A moment from Motherhood

This is a story about poop. So be warned. But don't worry I won't get too graphic.

Miss Biscuit had to have her nappy changed, so I changed it. Though the second I had everything tidied and so on, she exploded. I cleaned up that mess and then she decided to offer another encore. Like she was a freaking opera singer or something. Senor Onion walked into the bathroom about this time and so he witnessed me attempting to handle the chaos. He thought it was amusing. He said, "The baby exploded!" How true kid. how true. I was barely getting a handle on things and she gave me another encore. Finally Miss Biscuit was...done. I get her diapered/dressed and we go into the living room and I sit her on my lap. She then spits up all over herself and my clothes. Miss Biscuit I have to salute your comitment to a situation. So... I change her and clean myself up and everything is tidy-ish once again. Senor Onion hops around me as I am picking up his sister and he says, "Baby sister pooed and pooed and pooed and pooed and spit up. It was HILARIOUS!" He giggles and wanders away.
In that light I suppose it is.

I think the amusing part on my end is how proud I am of Senor Onion's expanding vocabulary. I had to tell him, "yes that is quite right!"

sugar and butter.

And lo there was more baking.
I had Senor Onion help me bake the lemon butter cookies today (which taste truly delicious) and then we made dough for these pecan spice cookies. I think we may bake those tomorrow. While children were napping (and they kindly napped at the same time) I made a bunch of tiny meatballs and put them in the freezer, (they are going in the timpano) and then I baked some muffins. I had a sudden craving for cincinnati chili so I whipped up a batch of that for dinner. It was a good day for cooking. I think tomorrow I might bake some more cookies. It is an entertaining way to keep the children amused.

When I am not wrangling children or cooking dinner, I occasionally read a book. Right now I am reading Six Geese A-Slaying. It is a fluffy cozy sort of murder mystery. I am fond of the series (my mother got me hooked on the books) and it has the theme of Christmas. It is perfect for the bath or in bed. I think my favorite in the series is the second one, but this is keeping me happy. I am also reading A Christmas Carol. I haven't read it in years (seen plenty of adaptations and have been in a few productions -when I was a kid. My Mother will probably comment about my acting "abilities" as Fan.) but I saw a copy of it for hardly anything (a recent penguin edition) and thought, "yeah that is what I want to read." Maybe the new year will be about reading some Dickens. Or something.

I think I may have a visitor or two on Friday. I will have to make them take cookies. I will tell them that it will be an act of charity to take the cookies off of my hands. I suspect I may have to go to the grocery store sooner than I had anticipated. I am low on a few things.