"Your" drawer

As you know, mommy spends a lot of time on her (fake) job, writing her food blog. Hey, before you complain, you score lots of yummy treats and healthy dinners from my (made-up) career! But it does mean I spend a good chunk of the day thinking about dinner, prepping for dinner and actually making dinner. If your dad isn't around to play with you, here's what we do...

I open "your" drawer...


...which consists of my baking equipment. All kiddie-proofed stuff, minus that somewhat sharp candy thermometer that I still let you play with for some reason. You love it. You make a mess. You bring friends (see Woody and Buzz above).


Yesterday I taught you how to design the floor with mini tart pans. I realize there will come a day when you tire of measuring spoons but until then, the drawer is all "yours."

Pop Goes The Weasel

Because your name is Jack, you have a few of these guys:


They scare you. They scare me! The music is so sinister and creepy, like when movies foreshadow something terrible that's about to happen. It pops just a hair before you think it should, every time. A quote from your 4-year-old cousin:

That just made my heart tickle!

That's an adorable way of saying this mother f'er needs to be thrown out.

(Yes, it's before 6 in the morning right now...)