A fall rainstorm...

It melted my heart when I found Pop giving Noah a bottle as they watched the rain. So sweet!

Continued...from disaster to cow plops...

What to do? What to do? Does one throw away a shiny, puffy, lop sided cake? Well, what about Sissy's birthday tomorrow? I mean, it does taste kinda chocolate-y... Okay, let me try to do something with this.

#1: Put Gavin to bed. Thanks for your help, little buddy. Love you ;)
#2: Crumble up the cake

#3: Make frosting... oh no! I ran out of powdered sugar! Oh well...nothing a few packets of Splenda can't fix.
#4: Mix frosting and crumbled up cake
#5: Form into balls

#6: Coat with coating chocolate. The end result? Something resembling cow poop- thanks for that visual, Mom

Ta- dah! Cow Plops

What the?

I really enjoy evoking the creative process in my children. I encourage them to participate with me. But sometimes, when you have two children, one must be left unattended so you can ensure the safety of the other. In this particular situation, Gavin and I were baking a Double Chocolate Butter Cake for Aunt Sissy's birthday. We had just measured and poured all of our dry ingredients into a glass bowl, when Noah yelled out from his bedroom (he was supposed to be sleeping). When I returned a mere 45 seconds later, the carnage lay before me...

What you don't see: flour all over the ground, Gavin's step stool, the stove, a dumped out container of salt- which may or may not have landed into our dry ingredients...and a very sweet boy who says, "I finished it Mommy! I am a real good helper!"

What can I say to that???

Until I pull the cake out of the oven... all three pans look like this. Not only is it lop-sided, but really puffy, and really, really shiny. Kinda like patent leather cake. Doesn't sound so tasty, huh? Patent leather heels? Yes. Cake? Not so much...

Clearly I have a condumdrum... To be continued...

The truth about grits...

What they don't tell you in Gone with the Wind: when you wipe your face off after eating grits, the individual grains just rearrange themselves on your face. It is near impossible to remove grits with a washcloth. One has to allow the grits to dry on your face and let them slough off as the morning wears on...

Wrap me up like a burrito!

After bathtime every night, Gavin asks "wrap me up like a burrito! But not a Moe's burrito... those are yucky!"

Something about snails? And puppy dog tails?

What are little boys made of? Gavin caught this critter on his own. Good job!

Baby jorts?

What CEO sporting a mullet thought this was a good idea? "Hey guys, I have a rad idea! Let's make diapers look like jean shorts! And market them in small towns! Rock on! " Yeah, I know, I bought them... but after 2 coupons and a sale, the local CVS practically gave them to me. Might as well rock the look... Noah sported a miniature version of a mullet (a.k.a. "a chullet" or child's mullet) and a nice tight muscle shirt...

A nice little visual reminder that men do engage in this style... I snapped this picture a few years ago waiting for a triathlon in Crystal River.