I’m sitting here at my desk, sipping my coffee, enjoying the quiet house while the kids have their rest time. I just finished off a slice of the banana coconut bread with chocolate chips. I had just pulled it from the freezer and it was still frozen, which was not in any way a strike against it. I think it actually may have been better frozen. And the chocolate chips were really good, so cross off what I said about not liking the chocolate chips. I’m sorry for being such a wishy-washy person.
It’s been Grand Central Station around here these days. I think I just might have to start tooting. It started on Sunday with Sweetsie heading off to my Balding Bro’s house. On Monday Yo-Yo Boy came home from a friend’s house (I didn’t have to provide transportation for that), Tuesday I drove halfway to meet my Balding Bro and pick up Sweetsie and send off Miss Becca Boo for her turn. On Wednesday I dropped Yo-Yo Boy off at camp. Today I drove the halfway trip again and picked up Miss Becca Boo. Tomorrow I go pick up Yo-Yo Boy from camp. Saturday I take Blackie, our kitten (yes, she’s black—my children are very creative when it comes to naming pets), to the vet. And then we have out-of-town company…, but I’m not picking them up or dropping them off, thankfully—they’re from California.
I’m thinking I’m going to try to ice-pick my way out of the Ice Age and put up a recipe index for this blog. Would you like that? I thought so. I’m sure you all get totally frustrated, trying to find all the fantastic recipes that I post, and you’re mentally whapping me upside the head because I title the posts in such an unhelpful way when it comes to recipe retrieval. So I apologize! I’ll try to get my act together soon.
The Baby Nickel was at it again last night. (This picture wasn’t taken last night, but it fits his mood, so I’m including it anyway.)
Mr. Handsome and I were trying to mow, weed, and mulch, so we wanted the kids (only Sweetsie and The Baby Nickel were at home, so it should’ve been a piece of cake, right?) to stay outside. The Baby Nickel followed behind the riding mower (borrowed from our friend Jamie who said we could borrow it as long as I mention his name in my blog: Hi Jamey! You’re the best! Thank you for sharing the Red Honda! It’s a doozy!) without Mr. Handsome knowing it, and then Mr. Handsome started to back up and scared the crap out of both of them. The Baby Nickel (I’m considering renaming him “The Imp”) dumped the cucumbers/zucchinis out of the basket that was sitting on the picnic table. According to Sweetsie, he peed on the picnic table (not the veggies, I don’t think). He went in the chicken house. And again. And again. (The reason that we don’t want him in the chicken coop, besides the fact that it’s filthy, is that he smashes the eggs and dumps the chicken’s feed and water and tries to strangle the chickens.) He went down to the basement, unlocked the basement door, and got a bag of veggies out of the freezer and sucked on it. He made moves like he was going to get on the riding mower that was idling while Mr. Handsome closed up the basement again. He went into the house and locked all the doors and got up on the kitchen counter and shut the windows and put raw eggs, still in their shells, in a mug (I have no clue why—does there have to be a reason?). Mr. Handsome had to break the latch hook on the screen door to get in to him. After about an hour and a half of raising cane, he became a normal, cheerful, friendly, helpful little boy and weeded the beans with us and got a bath with Sweetsie and curled up on a chair and looked at books. The little rat.