Mr Accident arrived home yesterday after three long, looooong weeks away. Usually I am superwoman while he is gone, but this time it was just hard. Damn hard. Two small kids and a new puppy, with no backup, is a challenging proposition to even the most aproned housewife. But time finally passed (as it does tend to do) and now he's home again. Hooray!
He was excited as I was - he ran the whole way home from the bus lugging more gear than I could get inside in two trips. Seeing his face again, all lit up at seeing me, made my entire month. And since the girls were napping (I told Peanut that she had to sleep to make Daddy come home - apparently he's channeling Santa Claus now) Mr A could scoop me straight up and take me to the back of the house, to chastely hold hands and talk about the state of the economy.
|Not my children's father|
Nice thing number three? Panzer is growing up, both in size and maturity. She is still strafing my floors with her "presents" but now at least she has the dignity to look ashamed when I catch her in the act. I count that as progress! And she hasn't nipped a small finger in at least an hour. This is good, as if she didn't stop soon, I suspect the girls would have difficult learning maths with only three fingers between them. Size wise, she is growing like a juicy story. Mr A reckons her growth is exponential, but I bloody well hope not, because we can't afford the kibble to feed a forty foot dog.
The last nice thing is that the chicken eggs are coming in at an average of 53g. (Wikipedia says this is a medium sized egg, but the chooks reckon they feel quite large coming out. I'm going to take their word for it.) The reason I know this, is because I have a lovely new electronic kitchen scale. It's bright red, and even looking at it makes me feel cheerful. I've been weighing everything. This makes my recipes accurate, but they actually taste worse. I think the "oh, 170g is close enough to 150g of butter" devil-may-care attitude my previous, wildly incorrect scales encouraged made for more delicious cookies. I will have to spend a joyously long time weighing the amount of ingredients I actually use in my recipes and then update my secret recipe book.
So that's the happy happenings here. (Ughh, alliteration, so twee. Apologies.) What's been happening in your neck of the woods? (Do you actually live in woods? That was very presumptive of me. We can't all be Eeyore.) Do tell...