Yakkity Schmakkity

One of the best things about being a mom is being able to say things like:
"You are going to have to use your fork if you can't stop putting mashed potatoes in your ears."
In what other social interactions do you get to say stuff like that to people?



I usually stay in Harrison's bedroom with him until he is alseep. I probably shouldn't. He's old enough to fall asleep on his own and he probably needs to, but it means I get to sit quietly in a comfy chair and read while he's dozing off. And it is often so much easier to read until he is asleep than try to convince him it is ok if I leave.

Sometimes he lets me leave if I sing to him, so I figured I would give that a try tonight. I sat down next to his bed, tucked him all nicely in and said "Do you want me to sing you a song?"

His tiny little hand reached up and I thought he was going to lovingly pat my cheek to say yes, so I started to ask what song he wanted when I suddenly realized he wasn't patting my cheek, he was covering my mouth. If that isn't a clear answer I don't know what is. A "No, thank you" would have been sufficient. Is that why he lets me leave after I sing? just to shut me up?



I made bread today. The very first time I have ever made bread all by myself. And I learned a few things.

  1. It is not nearly as much work as I thought it would be. Yes, my kitchen is a mess (but let's be honest, it was a mess before), but it isn't like I had to slave away in it all day. Most of the time you are just letting the dough rise, during which you are free to throw rotten food at the cats in your backyard, learn another language, or just stand by your sink and drink water for a while.
  2. My $20 stand mixer from Walmart is a piece of cow pucky. It is basically just a hand mixer that can be snapped into a stand. And it has been nice because we have the same model mixer without the stand, so our beaters are interchangeable which is good since one of them ended up in the garbage disposal last week. And it came with dough hooks, but after beating the dough for a few minutes today it started to smell like the motor was burning up and there were flames and stuff, but I just ignored because I am fireproof. I was using the mixer without the stand, but someone called during the critical dough mixing time, so I snapped it into the stand so it could mix while we could talked about poop and stuff, but while we were chatting the mixer popped off the stand and went jumping wildly across the countertop.
  1. My bread still turned out great. Really good. How do you not just eat a whole loaf of bread strait out of the oven?
  2. Making bread makes me feel awesome. It helps that my husband thinks it is about the best thing since Star Trek toys. I finally feel like a woman!