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Follow the leader (with my recipe)

After weeks of eating completely healthy 100% of the timemostly healthy 85% of the time, something was bound to give.  I had turned myself into a regular Betty Crocker in months previous, after all, so a stick of pure butter, several cups of sugar, and a couple of egg yolks were bound to find their own way into a bowl, mix themselves together, fload their way into the oven and bake themselves into cookies.  And wouldn’t it be rude if I didn’t eat them all after they went to so much trouble?  I think it would be terribly ungrateful of me not to eat them all.

Ok, so no magic cookies, but after reading this, I felt compelled by the power of Jesus to whip up a batch of my World’s Greatest Chocolate Chip Cookies.  By the way, how much do you have to change a recipe before you can officially call them  your own?  ‘Cause I’ve done quite a bit of tweaking to this recipe and I feel rightful in calling them “my” cookies.  Especially when they are so darn delicious and irresistable.  Just ask Carly’s husband.

Carly called them Devil Cookies, which I completely disagree with.  Not only are they not Devil Cookies, but I think they were sent down by a higher power, in a gift basket, with a card signed “Enjoy – G.”  I’m just saying…they are that good.  In fact, I’ll be right back…

*burp*

In an attempt to escape doing puzzles for the entire morning on Saturday, Eirinn and I decided to make these together.  It went much better than I expected.  Nothing “accidentally” broke.  “No one” had a fit.  And I think she enjoyed herself.  Mostly she watched me while asking “You need this?” of every measuring spoon, mixing utensil, and ingredient.  She helped me pour in the chocolate chips, receiving a handful of chips as a reward.

picture-357.jpg  She was an excellent chocolate chip pourer.  She didn’t spill one.  Or at least she ate up her mess before I saw it.

picture-362.jpg  Then we waited the long, torturous 15 minutes of baking time.  That heavenly smell was enough to send Eirinn into madness.

picture-363.jpg  See?  This is what she was driven to do while we waited.  Soccer in oven mitts.  Not an act of a sane person.  Is anyone else mesmerized by the Doras on her pants?  They are hypnotizing me into eating more cookies…

picture-365.jpg  And the prize for waiting?  Yummy cookies.  Well, at least yummy, melty chocolate chips.  She ate the cookie part about two hours later.

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Last week was fairly uneventful here in Tornado Alley.  The usual crazy, crazy, but nothing really note-worthy.  Or blog post-worthy, as the case may be.

Today we, as in all three of us, drove north (where they had snow!) to have dinner with our good friends Carly, Eric, and Loooocy.  You have to say the ‘oooo’ with great, big, duck lips to get the correct sound.  It was a long drive during which time I heard “Mommy?  We see Loooocy?” approximately 1,000 times.  And no less, would be my guess.  She never once asked Daddy because Daddy was driving, making Mommy the navigator and the navigator is the One Who Knows Where We’re Going.  I may not always know the directions to get there, but I am the leading expert on our intended destination.  I think she was just so excited to see her friend.  And to play with her toys.

Lucy and Eirinn are complete personality opposites, as has been the case since they first met when they were wee 5 month olds.  Back then, Eirinn slept as little as possible, cried as much as possible, and had to be held while not sleeping and crying.  Lucy, on the other hand, slept for hours on end and was content most of the time.  Now that they are 20 months old, Eirinn has extreme highs and lows, moments of hysteria, both good and bad, has more energy than 10 toddlers would know what to do with, and is not afraid to let the neighbourhood know how she’s feeling at any given moment (read: she’s LOUD).  Lucy, still, is on a permanent even keel.  She’s shy (which Eirinn is not), and quiet (which Eirinn most certainly is not), and she is very well behaved (which Eirinn is, but only when she feels like it). 

But these two get along like Jenny and Forrest (like peas and carrots).  They both love running.  They both like Dora, although Eirinn LOVES Dora; Lucy is a bigger Elmo fan.  They both think being naughty is hilarious.  They are too cute together.

Here Eirinn is teaching Lucy the Macarena.  They just finished the “Hey!  Macarena!” part.

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This shot is a tradition.  Nearly everytime we visit Carly and Lucy we take a picture of the girls in this chair.  It never fails that one of them is throwing a fit.  The first time Eirinn was crying because I wasn’t holding her.  The next time Eirinn was crying because Lucy stole her soother.  This time was Lucy’s turn.  I think she was just sticking it to the Man for telling her where to sit.  She’ll sit where she wants to sit, when she wants to sit there.  Power to the People.

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I hope our two girls stay friends forever.  What a great story to be able to tell.  To have a friend you’ve known almost literally your entire life?  That would be wonderful.  That way, if they’re friends forever, that means Carly and I have stayed friends forever.  And I hope for nothing less.

(ps, Carly, thanks for dinner!  It was delicioso.)

20 Month Birthday

Favourite Food:  Finally can-cakes have been dethroned!  They still hold #2 on the top 3 list, but I do believe that Goldfish Crackers have now surpassed them.  Oh, and pizza would probably be #3.  Pizza is her standard answer to “What would you like for dinner?”, even if she had it for lunch.  “Pitha” will do for every meal.

Favourite Toys:  Colouring is her passion in life.  And she’s very, very good about only colouring on the page.  But just in case, we use washable crayons and Colour Wonder markers.  She’s also very into puzzles.  Loves them.  Oh, and purses, or as she calls them, Mommy’s Pack Pack.  Mommy’s Pack Pack usually contains two pairs of sunglasses, a marker, and as many Little People as will fit.

New Words:  Like I said last time, she can say them all.  There are just some that she hasn’t tried yet.  She did say the longest sentence I’ve heard her say this month.  “Oh, dear, glasses too big”, even though they were too small.  Still, pretty good.

What Makes Her Laugh:  Yelling.  Apparently the look of pain in people’s eyes as their eardrums burst is hilarious.  And jumping on our bed.  I guess just being bad makes her laugh.  But it makes us laugh, too.

New Skills:  Doing puzzles is a new skill that is absolutely amazing to us.  She is so good at them.  She’s doing puzzles labelled for 5 year olds.  And well!  She’s even making puzzles out of other things.  Like she’ll take stickers off of their sheet and put them back into their correct spaces.  And she likes to match objects, like a princess magnet with a princess in a book.  She’s smart and I’m impressed.

Bedtime: Still 7:30pm

Times Awake:  Usually once, but sometimes she’ll be nice and not wake up.  But that’s rare.

Naps:  Same as before.  One for between 2 and 3 1/2 hours.  Sweeeet.

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Nevermind the exhaustion, the stress, the mayhem, raising a toddler is actually more fun than I could have ever imagined.  She’s funny in so many ways, on purpose or not, and makes me laugh at times when I really shouldn’t.  This is such a good thing.  So good for the soul. 

She breathes life into the most lifeless of situations.  Without trying, she reminds us how to have fun; reminds us it’s not all death and taxes.  And for that, I’m grateful.

Friday Five – One Day Late

So we’ll make it a Saturday Six?  Deal. 

This weeks Friday Five Saturday Six is – What We Did On Saturday.

  1. “We” (as in Eirinn by choice and Mommy by default) woke up at 5 am.  “We” had wet through “our” diaper and onto “our” pants and shirt.  “We” then tried (unsuccessfully) to remove “our” wet shirt, but could only get one arm out because “we’re” only 19 months old and “we” haven’t been given this lesson yet.  This ignorance led to an hour and a half of moaning and groaning before Mommy begrudgingly dragged her half asleep butt out of bed to see what the problem was.  Soaking wet toddler = awake toddler = awake household.  This would never have happened if “we” hadn’t chugged three (3) sippy cups of water and then a bottle of milk right before bed.  Mommy says “lesson learned” and won’t be watering the toddler like she was a dying cactus.
  2. Our friends Carly and Lucy came for a visit!  Carly and I see each other every Wednesday for Durham Mom’s Night Out, but Eirinn and Lucy hadn’t played together for a couple of months.  It’s always a treat to see these two together because they can be so different, but still get along like peas and carrots.  Where Eirinn is boysterous and energetic and outgoing, Lucy is quiet and thoughtful and sweet.
  3. For the very first time, Eirinn rode the bus.  By herself.  Just kidding, Carly, Lucy and I were there, too.  Eirinn got her own seat and we sang “The Wheels on the Bus” loud enough to annoy the weird guy with wiry, dandruff-y, badly dyed hair sitting in front of us.  Why bother using public transit if you’re not going to make other people wish they hadn’t? 
  4. The four of us were taking the bus to Apple Fest, which is an annual tradition I have yet to miss.  Love it.  LOOOOVE.  IT.  Why so much love?  Four words – cider, dumplings, fritters and fudge.  The line up for the fritters was too long given the minus 30 degree weather, but I was all over the other three like flies on…maybe a bad analogy when talking about food.
  5. Lunch was delicious world famous pancakes as made by Anonymous Husband.  AH played the role of Wicked Cool, Kick-Arse Husband today.  Not only was he Master Chef of the Griddle, but he also woke up early on his sleep-in day so I could shower and he drove to his parents so I would have a stroller to shuttle Eirinn around the tundra in.  Sank-coo, AH.
  6. Little People were played with and books were coloured in by Eirinn and Lucy during the hour between lunch and nap.  It was the cutest thing watching them interact.  As an illustration of their differences, while colouring, Eirinn talked all of us through what she was doing and demanded invited us to colour with her.  Lucy, meanwhile, was quietly examining the Magic Markers, figuring out the science behind their magic-ness, assembling and re-assembling them, all without so much as a whisper.                                                                                    picture-254.jpgpicture-258.jpgpicture-261.jpg
  7. Absolutely conked out from all the early-waking, friend-visiting, bus-riding, Apple-festing, can-cake-eating, play-play-playing, Eirinn slept from 1:30 to 4:45, and only woke up because my face was all up in her grill saying “WAKE UP, LAZY, OR YOU WON’T SLEEP TONIGHT.”
  8. And last but not least.  Her time after dinner was spent doing…whatever this is.  I don’t know.

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Ok, so because I a) felt guilty for missing Friday or b) talk too much, we ended up with a Friday Five, Saturday Six, Sunday Seven, A List With Eight Points And No Catchy Title Because There Isn’t A Day Of The Week That Starts With ‘E’.

Friday Five – Stuff she did that made me laugh

Eirinn is our little comedian.  She loves to make people laugh.  Strike that.  She loves to make herself laugh and she laughs when other people are laughing.  See the difference?  Wednesday she was especially on.  She was cracking me up all day.  Here is a brief rundown of what made her my Last Comic Standing on Wednesday:

  • At lunch she kept yelling “Mama.  Halp.”  I’d walk around the corner to see her laying haphazardly on the bottom of four steps, with one hand and one foot planted squarely and safely on the floor.  I stood her up, called her a silly goof, and went back to where I was.  “Mama.  HALP.”  And again I rescue.  “Mama!  HALP!”  But this time I hadn’t gone back around the corner.  I watched the gooner call for help before she was even on the step.  Mooonkey.  
  • My dad has his own language when he speaks to Eirinn.  Any and all conversations kind of sound like this, on his end – “Wuzzy, wuzzy, wuzzy?”  Yesterday my dad called and of course Eirinn had to talk on the phone or she would simply die.  Her side of the conversation, which was all I could hear, went kind of like “Papa?  Wuzzy, wuzzy?”  And a few minutes of silence, and she pointed at my mom.  More silence.  She points to Bosco.  Silence.  Me.  I think he was asking her where we all were, and she didn’t really get that he couldn’t see her pointing.
  • I brought a plastic fireman firewoman firepersons hat home from work.  Normally she detests hats.  Or anything that touches her head.  Or anything that even thinks about touching her head.  But for some reason, this hat was kind of cool.  I did good, for once.  She would put it on and take it off and then she started squershing it and asking for halp to fix it.  You guessed it.  She was asking for halp before the hat got it.

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  • Remembering the earlier phone call from Papa, she made up a new verse to “Grandfather Clock”.  For the uninformed, this little diddy goes “The grandfather clock goes tick…tock…tick…tock.  The kitchen clock goes ticktockticktock, and mommy’s watch goes TICKYTICKYTICKY (tickling).”  We were singing this in the bathtub when I stopped singing to get her toothbrush (which was within arms reach), but she continued.  I heard “Papa keeyock ah WUZZY WUZZY WUZZY.”  Good remembering.  Good singing.  Good composition.
  • And last but not least, Anonymous Husband has found a new hockey buddy.  Well, maybe in uniform only because when she wasn’t asking for Dora or Diego she was reading and looking generally, all together uninterested.  Haha.  Mommy’s little girl.

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