Please don't forget me (insert needy whine)!
I have a lot of posts. They are in my head though. To have them written here, please send a babysitter. Thank you. In the meantime: a picture. This one is of me and Veronika making cinnamon rolls. She loves cimmanin rolls and she's getting actually close to being "helpful" when I make them. Mostly she helps with her enthusiasm though which makes the process enjoyable for me. All this is part of an attempt of mine to make her participate in my activities so she doesn't bug me because I can't pay attention to her all the time. It's sort of working, I'm not really sure.
I love this picture because it captures the fun part of having a daughter. Also I want to document the progress of my plan to teach her how to bake ASAP so I can sit on the couch one day (a very "nigh" day) while she makes me cakes, cookies and pies. Only a decade or so to go...
Updates
I uploaded some new short movies of Ivan as well as Snapfish links on his site. There's also a new video of Veronika dancing to her eternally favorite song "A Dios Le Pido" (or in Veronikanese "A le pilo"). Note the self-made skirt...
Posted at 09:36 PM on July 09, 2006Another one from the library archives
Maybe not the worst but a very very bad pick-up line: "Oh you have two kids, huh? And you're still together with their father?"
Posted at 01:09 PM on July 08, 2006 | Comments (1)Family Member #6 (Yeah, I counted Digby)
A few weeks ago, on our anniversary to be exact, we welcomed The Amazing Mixer into our family. It was a surprise, but such a welcome one and we took to each other immediately. Mostly I took to it.
Ever since it was placed on my kitchen counter, my life is transformed. I thought I liked baking before, but now! Now! Its quiet, calm but incredibly heavy (have you tried lifting that thing?) presence is a premanent inspiration. "How about more muffins? How about a fluffy jelly roll? I will do all the beating for you. You just stand and watch. How about meringue? Oh, oh, or something yeasty, maybe some dough? You don't have to move a finger. Wanna see how I make pizza dough? Wanna? Or maybe you want something salty? Whipped potatoes? Meat loaf? What? Let's do it! Come on, you know you want to!" Ok, maybe not that quiet after all.
I know. You think I'm crazy. And I am. I have finally reached the last housewife frontier: falling in love with appliances. I am smitten. I can't resist. So beautiful and sleek and shiny! It makes my life easier, so much so, that I will immediately clean it all up after I use it, so I can restore the sparkly beauty and its outer appearance can match its noble character. Obviously what adds to its attraction is the fact that it was a gift. There was no rude and pragmatical selection process at the store. The mixer appeared at our house and it was... meant to be! Destiny sent it to make my life complete. (Alright, it was destiny facilitated by my in-laws wallet.)
Every time I start cooking I stop and think if somehow we could get the mixer to be part of it. Stir-fry won't work, neither will corn on the cob, but maybe strawberry jelly? Sure, I can just stir it with a spoon, but we all know... it just won't be the same! The most important ingredient is always the love and I just want to feel the amazing mixer love! I am so grateful to have this thing on my counter, I don't know how to express it. I wish it made sandwiches and cleaned the counters or babysat my kids. It doesn't, I am aware (the opposable thumbs issue and all that), but we both know, deep down inside the shiny black steel... it really really wants to and that's all that matters to me.