I found this really great recipe for homemade cheese. It was surprisingly simple: take one half-empty bottle of milk, forget about it and let it fester in the hot sun for 48 hours and voila! Homemade feta.
Jolie has hit my favourite milestone. Many mothers eagerly anticipate their children’s first words or first steps, but here’s what really yanks my chain:
She can hold her own bottle! I can taste the freedom, can you? Best milestone ever.
I am done trying to cut carbs. A life without bread is one I want no part of.
Looking for a nice, uplifting movie with some great acting? Check out House of D. I had never heard of it but some friends brought it over last night and it was a great flick.
Operation Stop Crapping Your Pants took a turn for the better when Avelyn finally pooped on the potty yesterday. We are officially accident-free when indoors at home. But as soon as she leaves the house, well, we’ve got some work to do.
Have you ever made these muffins? Because two words: WOW. They are tangy and sweet and delicious, just like me.
I really didn’t want to like Taylor Swift (because she’s really skinny and way too pretty and I wish I were both of those things), but we’ve been listening to her new CD (I bought it for Steve for Valentine’s Day because he totally has a crush on her) in the car for a few weeks and Avelyn knows most of the songs off by heart, and if watching a two year-old sing “Love Story”, with her eyes closed and arms swaying, doesn’t melt your heart, I don’t know what will.
I took a pregnancy test last week. It was negative and I was thrilled.
It’s really easy to write an incoherent blog post like this, and I don’t even feel bad when I can’t think of a good way to end it.