Weekend Coffee Share: All About That Easter


Remember how I promised sweet treats in last week’s Weekend Coffee Share post? Well, I’m delivering. And as long as you don’t mind my children’s possibly dirty hands having helped make the treats, then you’re welcome to partake.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that we had a fun time with Easter this weekend. There were no cute outfits or churchgoing, but we did decorate cakes and dye eggs. (No lectures, por favor.)

Earlier this week, I decided to make a cake with the kids — either an Easter Bunny cake or an Easter egg cake. I went with Easter egg, since that seemed easier more fun, as they could each do their own. The cake making was indeed a good time, although it didn’t quite start out that way! I had a little accident at the beginning that made me yell.

“Did you cut yourself again?” Sam asked matter-of-factly when he came to investigate the loud f-bomb I dropped.

“No,” I said sheepishly, avoiding making eye contact.

“Then what?”

“I don’t want to tell you,” I said.

“E…what did you do?” He stood there with his arms folded, indicating he wasn’t leaving until I spilled the beans.

So I told him. “I plugged in the mixer before putting the beaters in, then one of the beaters got stuck and I accidentally turned on the power while trying to eject the beater and it beat my finger.”

He didn’t remotely try to conceal his laughter.

As the cake was baking, Sam had a question for me. “E, what flavor cake did you say this was?”


Sam held up the box. “You made Devil’s food cake, E. Devil’s food cake! For Easter!” He again roared with laughter.

The laughter didn’t stop there, as Baby Girl had us rolling next. After I finished baking the cakes, shaped them into ovals, and frosted them, I let the kids do the decorating. Little Man was very excited to make his Easter egg cake, and was very careful in his decorating. Baby Girl, on the other hand, had one goal in mind: eat the decorations. After much coaxing and showing her how to put her M&Ms on, Baby Girl put a single piece of candy on her cake on her own and promptly took it back off and ate it.

The egg decorating was fun as well, even though Baby Girl declined to join outside of throwing two of the eggs. She was far more interested in procuring and eating more M&Ms. (FYI, this is the first time she’s had M&Ms. They are apparently the toddler equivalent of crack.)


Sam and I put some candy in baskets for the kids before going to bed. Plus Baby Girl got a Percy train from Thomas & Friends (who she calls ToTo) and Little Man got a little Lego set.

Now all that’s left to do is have an Easter egg hunt. Unfortunately, it rained most of last night and there’s no sign of it letting up much today, so we’ll probably have our hunt inside after Baby Girl’s nap. All in all, fun holiday. 🙂

Weekend Coffee Share is hosted by Diana at Part-Time Monster.


Weekend Coffee Share: Baking, The Kids, And Puke


Hello coffee drinkers!

First and foremost, can I get an “Amen” on the appropriately-placed commas in my title above? Because without it, I could be talking about baking the kids, or baking the kids and puke. Blech.


Okay, this may not be entirely applicable, but it’s still funny.

Now it’s time to get on with the show. I’d like to advise you to proceed into this coffee share using caution. One of my offspring turned into that evil little Excorist girl and projectile vomited err’where. On second thought, maybe you should just spray Lysol in my eyes, run, and then spray yourself down.

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As you may have gleaned from the title and picture below, I once again attempted to bake some bread this week. It didn’t pan out. I used one of those “so easy a child could do it” recipes where all you do is add a beer and let it sit for a while and stuff, and mine looked like this:


It was not good. Sam and Little Man swore they loved it, but the looks on their faces when I asked if they wanted me to wrap some up for lunch the next day betrayed them. At least they tried. Seriously though, you could’ve chipped a tooth on that crust. And the inside was doughy. No es bueno!

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So, have y’all seen that video where some reporter interviews a woman that lived in an apartment complex that caught on fire? Like the Sweet Brown “Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That” interview, this was pretty funny as well. The Sweet Brown interview/song came out shortly after LM turned 4. It drove him batty to hear some of our relatives quote the song. He’d get all irritated and correct them, saying, “No one has time for this.”

He’s since become a little more laid back and will sing the song (his dad is always singing it or something else). After watching the “Fire” song, he decided to sing “Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That.” It was pretty funny, so I had him do it again so I could record it (but of course!). I wish he would have done more of the song, but this totally cracks me up every time I watch it.

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Baby Girl had her 18-month well child visit on Thursday. As predicted, certain ladies in the office fawned all over Sam for bringing his daughter to an appointment. She is healthy, and the only thing we need to work on is her head banging. When she gets mad, she leans over and hits her forehead on the floor as hard as she can. Occasionally she does this in a gentle manner just because she knows we don’t like it. Anyway, we will continue trying to stop that as well as her other hitting tendencies.

I got a chuckle out of her discharge sheet. That little thing is 30.5 inches (9th percentile for height), 33 pounds (50th percentile for weight), and her head circumference is 19.75 inches, which has her in the 100th percentile for that. That toddler bobble head is so cute, but it’s tough to find shirts that go over her head! I had to cut out a chunk of her sweatshirt so it’d go over.

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Now for the last part. Baby Girl got sick all of a sudden yesterday. She took a longer nap than normal, and we were getting everything ready for the kids to go stay with Sam’s mom for the night so we could have a date night/put up the treadmill. (Don’t even get me started on that.) But then Baby Girl woke up feeling kinda warm and about 10 minutes later, she did this:


So long, Date Night.

She was running a fever of around 100. BG did the above number four more times throughout the evening. As fate would have it, I had just handed her off to Sam each time it happened. Sam had to change clothes so many time, and one time that mess was all in his beard!!! His reaction was priceless, too:


I felt slightly guilty since I started snickering at how he reacted. But I did clean everything up, at least.

BG was very tired throughout the rest of the evening and had a hard time keeping down and fluids. She seems mostly better this morning, thankfully!

Weekend Coffee Share is hosted by Diana at Part-Time Monster.

Making A List…

Despite not being a person who utilizes lists that often, I’ve been making a bunch of them lately. I’m determined to make this a great Christmas, and a little organization and planning and carrying things out in a militant Monica Geller fashion is the way to go.

I’ve got lists of items I’m making for our Christmas Eve dinner and Christmas Day brunch, a list of activities we’ll do in the week leading up to Christmas, a list of people who are special enough to get a treat tin or Christmas card, etc. I’ve even made lists of ingredients for shopping (shocking!). I’ll list a few of them below.

Christmas Movie-A-Thon

This starts on Saturday. The day after we’ll see the new Star Wars movie. We’ll watch a movie or pair of TV shows each night leading up to Christmas. Here’s what I have planned for us to watch:

  • The Polar Express
  • Elf
  • A Christmas Story
  • Frosty and Rudolph
  • Charlie Brown and How The Grinch Stole Christmas
  • Home Alone

I pretty much hate A Christmas Story (my dad loves it and insisted on playing it 24/7 on the few days before and after Christmas), but I think Little Man will like it, so it’s on the list. We’ll do some hot chocolate and baked treats with the movies each night.

Christmas Treats

I do a little baking (or crock-potting) around Christmas and like to give tins with my treats to a few lucky individuals. Every year Sam makes a fuss about me giving away his food, which is just silly as there is no way he could possibly eat it all before it goes bad. But at least it’s a good sign that I haven’t screwed things up!

  • Andes chocolate bark
  • Christmas crack (a chocolaty peanut thing made in the Crock Pot)
  • Cheesecake
  • Chocolate dipped pretzels and oreos

I usually make praline bars and chocolate chip cookies to go in the tins, but I’m getting lazy this year. Plus, I made chocolate chip cookies last night and don’t want to do it again. Too much cookie dough can be a bad thing.

Christmas Activities

  • Crafts. I suck at crafts, but we’re going to do their feet on canvas to make the reindeer form. I also plan to do a salt dough ornament out of their hands. These seem like relatively easy crafts that can’t be screwed up. If all goes well, maybe next year we’ll include pipe cleaner or glue. But not glitter.
  • We’re taking the kids to see an LED lights show in a nearby town. The house has thousands of lights that blink to Christmas songs. This will be our first time going to see it, so I hope they’ll enjoy it.
  • Breakfast with Santa. Little Man saw Santa Claus on Sunday at a thing our old church had (just him as Baby Girl was sick), but we’ll do the breakfast thing too and see how Baby Girl reacts. I wonder if Mrs. Claus will be at this one…Mrs. Claus at church on Sunday was wearing this exact outfit that showed off her gifts (except for the stockings):

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So, what’s on your list? Anything you would add to my lists (namely the movie list)?

One Busy Day!

My husband is a people pusher, like Tina Fey’s character Ms. Norbury in Mean Girls.


Except for mostly the only people he pushes is me.

And I do need pushing, sometimes.

He’s all the time pushing me to do better with my health, to work on my writing, to expand my social horizons.

Mostly I ignore him. Let me drive myself insane by obsessing over that lump for a month and refusing to see the doctor! Let me put off working on stories ’til next year! Let me be a loner! Or something like that.

Today, thanks in part to his pushiness, I got to meet fellow bloggers Nerd In The Brain and Not A Punk Rocker. He was worried that I’d back out, since I’m a habitual backer-outer, and threatened to make sure I was where I was supposed to be with the FindMyIPhone GPS thingy. Just kidding on that last part–he barely knows how to make folders, let alone do anything high tech like that. 😉

I’m so glad I met up with them because those are two awesome people! After following both of their blogs for close to a year probably, it was nice to meet two people I felt like I’ve gotten to know via their posts in person. I also got to meet the infamous Pigpool, so I can cross that off my bucket list. (He was everything I imagined he’d be, so be jealous y’all.)

Aaaaannnd I only got lost four times in the whole journey. Fuck you Google Maps for refusing to read me directions!

No kidding, before I left, Sam asked me, “Do you know how to get where you’re going?” I informed him that I had driven to that area on my own once and he gives me the look and says, “You’ve driven many places and not known how to get there again. Do you really know?” I laughed and told him “Of course not, but I don’t need to know how to get places because my phone will tell me.” Naturally it didn’t tell me much of anything.

After we all parted ways, I had planned to go grocery shopping and come home to bake my sweet potato pies for tomorrow. The grocery shopping happened, but not the baking. When I got home, Baby Girl was wailing and pulling her ears, so Sam and I dropped Little Man off at my in-laws and took her to the pediatric urgent care. She has an ear infection and got a prescription. This is the first time she’s ever been sick beyond a cold. And on top of the ears, she fell twice today and got a knot on her head and a cut over her eyes. Bad day all around for the poor thing.

We finally got home shortly before 11:00 and I gave BG the antibiotic and ibuprofen and put her to bed. Hopefully the meds will kick in and she’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep and feel better tomorrow. Since we won’t have to be at my in-laws until the evening for Thanksgiving, I should have plenty of time to bake my pies, as long as nothing else comes up.

That’s all I’ve got for now. I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving Eve. And, I’m going to pretend that I’m on West Coast time for the publishing of this post so I can say I didn’t miss a day of NaBloPoMo 😉

A Rare Baking Post: Apple Danish

I don’t do a lot of cooking related posts (well, any) because I’m not very good at it. I might occasionally gripe about my shitty abilities in a post here and there and I might mention baking once in a while, but generally I stay away from such posts.

Not today.

I decided to make an Apple Danish today. After Little Man quite seriously commented that zombies would love to eat the Danes, since they would taste good because of their danish, I had a taste for an apple danish and found a recipe.

Despite the Hamburger Helper fiasco of last week, I decided to go for it. Here’s how that went…

The dough turned out very sticky. I used to make homemade pretzels, so I knew the consistency was off. Other than melting the butter instead of using room temperature butter, I followed the instructions exactly. It was probably that small change that made it turn out weird. I added a bunch of flour so I could knead it, then let it rise and all that business.

This is before baking it. The strips aren’t exactly right, oops! I ended up having to cook the danish for almost twice as long as the recipe called for, so I think I either didn’t roll the dough thin enough or maybe it wasn’t long enough.

During the baking, there was a casualty. I accidentally threw the oven mitt on top of the burner I had just turned off from making the glaze. I smelled something off and thought, “Dammit, I’ve ruined the fucking danish,” but it was the oven mitt cooking. Luckily I got it off before it caught on fire.  Finally, after all of the checking to see if the danish was done, resetting the time for a couple more minutes, telling Little Man that no, it wasn’t quite ready, the thing was done. This is how it looked out of the oven: 
And here’s the piece I ate: 
The verdict?

It turned out pretty darn good.

Not good enough for Sam to tell me that it was awful and that I shouldn’t taste it (as he does on the rare occasion that I make something fantastic), nor was it good enough for Little Man to pretend to faint (as he does for things he deems awesome), but we all enjoyed it!

The crust turned out to be a little tough, but that was the only thing. I’ll definitely try it again and be sure to not melt the butter and get the dough thinner. Also, the glaze was amazeballs.

What tasty thing have you made lately?