Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Summer = Baking and Eating

So, on today's episode of "I'm bored.  I know...let's bake something", We made homemade donuts.  I found the cutest little donut pan at Goodwill a year or so ago, so we experimented with doughnuts that were baked rather than deep fried.  The result...meh.  They pretty much had the taste/consistency of a muffin.  But, you don't usually add sprinkles to muffins, so that was a bit of a bonus. 

Verdict?  If your kids are easy to fool (mine are not) you might be able to convince them these are real donuts (I could not).  But, they're fun anyway!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Wowzers--I actually made it!

I'm really inspired by Meg's blog.  She has this amazing sense of style, color, and she's real.  Sometimes she's thrilled with her kids, sometimes she wants to wring their necks, and she is honest about it.  I love that.  I feel sometimes that blogs are so carefully crafted to show only one side of life--the perfectly decorated, color-coordinated, crafty, delicious, happy side of life.  I love to be inspired by those things, but if you spend too much time blog-hopping, you might develop a bit of inferiority complex.  Which is what I was afraid of when I attempted Meg's rainbow cake.  I was ready for abject failure, I have to admit...but, I did it!!

I truly cannot believe it turned out so well.  Such a happy little cake!!

Monday, June 6, 2011

No Explanations, No Regrets

Sadly, I haven't been here in almost a year.  I'm a teacher--if you look closely, you'll realize I only post between the months of June and August--go figure.  I'm hoping, once again, to be here more often.  A quick update on the two crazy people for whom this little corner of cyberspace is named:

Sissy turned nine this past April, and we had a luau/pool party/shrieking girl extravaganza.  I had one or two moments of creativity, but cheated and bought almost everything from Dollar Tree.  Sissy is as sweet, nutty, and moody as ever.  She's looking forward to swimming all summer long.

Oh, Sassy.  She's a toot.  Really.  Can you tell?  She's not a baby anymore, which is the reason for my total despair.  She will be *gulp* FOUR at the end of this month.  I've responded by spoiling her and ruining her for life.  I can't help it, and now I know why everybody rolls their eyes at mothers who do this.  I used to, but now I am totally sympathetic.