I Heart Cupcakes

Today I made Kahlua Chocolate cupcakes with Mocha Frosting, and Grand Marnier Orange cupcakes with White Chocolate Frosting. I know, cruel of me. 

They were very good.

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earthquake

at 5:25 this morning. not even kidding. It only lasted a second or so, which is boring, but i prefer boring when it comes to natural disasters.

Personal Soapbox Moment: Velveeta is not cheese, and should never be compared price-wise against tillamook medium cheddar…or any medium cheddar…or any cheese for that matter.

baby news: Violet ate cheerios this evening. her response? “Meh..”

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Personal Confession

I finished my first Sudoku puzzle today. Not to be confused with “Soduko” or “Sukodu” or “Dukosu” for those of you who can never remember how to pronounce it.  Yes, I may have had to look at the answer key…a few times. I had always thought it involved adding numbers or subtracting or some combination of all the problem solvers in basic math, and the answers would never match up for me, which was frustrating. Now that I know how “easy” it is, my self-esteem has improved dramatically. Anyway, this is boring. Don’t blame me; I just spent a car trip home with a baby screaming hysterically…still a little shell-shocked.

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Nicoderm for Babies?

So…Violet has a fake laugh. It would be cute and funny, except that her fake laugh is strangely akin to a smoker’s laugh. She has many forms of this laugh; ranging from a hoarse, throaty chuckle to a full…smoker’s laugh. I’m sure you know what I mean. If you smoke, I’m sorry–your body deserves better, and I make no excuses for finding humor in the similarities between your laugh and my daughter’s.

Of course, this should come as little surprise to me because she also growls. That’s right, she growls. Which is a little scary, because her cousins also growl, so apparently this is genetic.

Second soapbox for the day: when people live together because they say they “can’t afford” to get married, I do not understand this.

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Game Time

When AJ and I play cards together, we gloat over each other terribly. We just finished playing “Phase Ten,” a card game like rummy with ten different rounds. It went something like this.

Round One: AJ wins. “Oh yeah! Sucka Foo’! Can’t Touch This!”

Round Two: I let AJ win again. “AAAAAAnd that’s what I’m talking about! Ha!”

Round Three: I win. “Oh Yeah, you wish you could have played as good as I just did!”

I’m sure you get the idea. In the end, AJ won this set (closely), and after a kiss and smile to show each other we never meant all the mean things we had just  finished saying, we packed away the cards.

I just realized that a preliminary glance at the title of this post might make you think I was writing about the upcoming Super Bowl. oi. The only(only) time I actually cared who won that humanistic display of materialism and decaying cultural ideals was when my home team, the Seahawks went a few years back. I promise not to go off on a tangent here about how the game was stolen by terrible (terrible) calls, resulting in a deep depression that smote the larger Seattle area for some time.  Great. Now I am writing about the Super Bowl.

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Now That’s Bravery

Violet is scared of the vacuum cleaner. When she’s on the ground crawling and I’m vacuuming, her limbs shake it if comes too close and she cries the whole time its on. The funny thing, is that in spite of this, she finds it her duty to defend her patch of carpet from the roaring monster that takes everything off the ground she was planning to eat.  Yes, you heard right. My six-month old daughter chases off the vacuum-cleaner while crying and shaking.

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We did our taxes today…

Apparently, babies make a big difference in tax returns. Who’d have thought?

Breaking News: If you feed a baby a blackberry-banana smoothie, their “spit-up” is the same color as the smoothie. Purple Urple! The good news is, she was just as entertained by the smoothie the second time around. I found her sitting on the carpet swishing around a little purple puddle with her fingers.

In other news, C.S Lewis is always better the second time around. We’re currently reading his space trilogy, and I’m finding it much more interesting than I did at 13 or 14.

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