Today is the very last day of B2’s trip to Korea! For the last week, B2 has been taking depositions in Seoul and we odd-numbered bowls have been fending for ourselves in a papa-less wilderness. For me this has meant subsisting solely on the weird-but-maybe-balanced diet of roasted Brassicas (of which B2 is not fond), ramen, and gigantic M&M pancakes. For B3, it has meant having to suffer through my far poorer renditions of daddy’s lullabies. As much as I like M&M pancakes, it is difficult to tell which one of us is more excited that my husband is on his way to LAX right now.
Our sweet boy is one!
Hi friends! Are you having wonderful summers? Here are just a few odds and ends from ours — it’s mostly been a sunny mix of visits from friends, recipe testing and manuscript scribbling, baby cuddles, and the occasional baked treat. I have also rediscovered the glory of regular old ice cream sandwiches, that kind with all the hubbub about not melting, and may or may not have taken down a box in the last week — which is neither here nor there.
100 days! Last week was Luke’s 100th day in this big wide world of ours. He was baptized at the church down the street, and after the baptism we had a teeny 100th day party, or a baek-il. His halmuni made Luke a miniature tteok-themed lei and a baby-crown out of silver posterboard, which has nothing to do with Korean tradition but everything to do with making a baby look hilariously awesome. Especially when his dad had one too. We had tteok coated in red bean powder to chase away evil spirits and a white cake for purity and long life. (This is normally a snowy-white rice cake called baekseolgi-tteok, but, as it turns out, if a recipe calls for “frozen rice flour” you cannot, as I so cleverly suggested, simply add more water to regular rice flour. So for us it was a regular ol’ white cake with vanilla frosting.)
Happy 2017! This is the year that my brother graduates from college (!) and when he first started as a freshman I kept telling everyone that 2017 didn’t seem like a real year that would actually happen. But somehow, it’s here. (Despite 2016’s best efforts.) Our waning weeks of the year were spent eating (of course), avidly watching B2 make a dent in his Christmas present, staying up late with B3 — who is now somehow 2 months old but also evidently has the sleep schedule of a teenager — and seeing how often we could make our chubawub break out into his newfound, mouth-open-wide grin. As much flack as 2016 rightfully got, I’m still a bit wistful to see it go, and our little holiday season, if not quite as quiet as usual, epitomized why I loved it so much — making our new house a new home with our first Christmas, learning our way around a life as a family of three.
So I was a little hesitant to share this post. I had so many emotions over the fact that Luke was born by C-section, but didn’t want to write anything negative about it, because we don’t want to forget for a second how fortunate we are to have had our little man, however he arrived. Still, in the weeks leading up to Luke’s arrival, I found other mamas’ accounts of their breech babies and C-sections so very comforting and wanted to know so much about their experiences that I thought it would still be worth sharing my thoughts — if even just for me to look back on someday. So here goes!
Luke Samuel McTernan, also known as B3, was born 6 pounds and 3 ounces. Because he was breech until he arrived, we didn’t get a good look at his face on any ultrasounds, but as it turns out, he has bright, dark eyes that look both perplexed and amazed most of the time, a little upturned nose, a bow mouth. His long, black hair, which we did see waving back and forth on the ultrasound, now forms funny sideburns and sticks out at tufty angles; his head smells like vanilla and warm cookies, the best, most addictive remedy for any baby blues. He likes to punch his fist into the air in his sleep in what looks like his best tribute to Bender in The Breakfast Club, a gesture I recognize from when a small knob used to protrude on the left side of my belly a few times a day. He has the pillowiest, most ponderous cheeks — the first thing I touched when I held him for the first time. In short, we are in love with him.