I am never more proud of myself than when I finish a cake. Naturally, I do see all my mistakes, but I also see how much I improve with each one. And of course, it helps that I only make them for my own kids' birthdays and for a friend who gets a big discount. So I can strive for perfection but not feel too bad when I inevitably fail. Anyway, check ( Read more... )

This baby is officially a girl. I'm still having a hard time accepting it because this pregnancy has been nothing like my other girl pregnancies, but I'm pretty sure there's no way this can be a boy. I'm more than a little disappointed, and I think Forrest is too. We're not upset, just bummed. But, having a third girl instead of a second boy should ( Read more... )

At my 30 week appointment this morning my midwife said I was measuring 34 weeks. I've got another ultrasound scheduled to check the growth of this monster, and the gender. We'll see how it all goes.

Just because I'm trying to be a professional baker and you're one of my friends does not mean you can try to force me into making you an ice cream cake when I tell it's not something I can do. And saying you'll just cut the cake in half and pour in ice cream is not going to change my mind. It makes you sound childish, and I'm still not going to ( Read more... )

I had to ask my dad to buy us a new vacuum today. I always feel guilty asking him for things. Forrest says I shouldn't since he was gone for 17 years of my life, and I know he's right. But I am nowhere near as greedy or entitled as my mom raised me to be. Something about living on a farm and scooping alpaca poop for 10 years humbled me. And, I ow ( Read more... )

My dork of a husband keeps accusing me of getting contact highs from him. And you know what? He's not entirely wrong. While I am not getting high from his smoking, I am getting high from his good moods. When he is in a good mood and the kids are asleep, we have fun. We talk, we laugh, we remember exactly why we're best friends. And it's awesome. I ( Read more... )

But do it with something you know I'll like. Jeez.

My husband knows full well that I have some texture issues when it comes to food. I can't eat pudding, Jell-O is iffy, the only custard I can eat is creme brûlée. So why would he suggest quiche for Mother's Day brunch? And why would he, after consulting me and finding out that quiche is only ( Read more... )

So, this baby is apparently a girl. And I'm freaking pissed about it. I'm pissed that Forrest was a dick and decided, without telling me, that he was going to "let fate decide" whether or not we were having a baby. Had I known that was his ultimate decision, I wouldn't have seized on what I thought was my one chance to maybe have another child when ( Read more... )

This has got to be the most active baby ever. I've been feeling Baby Shark (as Harrison has named his hopefully baby brother) move for a few weeks now and it's only getting more intense. Like, all day long. After doing a mad amount of jumps in ballet I realized it's obvious this thing is active, I'm crazy active right now too. But once this thing ( Read more... )

I've got this lovely two hour break between algebra and modern British literature. I use that time to read and eat. It's nice. Today, I skipped math and literature was cancelled. So I've been sitting in this lounge for four hours now. I'd have just gone home, but I have to stay for Pilates. Since it's a studio class participation is huge, and I'd ( Read more... )