Archive for November, 2010

Kumquats, no Bananas

Posted on: November 17th, 2010 by Cori

Occasionally in the mornings we give Sara a treat and let her watch Elmo’s World, especially if either Gary or I have left early and the other one needs to occupy her so they can get dressed. Today was one of those mornings, and after snuggling with her for a few minutes listening to Elmo impart the joys of water, I slid out from under the sheets and in to the bathroom, not giving Elmo or the rest of the Sesame Street gang another thought.

Four hours later Sara bursts through the front door after a morning at the park, and starts rambling something I can’t quite grasp. Sara speaks extremely well for a two year old, but there are definitely times she resorts so “Sarese” and it takes a few tries to figure it out. As I’m listening, it slowly dawns on me that she is saying “kumquats.” Yes, kumquats. A word I have probably uttered out loud less than five times in my life, and certainly never in the time that Sara has been alive. I mean, I’ve had them before, but never gave them any thought, never bought them, never anything with them.

But here is my daughter bouncing around the kitchen laughing saying “kumquats, no, bananas.” I ask where she heard about kumquats.

“Telly on Elmo. Kumquats, no bananas.” Cue hysterical laughter.

I rack my brain, but am still coming up empty, an so push it a little further. “What color are kumquats?” I ask.

“”Yellow” she says, without a second’s hesitation.

“Kumquats mommy, kumquats, buy me kumquats. I NEED kumquats.”

Usually she “needs” things like ice cream and cookies, so I definitely wanted to encourage this new found -albeit likely temporary – obsession with a small little obscure fruit. So off we go to the local store, with me still trying to figure out how kumquats made a cameo on Sesame Street, but also with me quite concerned that we might not find any once we got there. Is it kumquat season? Is there a kumquat season? And how exactly do you eat one – I had only had them in dishes, never on their own.

After much searching in the produce aisle we did, thankfully, find a box of yellowy orange oval kumquats. At home Sara took a bite, and pronounced it good, but tart, very tart.

And as she proceeded to take about one bite from several of these tiny fruits, I did finally solve the mystery of where this kumquat knowledge originated. On Sesame Street, just before the closing credits, they sometimes have Telly talking with a girl about eating fruit. She is deaf, so is using her hands to tell him which one she wants. He mistakenly thinks she is asking for kumquat, but no, her peeling motion really shows she wants a banana!
So I guess it’s hats off to Sesame Street for introducing Sara to the kumquat. Now, I just need to figure out what I am going to do with the rest of the box ….

Embracing “Mom” Means Redefining Me

Posted on: November 10th, 2010 by Cori

Some girls know from an early age they want to be moms. They play with baby dolls, Barbie dolls, younger siblings, pretending to be moms, orchestrating the daily movements of their little charges.  And as they grow up, go to school, take jobs, travel, wherever their paths take them, they know without a shadow of a doubt that becoming a mom is something they will do.

I was not one of those girls. I spent the requisite amount of time with Barbie and baby dolls, and loved children, but never saw motherhood in my future. When I met my husband, we were both old enough that I thought “yippee, hopefully he is beyond the point of wanting children.” I was wrong.

Flash forward a few years. We’re happy newlyweds, and having been laid off from what I considered my dream job, I’ve decided to go entrepreneur and create a board game about food and chefs, Celebrity Chef! The Game.  Professionally I am exactly where I want to be. Life is great, and I am so in love with my honey that we decide to try and make a baby.

Looking at it practically, as someone who was only a few months away from the launch of her first product, we decided to start trying in late August, our calculus was it would take at least two-three months of trying before anything would happen. Then I’d be pregnant for nine months, giving me almost a year of “uninterrupted entrepreneurialness” before any baby would be on the scene. We’d figure out the rest of the game plan then.

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