This is what happens at my house after dinner is made, served and I've cleaned up the kitchen. We, or I should say he, laps the kitchen table.
Tonight he would purposely fall and I would yell, in that squeaky voice, 'WIPEOUT!'...and that would give me the belly laugh I love to hear. I am a bit biased, but his laugh is so cute its contagious!
These are his new shoes. Over the weekend I found that his foot was out of room, altogether. Meaning to a point where his toes were constantly curled under. Poor guy. These werent what I was looking for initially, but after a long ordeal at one store, and knowing I had to get him shoes, we settled on these. They've grown on me, and when I ask Max, 'what does the dinosaur say?', he replies, 'Roar!'. So cute!
Some shots from Max's first real experience with snow. There was last year's blizzard, though he was clueless. This year, much more fun...laughed each time he fell into the snow (and of course couldnt get up because of all his gear!).
I decided to make these cupcakes just because. And its January. And I think people need pick-me-ups in January. And what cupcake doesnt pick up one's spirit?
Say hello to Just Because January Cupcakes!
They have just the right amount of orange flavoring in the cupcake, and the cream cheese frosting (which I wont make again, as you can see doesnt have any form) only accentuates the orange for the perfect touch. They are delish.
If you are in the neighborhood, stop by for a treat! And a smile!
I am not sure about Max, but I've been feeling the winter blues. Probably because we've been pretty much cooped up in the house on the weekends.
Today I felt we needed a little Happy in the house. I call it the snowy day garland, but really its the Happy Day Garland, from MADE. I think its perfect. Adds just the right amount of color. And you cant look at it without thinking, 'Happy!'.
This is the year I stick to the reading. I miss it. Something about a book that intrigues me, takes me away, entertains me. I have been having a hard time committing to the reading since Max arrived, and I have no idea what kind of free time I will have with having another baby. But I committed to two books a month. I can do it!
Some of you might recall the Random Thoughts by Jack Handy segments on Saturday Night Live. To me, so stupid, hysterical. So every time when I hear 'Random Thoughts' I immediately think of those.
So here goes:
-Fresh strawberries are SO expensive out-of-season, but every once in a while I'll indulge.
-Being a working parent, I literally have 15 to 20 minutes to put dinner on the table. Anything after that and we are having crackers and cheese for dinner.
-Insert my two new favorite cookbooks:
-Both have delivered four pretty decent meals so far. The favorite? Hearty Vegetable Soup in the Fast & Heathly Meals for Kids. Quick, easy, tasty and pretty much inexpensive as well. Loving it!
-Thank you cookbooks, for now you make me feel like I can actually cook and provide a substantial meal to my child.
-I had taken up a hobby many years ago, and I've never really been consistent with it. Usually around the holidays is when I'll find myself engaging again. That hobby is candy making or should I say, confections. Well, today I was finishing up some candy at the request of my mother for a baby shower, and I said to myself, 'I think I found that passion.' You know the one thing you can do all-the-time and not get bored with it. Yep, candy, its my thing.
-Even before the above epiphany, I have wanted to try my hand at Salted Caramels. Dont be surprised if a sample shows up at your door soon. Found a new recipe today that made my mouth water just reading it, and took quite a bit not to eat the paper.
-When Max isnt being his lovely toddler self, he is a pleasant little boy that makes me laugh, and smile so genuinely that makes me savior the moment. Today, though he was being foul, and had a time-out, when I said, 'Okay you can get up now' (it was after like 90 seconds of sitting), he walks over to me on the couch, stares at me and says, 'No!'. Little bugger! Repeating my, 'No kicking. Kicking hurts.'
