Too hot for cake
Plum turned two this week. Which puts him right smack dab in the middle of that wonderful one-to-three age range. I love this stage and […]
Plum turned two this week. Which puts him right smack dab in the middle of that wonderful one-to-three age range. I love this stage and […]
When I was in my last year of high school, I took a writer’s craft course. Which was amazing and enriching, encouraging and all that […]
I was in the grocery store a couple of weeks ago and I was spent. The night before was probably one of those teething nights. […]
Beangirl will be seven at the end of the week. She had her party earlier in the month – trying to avoid the possibly hilarious party game of ‘count the contractions!’ – and it was lovely, sunny fun. We made felt finger puppets and DIY ziplock bag ice cream (google it – it may change your summer), and ate sticky strawberry meringues.
One retro double-meringued, coconut custard, messy and gorgeous birthday cake. Just what September ordered.
Midway through visitor month chez nous and feeling very blessed with all the people coming through my house. I do like full tables. It’s so hard to have a full table and not do dessert. A few nights ago, it was an apple and walnut cake, slathered in treacle frosting and topped with golden candles for our visiting six year old and for my Blue. My soon-to-be three-year-old Blue.
As of today, I’ve been a mother for four years. If you count the birth of the child as the birth of the mother. My own mum counts up the ages of all of her offspring and calculates it out that way. Impressive when she does it; I’m just getting started.