Some days are busier than others

Oh look, a cute little baby that loves to carry around spoons and open the fridge.  

But wait, what's that white goatee? 

 

No problem, Lily.  It's only a cake for Daddy's work that has to be there in five minutes.  I don't think anyone will ever notice you went mining for gold in the cream cheese frosting. [And gave up when you hit cake--did you really think it was going to be a big sheet of straight frosting?]

(three minutes later)

...Is that silence I hear while I've been trying to make the pockmarked cake presentable?  Of course it is.  And of course someone's been busy in the bathroom.
 

I have learned that cakes are just not a safe thing to leave lying around this house.  [I also realize how obvious that last sentence sounds, but somehow it's easy to forget that some people have no shame when it comes to sugar.  And that they come by those genes honestly from their maternal side. : )]

A few weeks ago I made a cake that I was going to have my cub scouts decorate like an American flag.  I left it out to cool, and rejected Eliza's many pleas to have a little "taste test."  Exactly two minutes before my scouts showed up I returned to the kitchen just to find huge handfuls gone from the cake, and Eliza was nowhere to be found...until I followed the trail of cake crumbs to the bathroom.  No time for pictures then.  Good thing the scouts will eat anything.

The Latest Family Home Evening Lesson

It's Monday night.  You know what that means--another battle waged in the epic story of "Who Will Give The Family Home Evening Lesson."

Today, surprisingly, Sage and I had a challenger.  At dinnertime, Eliza dared to challenge the incumbents when she announced that she wanted to teach "an experiment" for our Lesson.

"What's your experiment?"  I asked Eliza warily (whispering to Mark that the experiment would surely require the use of Ziploc bags--a new favorite thing around here that has been recently rationed to one per kid per week).

"It has to do with water, wheat kernels, and soap!" Eliza announced gleefully. 

Mark and I then joined forces to filibuster that motion.  It was pretty easy to distract and conquer, since we had chocolate cake on our side, and our four-year-old would-be scientist has the biggest sweet tooth on this side of the Mississippi.  And possibly the other side, too.

And I gave the lesson.  : )