Pepperidge Farm Remembers

Do you remember the days of your childhood sitting around in the kitchen watching your mother prepare chocolate cake. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, mom would finally pass you the mixing bowl so that you could lick the chocolate batter off of the mixing spoon. Sometimes you would dip your hand into the bowl to wipe the sides clean; sometimes you would just press your whole face into the bowl. Eventually your hands, face and possibly arms would be smeared with sticky sweet batter like some fantastical coal miner from candy-land.

We're currently living those days. This weekend we did some cooking; G and S gathered close to my apron strings to reap their reward.






What's that? You want to know why the cake batter is green? Oh, that's because it is pesto sauce.

My kids are strange.

Speak to Me

Sophie has begun to use more words lately, or at least she is pronouncing them in ways we can understand. Communication can be a wonderful thing and it is nice to know what it is that she wants. When she wants to be picked up she says, "Up!" Unfortunately if you do not follow this command quickly enough she might drop down onto her belly and bang her head into the floor. When she wants you to read to her she will bring you a book and say, "Book!" But, if you do not comply within the next 2 seconds there is a good chance she is going to smack you in the face with said book. Give her credit; she gets her point across.

The other morning I was getting Sophie out of her crib when she gleefully shouted, "Poopie!" at me. (She had also managed to pull her pajama top over her head but left her arms in the sleeves. She looked like some ill-advised pro wrestler with her belly and chest hanging out like that. But that's another story.) I asked her, "Are you poopie? Let's check and see." I put her on the changing table and opened the diaper to reveal... nothing. "Sophie, there's no poopie in here," I tell her. She looks at me, turns red in the face, and let's out this bellowing-grunting sound. "Oh," I say, "Well. Never mind then."

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