My Unedited Life: Cake.

Photo from thepioneerwoman.com

Pioneer Woman's "Grandma Iny's Prune Cake" is in my fridge. Taunting me. Glistening in all it's spice cakey, gooey carmel covered goodness. "You mayn't have some." it taunts, sounding self righteous. The flour in the batter sticks it tongue out at me. The 1 cup of oil beckons with a "Come hither" glance and a reminder that there is buttermilk, nutmeg, and cinnamon in here. Tantalizing cinnamon..... mmmmm....

Considering that my baby will turn 1 in a month and I'm wearing a maternity shirt today, the oil should be a deterent. It isn't. But that darn flour. If it wasn't for that darn flour, I'd be diving in FACE FIRST into this cake. It's been that kind of day.

So I'm eating iceberg lettuce by the handful. Just plain old iceberg lettuce. Sometimes I glare over at the fridge, "See??? I don't need you, Cake. This lettuce is awesome. I love this lettuce, and it loves me back."

Cake rolls it's eyes. Cake knows I am lying.

Because Cake knows a universal truth: iceberg lettuce is NOT cake.

I hate Cake.

If you like Cake, and you really should, and you aren't Celiac or something, then please--follow Pioneer Woman's admonition and make this cake now.

Daily Funnies...

My kids crack me up. For example:

Thing 1: "Mama, the dream is over."
Me: "What? What do you mean the dream is over?"
Thing 1: (mumbled) "The dream is SO over."

And the fact that Thing 2 wants milk with ice in it. I think I may have given him just-made lukewarm powdered milk one too many times. "No, Mama. I want COLD milk. I want COLD, FRESH milk." (He's two, p.s.)

Or the Wee One, who is army crawling and finally pulling up on things... and getting stuck there... with no way to get down. And the fact that when she laughs it's like a sheep "baaaaa-h"-ing. Or a machine gun. Take your pick.

This pretty much sums up my life.

My Give-a-Care is Busted

Does that ever happen to you? Does your Give-a-care just... break? About halfway through a morning and a pile of dishes? Cuz it just happened to me.

So I scooped the Wee One out of her crib (hey--she wasn't napping anyway) and plopped flat on my back on the couch and let her play with my face.

That's about all I'm capable of today.

Cuz my Give-a-Care is busted.