“Mom, I’m bored”

“Mom, I want to do something with you”

“Mom, I’m booooooored”

*sigh*

The problem with a bored 10 year old - they don’t let up.  So I suggested a few things having established that said bored 10 year old had no clue what she wanted to do, all she knew is she wanted to do it with me. Naturally I picked the least labour intensive options, playing cards - no, something artsy craftsy - no, tidying up the house - NO. In desperation I did what any mother does when faced with a bored child.

“Would you like to bake something?”

(desperate times, call for desperate measures)

Having managed to bake the cakes for J’s project I figured cupcakes couldn’t be too difficult. So off we went to buy the ingredients - including lots of assorted sweeties and we were on our way.

Alright so some purists might say that using a packet cake mix and instant icing isn’t ‘real baking’ - to them I say “pfffffft’

Looking good

 

We even got creative and made pink icing

Ahuh! Caught in the act…..

Would you look at those? All decorated by Tamsyn.

A happy daughter - bravo for Ina Paarmen’s instant cake mixture and icing. Oh and an oven that is very forgiving when you use the wrong setting to bake cupcakes. (oh come on.. you knew I’d stuffed it up somehow.)

*Anyone* can learn to cook in 24 hours - just not me. The other evening Jessica decided she was going to cook us dinner. I know, I too almost fell off the barstool in amazement. She did a really fantastic job of it - with a teensy bit of help from our resident gourmet chef (alas not me, I’m still the thorn in Jaimie’s side).

“It’s easy Mom, you should try it” - ah, the exuberance of youth.

“Supper’s ready”

As Wouter would say…. nom.

I really thought now that my kids are older I would no longer find myself with company whilst in the lavatory.  I was wrong… only this time my company insists on sitting on my lap whilst I’m, how shall I put this delicately, busy doing my thing. Bagheera (no great surprise here) has decided that joining me in the loo is the in thing to do, especially after a long nights sleep. She also purrs louder than a Harley Davidson and well.. it’s moderately off putting to say the least. We have come up with the solution to the early morning romps the two of them get up to….. as soon as they start their nonsense….. Gymmie gets ‘accidentally’ locked in the garage…. ah… silence… bliss.

I shan’t bore you with the details of yet another of my forays into the culinary world.. suffice to say - despite the recipe saying it was tomato soup - it came out as orange tasting gloop.

I have also decided to create a seperate blog for my scrapbooking - figure this way I can pontificate about cardstock/elements/brads/gadgets etc. without fear of losing my audience.

I have cooked two recipes from The *Bloody* Book and the last one was an unmitigated disaster.

Not only did I injure myself (apparently slicing parts of one’s finger off isn’t part of the recipe) but the mince for the lasagne was so watery I had to strain it through a colander before I could spoon it into the dish - AND I followed that part of the recipe to the letter… so Jamie, it isn’t true - not anyone can learn to cook in 24 hours!! Put that in your signature line of cookware and smoke it.

I blame my in-laws.