I'm writing tonight with a headache. I get them frequently. Sometimes I get mild migraines. Not the curled up in a ball screaming in pain kind, hence my use of the word mild. Life's been a little crazy since I posted last. I'd like to be able to blame the weather, or the full moon, but the fact is life just gets this way some times.
A few days ago my youngest son, who will be turning eight soon had a mishap with some applesauce. I happened to be upstairs reading to his brothers and came down to find him slipping and sliding on the kitchen floor--mostly slipping. In fact, he couldn't stand up because his feet kept going out from under him. Who knew applesauce would be so slippery on linoleum? We got him cleaned up and wiped up the applesauce, which took a while, and then the floor was really sticky so a mopping was in order. The things that come up when you are raising children!
Today the same boy found the powdered sugar I bought for frosting for his birthday cake. I don't usually make my own frosting but he requested German Chocolate Cake (not actually German, by the way) and I happen to loathe coconut, which is in the traditional German Chocolate Cake frosting. So I searched online for over an hour looking for a German Chocolate frosting recipe that was coconut-less. I finally found one and it was attributed to a cookbook that was sitting in my kitchen the whole time (I really must include this in a book one day).
At any rate, I bought all the necessary ingredients and the powdered sugar went in a standard cupboard rather than the lockdown cabinet where all things powdery usually go. Apologies for the rambling, I have a point, I swear! Those things have to be locked up because my darling red-headed angel loves to watch stuff fall, usually white or chocolate stuff.
This time he refrained from making a very sweet mess in the kitchen. Instead he saw the picture of cookies on the bag and wanted the cookies. He used to think that boxes with pictures of brownies and cakes actually had ready-made brownies and cakes in them. Luckily he is past that, but he does think that bag of powdered sugar is a cookie mix. He keeps trying to get me to make the cookies he knows are in that bag. Poor kid. I told him we'll make cookies tomorrow. Then I started singing the lullaby I wrote for him. He likes that.
Well, readers...I'm going to put my kids to bed, take some more medicine for my headache, and go to bed. I wish you all a pleasant and restful night.
Kate
A few days ago my youngest son, who will be turning eight soon had a mishap with some applesauce. I happened to be upstairs reading to his brothers and came down to find him slipping and sliding on the kitchen floor--mostly slipping. In fact, he couldn't stand up because his feet kept going out from under him. Who knew applesauce would be so slippery on linoleum? We got him cleaned up and wiped up the applesauce, which took a while, and then the floor was really sticky so a mopping was in order. The things that come up when you are raising children!
Today the same boy found the powdered sugar I bought for frosting for his birthday cake. I don't usually make my own frosting but he requested German Chocolate Cake (not actually German, by the way) and I happen to loathe coconut, which is in the traditional German Chocolate Cake frosting. So I searched online for over an hour looking for a German Chocolate frosting recipe that was coconut-less. I finally found one and it was attributed to a cookbook that was sitting in my kitchen the whole time (I really must include this in a book one day).
At any rate, I bought all the necessary ingredients and the powdered sugar went in a standard cupboard rather than the lockdown cabinet where all things powdery usually go. Apologies for the rambling, I have a point, I swear! Those things have to be locked up because my darling red-headed angel loves to watch stuff fall, usually white or chocolate stuff.
This time he refrained from making a very sweet mess in the kitchen. Instead he saw the picture of cookies on the bag and wanted the cookies. He used to think that boxes with pictures of brownies and cakes actually had ready-made brownies and cakes in them. Luckily he is past that, but he does think that bag of powdered sugar is a cookie mix. He keeps trying to get me to make the cookies he knows are in that bag. Poor kid. I told him we'll make cookies tomorrow. Then I started singing the lullaby I wrote for him. He likes that.
Well, readers...I'm going to put my kids to bed, take some more medicine for my headache, and go to bed. I wish you all a pleasant and restful night.
Kate
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