Q: What do you do with a child that doesn't want to sleep. Her eyes may be rolling back in her head she's so tired, but she fights it with more will power than I think I've ever possessed. If I try to let her cry it out, she will proceed to scream her little lungs out for hours at a time and won't stop until I go into her room and tell her she's going to be okay. She then silent sobs and shudders for about 15 min before I can get her to relax. Then she falls asleep in 2 sec. Its driving me insane!!!
A: This is where you depart your wisdom.... Go, I'm ready for it!
Thursday, 25 February 2010
Monday, 15 February 2010
Steamed Chocolate Pudding
Happy Valentine's Day to me! Mack made a steamed chocolate hazelnut pudding with chocolate rum sauce. Divine!
For my wedding shower, a friend of mine gave me a cookbook titled "Chocolate". Mack has taken a great liking to this book and has decided that (ala Julie and Julia) he wants to make every recipe in the book. He started with the mouse a couple of weeks ago, and then made the pudding last night. I'm not complaining at all, but did warn him that he could only concoct these delectables every two weeks or so, lest my bottom balloon to the size of a Macy's parade float.
Feast your eyes on this puppy:
For my wedding shower, a friend of mine gave me a cookbook titled "Chocolate". Mack has taken a great liking to this book and has decided that (ala Julie and Julia) he wants to make every recipe in the book. He started with the mouse a couple of weeks ago, and then made the pudding last night. I'm not complaining at all, but did warn him that he could only concoct these delectables every two weeks or so, lest my bottom balloon to the size of a Macy's parade float.
Feast your eyes on this puppy:
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Farm Country and Devil Fowl
Tamsine is very into all things Old MacDonald at the moment. She runs around the house crowing like a rooster. Frequently breaks into a chorus of mooing sounds, and qacks (yes qacks) like a duck when she's in the bath. She loves to play her peek-a-boo barn app on Mack's i-phone and is addicted to Baby Einstein's Baby McDonald.
So, trying to be the fabulous parents that we are, we decided to give Taz the authentic farm experience by taking her to a nearby petting zoo so she could finally interact with the "real thing". We donned our winter finest and headed to Farm Country at Thanksgiving Point.
Things started out very well. She was enraptured by the fiberglass cow replicas at the entrance to Farm Country and made the appropriate mooing sounds when she saw them. Ahhh what a cute child we have. She also really enjoyed the sheep (that just lay there and blinked at us), and the very smiley llamas. She interacted superbly with the goats, giggling and trying to touch their noses as they curiously sniffed at her. So precious.
Alas, the picture of farmy perfectness didn't last too much longer, cause stupidly we rounded the corner and showed her the chickens. She took one look at the fowl runs, decided that chickens and other farm fowl were demon creatures. She then proceeded to claw her way through my down jacket and onto my shoulders where she howled like a banshee and ginormous tear drops (and continuous clawing) soaked my locks into a Medusa style do.
After that, she refused to interact with the horses. Almost had a coronary when we tried to give her a pony ride (on a Shetland that didn't come above my waist), and refused to have anything to do with the pigs unless they came in the form of something on a tasty sandwich. She did enjoy being pulled on a wagon behind a tractor, and started to relax a little on the ride. After the ride she warmed up the Maggie, the Jersey cow. She even struck up a conversation with the cow. She mooed, then mooed again, giggled a bit, held her hand out to the cow ... then the cow mooed back. Apparently she wasn't ready for a two way conversation yet, cause the hysterics returned and everything went south again.
But, being the great parents that we are (as I mentioned before), we soon put things right with junk food and ice cream.
So, trying to be the fabulous parents that we are, we decided to give Taz the authentic farm experience by taking her to a nearby petting zoo so she could finally interact with the "real thing". We donned our winter finest and headed to Farm Country at Thanksgiving Point.
Things started out very well. She was enraptured by the fiberglass cow replicas at the entrance to Farm Country and made the appropriate mooing sounds when she saw them. Ahhh what a cute child we have. She also really enjoyed the sheep (that just lay there and blinked at us), and the very smiley llamas. She interacted superbly with the goats, giggling and trying to touch their noses as they curiously sniffed at her. So precious.
Alas, the picture of farmy perfectness didn't last too much longer, cause stupidly we rounded the corner and showed her the chickens. She took one look at the fowl runs, decided that chickens and other farm fowl were demon creatures. She then proceeded to claw her way through my down jacket and onto my shoulders where she howled like a banshee and ginormous tear drops (and continuous clawing) soaked my locks into a Medusa style do.
After that, she refused to interact with the horses. Almost had a coronary when we tried to give her a pony ride (on a Shetland that didn't come above my waist), and refused to have anything to do with the pigs unless they came in the form of something on a tasty sandwich. She did enjoy being pulled on a wagon behind a tractor, and started to relax a little on the ride. After the ride she warmed up the Maggie, the Jersey cow. She even struck up a conversation with the cow. She mooed, then mooed again, giggled a bit, held her hand out to the cow ... then the cow mooed back. Apparently she wasn't ready for a two way conversation yet, cause the hysterics returned and everything went south again.
But, being the great parents that we are (as I mentioned before), we soon put things right with junk food and ice cream.
Monday, 1 February 2010
Chocolate Mousse
Every now and then my husband gets a culinary itch. Yesterday was a very itchy day for him. Usually I dread those days because it means I get to clean up after him (although we have been doing a 12 step program for him called - How not to annoy your wife). Yesterday however, his itch included ALOT of chocolate. Enough said!
This is what he made: ( I will not show you a picture of what it did to my thighs.)
And this is how Taz enjoyed it:
Preserve Me!
This is what he made: ( I will not show you a picture of what it did to my thighs.)
And this is how Taz enjoyed it:
Preserve Me!
Lucky Girl!
Mack came home for lunch the other day, which he never does (just by the way). I was excited to see him, but for some reason he kept loitering back in our bedroom. I was just about to go and see what he was up to when the doorbell rang. There stood a flower delivery lady with a beautiful bouquet just for me. Attached to a little spikey thing was a note that read, "Thanks for being so good to me. Love Mack." Awwwww, thats why he came home, and thats why he was loitering in the bedroom. What a sweetie pie. I love that boy! He made me cry.
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