check my frozen talents.
Jul. 6th, 2007 12:49 pmThis is why I plan on having more than one kid.
I am making banana ice cream. It will have some chocolate and nuts in it. All part of my plan to emulate chocolate dipped frozen bananas. Sans stick. Not that sticks aren't great; because they are. I just lack sticks in my life and my bananas are awfully ripe.
I am on a bit of an ice cream making bender as it is too warm to turn on the oven and bake. What should I make next?
In adorable baby talk, Senor Onion somehow figured out how to use the coffee table to pull himself up to the standing position. The kid hasn't bothered to crawl yet but he tries this instead. He finds that if he needs to get somewhere that flinging himself in the general direction of where he wants to go is the best method. Of course this is isn't so great when he is sitting in my arms and he tries to leap toward something far away and lacks some kind of safety net. Fun times I tell you.
I am still trying to figure out how he ends up with mushed carrots on his ears. One of those mysteries. Like the Shroud of Turin.
I am making banana ice cream. It will have some chocolate and nuts in it. All part of my plan to emulate chocolate dipped frozen bananas. Sans stick. Not that sticks aren't great; because they are. I just lack sticks in my life and my bananas are awfully ripe.
I am on a bit of an ice cream making bender as it is too warm to turn on the oven and bake. What should I make next?
In adorable baby talk, Senor Onion somehow figured out how to use the coffee table to pull himself up to the standing position. The kid hasn't bothered to crawl yet but he tries this instead. He finds that if he needs to get somewhere that flinging himself in the general direction of where he wants to go is the best method. Of course this is isn't so great when he is sitting in my arms and he tries to leap toward something far away and lacks some kind of safety net. Fun times I tell you.
I am still trying to figure out how he ends up with mushed carrots on his ears. One of those mysteries. Like the Shroud of Turin.