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Tuesdays With Mooch & Fuss: Rites of Passage

Bending over, strapping the baby in, straining my back, yeah, that was me for the past eighteen months. Not anymore! Fuss climbs in and gets into her car seat now. Mooch buckles the top and I buckle the bottom, but I can do it by reaching from the front step. You have no idea how much stress this relieves. Whew!

Fuss also had her first trip to the beach this summer! She loved the water, and she most certainly enjoyed the sand — eating it, packing it onto her crotch, sticking her head in it. Yeah … bath time was fun that night. I put together a little video montage of her whole summer, but my external hard drive is at home and I’m not writing this blog from home. I’ll post it next week. In the meantime, you can enjoy more of her here.

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Tuesdays With Mooch: All I Want For Kwanzaa is My Two Front Teeth

Mooch lost one of her front teeth this past weekend. It’s so cute, but I can’t wait for her to lose the other.

Also, the show went well Saturday. I had so much fun dancing on stage with Mooch, and I hope to do it again really soon.

On another note, she’s working on etiquette, spirituality and self-esteem in rites of passage now, and it’s interesting to see that play out at the dinner table. She’ll smack and then remember to close her mouth. When she cuts someone off in conversation, she remembers mid-sentence that it’s inappropriate. The funny thing is that she mostly does the latter to us. I haven’t been to capoeira with her in weeks, because Hannibal takes her, but I theorize that she’s getting better.

They had a book festival at her school this weekend with games, prizes and a cakewalk. She didn’t win a cake, but I got her an armful of books, which she’s enjoying. Among the titles are James and the Giant Peach, Ivy and Bean and The Mouse and the Motorcycle. She loves to play Hangman, so I got her a book full of them. I hope she never stops writing her favorite Hangman puzzle on napkins in restaurants. I’ll give you a hint. It’s one word with four letters, and it starts with an ‘L.’ 🙂

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Tuesdays With Mooch: Capoeira with Bechamel Sauce

Mooch is coming along in capoeira. I’m very proud of her.  She had some really challenging classes at the beginning.  It was frustrating for her.  Gymnastics and watching the Karate Kid movie helped.  So far she’s learned ginga, cocorinha, negativa, queda de quatro, resistencia, au, armada, martelo and a few more that I can’t remember.  This past Saturday she learned something that started with a bridge and kicked over (like a back walkover).  It was pretty cool.  She also learned several songs and furthered her knowledge of the drumming associated with the movements.  I should have some video of her playing (fighting) with her teacher soon.

In other news, she learned about Asian cuisine in cooking last week.  She focused on ginger, garlic, Szechwan peppercorn and sesame when she prepared a Chinese lunch for me.  It included a stir fry with bok choy, carrots, celery, mushrooms, broccoli, red peppers and zucchini.  She also marinated tofu and shrimp in a homemade sauce (ginger, orange zest, garlic, and something else).  The most important thing was that she finally learned to make rice without a rice cooker.

When I say this food was delicious, I mean it was the bomb!  We had it for dinner that night.

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Tuesdays With Mooch: From Taking it Off the Plate to Putting it On

The smell of sweet plantains wafted through my friend Ayo’s Palos Verdes condo last Tuesday. I was on the couch with Fuss and Mooch was in the kitchen peering over the stove as she flipped the small banana-like chips in the cast iron skillet. “My arm is tired.” she said as she placed the second batch in.

“This is just an appetizer, girl. You’re going to have to do some arm exercises if you plan to prepare a full meal by the end of this course.” Ayo replied laughing. The two had spent a long couple of hours at the farmers market learning about herbs, peppers, and five different kinds of tomatoes. Mooch tasted fruits she had never even heard of, like a pluot, which is a cross between a plum and an apricot. I ate the best fish tacos I’ve ever thrown lips to at that farmers market, and I plan to do it again tomorrow while Mooch is in class.

She learned about knife safety when she sliced the plantains diagonally. I, of course, was terrified that her fingers would become the side orders. Though fascinated by the buttons “grind” and “whip” on the blender, Mooch made through the smoothie portion of the day. It was refreshing to be served blended fruits and plantain chips by my little lady.

I forgot to take photos at the farmers market, but I did remember to bust that camera out when Mooch started making the plantains. Here are a couple:

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