Oops we did it again

The Real Zoo

Since we pretty much already live in a zoo at our house (in addition to the combination of good weather and Trenton's day off school last Friday) the kids and I headed to the real zoo where at least my children's behavior is a bit more acceptable. Brooklyn sat there and looked cute in the stroller. The boys plugged their ears to block the load roars of the tyrannosaurus rex at the dinosaur exhibit and I wasted yet more money on another trip on the zoo train to culminate the day. Only daddy could have made the day more complete, but we're holding out for the future days when hopefully Fridays will mean a day off of work for him.

Why Blondes Shouldn't Bake

"Dave, HELP!!!" My shout is heard Saturday night from the kitchen. "Are you okay?" he starts asking as he walks down the hall to find me. As he rounds the corner, he tries hard to muffle the chuckle welling up inside of him. "What do you want me to do?" he asks. "Help me," I retort with a mixture of impatience and "did I really just do this to myself?" in my voice. He tells me to hold on as he leaves to get something to help get the beaters out of my hair (or so I assumed). He returned with a camera instead. By picture number three I was ready to kick hiim, but couldn't help but laugh at myself at the same time. I like to think of myself as somewhat of a Betty Crocker, but I'm guessing Betty never leaned over her bowl during her mixing to smell the freshly squeezed lemon juice in her batter only to have the beaters grab hold of her locks and twist them round and round into a tangled mess. Of course she didn't, Betty would have had her hair in a hair net or at least pulled back because she knows that no one likes hair in their baked goods! I guess I'm very much still in training. And in case you're wondering, the lemon ricotta cheesecake managed to come out without any traces of hair in the final product, but I wasn't a fan of the texture the ricotta gave it so I'll never make it again. That and the fact that I'm still having nightmares about being attacked by a mixer.

Un Amigo on her cumpleanos

We took a trip to Chevy's to celebrate Brooklyn's first a few weeks ago followed by a trip to the mall where we had her ears pierced. You can zoom on some of the pics from her birthday cake on the previous post if you care enough to want to see her little earrings. I think the sombrero really does things for her, don't you?

Happy First Birthday Brooklyn