There I am, with my brother and some of the local kids. I don't know what I was looking at.
I got a wind-up plane that spun in circles on the floor.
It's round, it's almost monochromatic, and it doesn't require copious amounts of drawing with icing. Easy, right? Well ....
It's like some Backyardigans bizaaro world - it looks familiar, but is just off enough to be really creepy. The first thing Big Daddy said to me was, "Why didn't you mix the icing? The color's all uneven." Yes. In spite of stirring until my arm hurt, the icing still looks like a satellite photo of the Pacific Ocean. I can't seem to get away from grotesque skin texture. And, I don't know where they found their Oreos, but the ones I found made Pablo's eyes ... um ... a bit oversized (to say the least). The hat looked really easy in the picture, but mine looks like a multi-colored pile of poo.
At least it's not as bad as Dora was.
If it weren't for my children's undying gratitude and sheer awe of my cake making ability (not to mention good blog fodder), I would be buying stock in Carvel Cakes.
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My oldest child has an aversion. To clothing. She loves being naked! We're trying to teach her some modesty, but it's been slow going. And, seriously, the temperatures have been below freezing lately. Today she was, as usual, running around without any pants on. So, I told her that I was going to get some pants for her. She said, "I can do it myself," and disappeared into her room.
When Bean reappeared, she ... well, she wasn't bottomless.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
(Thanks to Sweet Services for the picture.)
This peppermint candy found its way into Bean's hands, and then into Bean's mouth, where it became lodged in Bean's throat.
So, there I was, watching Grammy play Scramble on Facebook, when a red-faced, not breathing Bean ran into the kitchen, clutching her throat. Ignoring my sheer panic, I immediately and calmly flipped her upside-down and began pounding her on the back. After a few seconds that seemed to last hours, Bean made a gagging sound and coughed up the peppermint.
I gathered a surprisingly composed Bean into my arms as my dog began to eat the coughed-up peppermint off the floor, and carried her into living room so I could sit down (because I wasn't very confident in my shaking legs).
"Did you choke a little bit?" I asked Bean.
"Yeah," she replied.
"Are you okay now?"
Bean cuddled up to me for a minute. Then, she sat up and said, "Mom?"
"I want another one."
And this is how Cakes responded ...
(Thank you, YouTube, for this family-friendly parody for this family-friendly blog).
I think my youngest may be a bit on the high-strung side ...