My New Favorite Song

This is the most soulful rendition I have ever heard. It changed my life!

Here Come the Littles

So there has been a bunch of stuff that has disappeared from our house lately. I am missing my one-cup dry cup measure. Katherine is missing her Cinderella doll and a hairbrush for her panda family. There are also a number of other not so important things that have vanished (hair ties and stuff) which I swear I put right there but when I go to find them, they're gone, never to be seen again.

But see, I have a hypothesis. I think that we have the Littles living in our walls and they've been swiping my stuff. For those of you who weren't born in the days of yore, "The Littles" is a Saturday morning cartoon about tiny people with tails who live in a kid's house and get chased a lot by cats and stuff. They drive a rollerskate and use other thingies from around the house to make their hole-in-the-wall home more comfortable.

So, I am making a plea to Grandpa, Dinky and the whole gang: Please please please give me back my cup measure. I'm sure it makes a nifty bathtub, but I need it! I'll even give you one of my tupperwares which will make an even better tub. And Katherine would sure love her Cinderella doll back.

Know Thyself

Last night Katherine was suffering from a case of the Nighttime Crazies. I always sort of thought that that particular condition struck mainly cats, but apparently, little kids can get it too. Anyway, she was running around at full speed, laughing like a maniac and jumping on just about everything she saw. Then she started in on the comedy routine, pulling faces and telling jokes...at least I think that's what they were. So, here's what I said:

Kirsten: Katherine, you're such a nerd.

Katherine: (looking completely scandalized). I am NOT a nerd, Mommy. I'm a geek!

Kirsten: Are you sure? You look like a nerd to me.

Katherine: I....Am.....A......Geeeeeeeeeek! (she leaned forward on "Geeeeeeek" to emphasize it)

Kirsten: Huh. OK, so does that mean I'm a nerd?

Katherine: No, you're a dork.

Kirsten: So, does that mean Daddy's a nerd?

Katherine: No, Daddy's a psycho.

Pregnancy Brain Strikes Again

Pregnancy Brain is one of my least favorite parts about being pregnant. Not only am I already overly-emotional (thanks hormones), but now I'm a flake, too. I miss appointments, forget to call people and space out on things I have to do, like yesterday when Katherine went to church having done her own hair because I just forgot. But last night I outdid myself.

I decided to make snickerdoodles. After I made the dough, I put it in the fridge for an hour, like the recipe said. But an hour and a half later, the dough was still really sticky. It was getting late so I just did my best and rolled the sticky dough blobs in the cinnamon sugar and baked them anyway.

This was the outcome

Yep, those are my snickerdoodles. They completely melted in the oven and I couldn't get them off the cookie sheet. Casey and I examined the recipe and figured out that I had added 2 sticks of butter instead of just one. Whoops! But the good news is, my ugly duckling cookies still taste ok.

I miss my brain!