I have been baking with my little Sous Chef since he was old enough to sit still on the counter and he has really developed a love for it. Sometimes he creates elaborate baking masterpieces in his head, telling me he wants to make chocolate cupcakes with pink on the inside and chocolate on top. Other times he has fairly simple requests, “let’s make chocolate”. I’ll admit this specific simple request stumped me, but luckily, The Mister was there to suggest we make fudge.
Last summer, I got an idea in my head for giant! cookie! sandwiches!, but never followed through on it (See This post from last July). I should have left it at that. You’ll remember that I used This recipe for some funfetti sugar cookies… Here is how I turned it from cookie cake to 1 dozen giant cookies! Instead of the frosting that the original recipe suggests, I decided to go with a simple vanilla buttercream.
To say that I love the summer sun would be one of the biggest lies I could tell. I am pale and I burn easily. The sun and I are not friends. BUT We are not enemies either. Last Summer was one of the worst in recent history for me and mine. We were stuck in a terrible apartment, in a bad area. We put up curtains to keep the neighbors from looking in.
Me raving about a delicious dish that my husband created is nothing new. He is an excellent cook and anyone lucky enough to try his food usually agrees. But every once and a while, he creates something that is just out of-this-world amazing… A couple of years ago we mistakenly planned to have nachos for dinner on St. Paddy’s day. Silly us. So, in a last minute change of plans, he threw together “Irish Nachos” out of what we had on hand.
The last few winters have been very light on snow, especially for us. This year, however, we’ve gotten quite a bit of it. We’ve had a lot of it melt and some has been replaced with ice, but overall it has been a snowy winter. With two young kids and a new house, I envisioned us playing joyfully in the snow every weekend. And the start of this weekend was so promising.
The terror is ONE. She is beautiful, determined, stubborn, and full of smiles. She bullies her brother and the kids at daycare. She is loud when she’s happy, and louder when she’s mad. She never sleeps, not one full night in an entire year. She loves Bagheera (and he loves her). She enjoys playing in her kitchen and stealing her brother’s legos. She is a tornado with stunning blue (for now) eyes and a contagious laugh.
Now you may or may not know that I am from “Nearly-Canada”, New York. And you also may or may not know that I married a midwestern boy… When our love was very young, his family introduced me to a dish called “Biscuits and Gravy”. At the time, his mother warned me, don’t judge it before you’ve tasted it. She was right to do so…it’s not a pretty dish, no awards will be given for presentation, buy my oh my is it delicious.
Well… We’re officially Buffers. We have been living as nomads for most of our lives together. But, we’ve signed the papers now…WE’RE HOMEOWNERS! In March, I wrote about the move into our 7th home. The one that was supposed to offer us a little space to stretch out and a few years to save for buying a house. Well, that dream quickly became a nightmare. It started out on the wrong foot, when we had to move into a three bedroom unit instead of the four we had planned on, and quickly went downhill from there.
Sleeping like a baby… In my world that means waking up every hour, demanding to be fed, then falling back asleep until the next hunger pain hits. Paddy was a terrible sleeper starting from about three months all the way until he was nearly two years old. We foolishly thought his sister had to be better at sleeping than he was. But guess what?!? We were wrong! She is worse! So much worse!
My baby is three. How? I ask myself that question every year, usually everyday. How did he get so big? Where did this intelligent, independent “kid” come from? Where did my “baby” go? I have been struggling with this post for several weeks now, should I document the day exactly as it unfolded? Would it be better to talk about Paddy and who he is? Should I just post some pictures and a little blurb about what is happening in each one?