the cheek, grab her chin, and sometimes even grab her nose. I don’t think she likes that, though.

Help! I’ve been framed!

Today Mommy and Daddy took me to Bethesda. They were having a street fair and there was a lot of yummy things to eat, but Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t let me have anything!

Today was our last yoga class. I kept playing with Gil’s teething blanket because it had lots of colors and was pretty. After that, Mommy took me to lunch with Lauren, Danny, and Kyle’s mommies. Then we came home and Daddy gave me a brand new food: sweet potatoes. It was really yummy and I ate the whole thing!

We had exercise today and we went for a long walk in the park. Well, Mommy walked, and I rode in my stroller. But I was very tired and fell asleep!

Oatmeal is said to increase a nursing mother’s milk supply. To that end, I’ve eaten a lot of oatmeal in bowl and cookie form over the past few months. After many, many attempts, I think I’ve found the perfect recipe for chewy oatmeal raisin cookies.

Much of the credit goes to Alton Brown. When it comes to all things cooking related, he is The Man. I have a shrine to him in my kitchen. Well, not really, but I’m considering putting one in. The ironic thing is I don’t even like to cook (but I do like to bake, go figure), yet I watch his show religiously. Any discussion of cooking with people outside my household begins with “Well Alton says…”

So I took the principles of his “chewy” cookie recipe from “Three Chips for Sister Marsha” and worked them into the standard oatmeal cookie recipe from the Quaker Oats can. The result is pure oatmeal cookie yumminess:

Ingredients:

1/2 c unsalted butter (or margerine)
1/2 c firmly packed brown sugar
1/4 c granulated sugar
1 egg
1/2 tsp vanilla (I use Penzey’s Double Strength Pure Vanilla Extract)
3/4 c bread flour
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp cinnamon (I use Penzey’s Extra Fancy Vietnamese Cassia)
1/4 tsp table salt (not optional like the canister says)
1 1/2 c old fashioned oats
1 c raisins

Directions:

Melt butter over low heat. Beat together sugars and melted butter in a stand mixer with a flat beater (the one that’s sorta triangle shaped). Add egg and vanilla and beat well. In a medium bowl, stir together flour, baking soda, cinnamon and salt. Slowly pour flour mixture into mixer using low speed. Stir in oats and raisins; mix well.

Lay out parchment paper on cookie trays. Scoop dough onto the trays using an ice cream scoop. Place in refrigerator and chill for 1 hour. Bake in oven at 350° for 14-17 minutes. Makes 12 – 14 large cookies.

Okay, this three times a week thing isn’t going to work with a baby in the house. I literally have been trying to write this blog entry for three days. So much for turning the ‘Skins thing into a podcast. That just ain’t happening any time soon. So while it may be many days after the fact now, I have some stuff to say about last Monday night’s game:

Once again, Mark Brunell showed that he was a mediocre quarterback, getting sacked 5 times, throwing an interception, and failing to drive the Redskins to as much as a field goal. That is, for the first 56 minutes of Monday’s game against Dallas at Texas Stadium. Then, two extraordinary passes to Santana Moss and a narrow 14-13 win against our arch-rivals, and suddenly he’s the belle of the ball. There is nothing that man can do in this town right now that wouldn’t be looked upon with reverence and awe.

But I’m not ready to jump on the bandwagon just yet. There’s a long season left to go, and Brunell has to show more than two great passes in the closing minutes of a game to prove that he’s worthy of the price the Redskins paid for him. Sure, a win against Dallas on the road is great, but we’ve got to play them again this year, plus tough games against a seemingly improved Giants team and a still-great Eagles team. (It pains me to call the Eagles “great.”)

Wilbon is still in love with Brunell, for reasons I just don’t understand. I mean I get one thing, Patrick Ramsey is done in this town. But if Brunell is the Quarterback of the Present, well, I don’t think the 2-0 start is going to be indicative of the rest of the season. I just hope that Jason Campbell is worth all the draft picks we traded away to get him.

On other Redskins notes, Mike Wise has written a column last Saturday that I thought for sure would send this town into a rampage. Basically, he states that anyone who’s a Redskins fan and who isn’t screaming and hollaring to change the team’s name (or, specifically, dresses their children and babies in Redskins garb) is a racist against Native Americans. But I’ve heard nary a mention of this in the local media, either radio or TV. The article goes into details about how the term “redskin” came about (which I knew) and that the man for whom the Redskins were named lied about being Native American (which I didn’t know). He also seemed to suggest that the players were against the name as well. And most of the bloggers that linked to his article seemed to agree with Wise. He went onto suggest (like the NCAA feels) that any team named after Native Americans is guilty of some sort of insensitivity towards a population that European invaders razed over on their insatiable quest for the sea. I’m not going to argue that people from my culture basically destroyed Native American culture, but how does changing the names of sports teams begin to rectify past injustices? Why are Native American references suddenly taboo? Is ignoring that Native Americans are a part of our history (not to mention our present) really the solution to the problems that currently plague Native American tribes, such as poverty, alcoholism, and poor schools? I don’t think so. Can we stop arguing about sports teams’ names and maybe focus a little of that energy on doing positive things to improve the position of today’s Native Americans in modern American society?

Besides, we can take this argument to absudum. For example, is it really appropriate for the University of Miami to keep its team named after a force of nature that just killed over 1,000 people along the Gulf Coast? What about the Chicago Bears? How do people who were mauled by bears or knew people killed by bears feel about having an NFL team named after such a dangers and viscious animal? We could go on and on with
So, Mr. Wise, I’m going to continue to dress my baby (and myself) in Redskin-logo’ed apparel, and I’ll keep going to Redskins games, and I will take pride in the fact that I’m a Redskins fan. And I’m going to stay okay with their name because it’s all a part of the team I love.

Grr. Got that off my chest for now.

I’m getting really good at rolling over. I can roll from my back onto my tummy and onto my back again! I don’t even get freaked when I’m on my tummy anymore. I want to crawl, but I just can’t seem to figure it out. Instead, I smash my head down and push myself backwards. That’s fun to do on Mommy and Daddy’s bed, but when I do it on the hard floor in our living room it gives me an owie!