Lately I have been reading this blog, The Honest Toddler, which is written from the point of view of a sarcastic toddler who is attempting to make sense of life. As I read it, all I can think of is Evie. Especially the last few posts, one was about a toddler trying to deal with a newborn, and the other one was about the toddler realizing that she is no longer one with her mommy. That one was particularly hard for me to read, as Evalyn and I realize her new found independence. Not only does she help me make every cake each week, since she turned two, but she can also sing the whole alphabet, talk on the phone and make sense, put on her shoes and take off her clothes, and the biggest achievement of all, tell me or Ted when she has to go to the bathroom (even when she is wearing a diaper) and then goes in the big girl potty! Our goal, by the end of the summer, is to have Evalyn as close to out of diapers as possible. We are one week in and girlfriend is doing spectacularly. Thank goodness this is the first summer that I am not working since I was in high school, so I can be there for the process. It is nice, and stressful, and hectic, and funny, trying to play the role of wife, cook, housekeeper, and mother of two. I am glad that I also love to work, or I think my "it's okay that you colored on the wall, your night-stand, bed frame, and lamp when you were suppose to be asleep- smile" would wear off more quickly than Evalyn and Ted would like, and I would possibly loose it. I mean how many times can you say "Oh Toodles" and dance the "Hot Dog" dance until you loose it? I am probably pretty close to that fine line as I find myself singing the Mickey Mouse Club House theme song in the shower.
In an effort to make more efficient use of my time, I chose a cake that did not require me to purchase any ingredients, going to the store with a newborn and Evalyn turns a ten minute shopping run into a two-hour adventure. So I chose to make a Greek Yogurt and Honey cake, besides the two ingredients said in the title, the cake also called for three eggs, light brown sugar, vanilla, AP flour, and baking soda. The topping is lemon juice, honey, and butter.
Here is a picture of OUR cake (A word I am desperately trying to teach Evie to say instead of MINE):
Here is the book's cake:
Until next week...
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