Saturday, February 28, 2009

Randomness

What happens when you have too many princess dress up clothes and not enough body parts.
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How do I know Jared is my son? In the car the other day he told me he couldn't wait for another wedding party. I asked him why. "Because of all the free drinks!" he exclaimed. Granted, he was talking about ginger ale, but I can see a little bit of a resemblance to his mommy.
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Quote of the week: Zach when I told him what was for dinner asked me, "Oh, is that the thing that we hate?" Uhm, yes, son, it's written right here in my cookbook "Dinner item all the boys hate."
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I don't care what the big J wants to be when he grows up, he's going to become a baker. He's awesome in the kitchen. I just have to say "hey, there a sugar cookie recipe that I just happened to google on my computer,.. go check it out,.." and before you know it, I have fresh cookies! Which means he gets very disgruntled these days when hubby doesn't understand the kid knows his way around the kitchen and micromanages the grilled cheese flipping. Or perhaps hubby is afraid the big J takes after his mother in more ways than enjoying a few rounds on the house. When I asked Zach what he wanted for lunch one afternoon he told me "that burnt thing with cheese in the middle,.." to which Jared (who knows his way around the kitchen you remember) guessed he meant my grilled cheese sandwich. Jared will be the first college-bound child to send his mother care packages instead of the other way around.
Fifi agrees - good cookies!
I can honeslty say I have everything AND the kitchen sink,.. in my kitchen.
And we close with Fifi getting in touch with her inner Angus Young. If this is her bedtime routine, no wonder she hasn't really slept through the night yet,...

1 comment:

SuburbanCorrespondent said...

My oldest is going to college in the fall, and I haven't the faintest idea who is going to cook dinner around here when he leaves.