I have heard it said before and it rings so true at this present moment; Laptops are poorly named apparatuses or should I say apparati? anywho.Apparently your lap is not an ideal place for them.
My legs are on fire.
Possibly with third degree burns.
Davy has been on a rolllll lately with hilarium and unfortunately I have a hard time remembering the funny things she says. But today I made a few mental notes and am here to report.
This evening, I was making a little foccacia bread that was hoping to become a thick crust pizza when it grew up. And as I was stirring in the flour and salt and yeast, I heard a little voice and saw the big brown eyes that do me in.
"Mommy, can I help you make the bwead?"
I juuuust wanted to get it mostly stirred to prevent flour from launching wall to wall in my kitchen by the cute three year old helper.
But. I am a klutz and as I stirred, I spilled. Just a little. And the three year old inquired sweetly,
"Did you learn how to spill from me mommy?"
Quite the opposite babe. Sadly, I think my messiness rubbed off on your little self.
After I realized what a jerk-klutz I was for not just letting her go to town, I handed over the bowl and spoon and turned around to placate Gianna's howls from her high throne. As usual she was screeching for something edible...
And then I heard some spitting. From the floor. And then I saw the spit. In the bowl. "Davy. What. Are. You. Doing!" I gently screamed at her. She cried. And then I realized that I needed to chill and this was not that big of a deal and that I could easily remove the saliva from the dough and call it a day.
But I couldn't fix the alligator tears rolling down the beat down face of my sweetie pie. Davy....sweetie. Why did you spit in the dough? (She was hyperventilating. I think out of embarrassment.)
"The bwead doesn't taste like bwead."
And there you have it folks. A perfect lesson simple baking was learned by a toddler in my home today. And hopefully she will not spit in our food again.
But sometimes it takes her a while to really get it. She lost 3 Kroger balloons today. In like 10 minutes.
favorite Gianna bear.
My mom stopped by this evening though and saw her being a stinker and said that I was juuuuuust like her when I was little to my sisters.
It doesn't really surprise me. I'm sorry Katie and Liz for all the times I was a jerky big sister. what goes around comes around. karma. personal penance. However you see it, I'm pretty sure I'm getting what was coming to me after all those years.
will I ever blog again?
4 days ago