Mmmm.... cake...

So a friend sent me a little internet quiz, "What kind of cake are you?" (http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz)and it turns out, I'm a marble cake:


***You Are a Marble Cake***

Eclectic, inventive, and peaceful.
You are never willing to accept what's "normal." You live to push the envelope.
You find it hard to make up your mind. You prefer to have everything you want, right away

This pleases me for two reasons - one I like the description. It does sound a lot like me, except for maybe the part about pushing the envelope. I'm not that much of a risk taker. But everything else is me, especially prefering to have everything I want, right away!

The other thing that pleases me about this is that marble cake is my favourite cake! Especially marble cake with chocolate frosting. Mmmm.... frosting....

Crazy days

So I've been neglected my blog because I have become obsessed with facebook. I've been finding all these pages of people from high school and enjoying seeing how they're doing. Even though I myself have a baby, somehow it seems weird to see them with babies. Oh, how these things suck up my time.

In other news, things have been exciting with Ben. We've started him on solids. He's had squash, sweet potatos, peas, carrots, and pears. Plus cereal - rice, barley, and oats. So far he's been really enjoying it, though strangely the carrots weren't a hit.




The other big thing is that we've taken Ben out of the swing. He's been sleeping in it for naps and overnight since he's reflux started in December. Last night, we put him to bed in his crib for the first time. And he wasn't too happy about it. We both cried a lot and then he spent half the night with me and half the night in the crib. Ah well, it's a process!

For mom, so I don't forget

Mom, I'm posting this here so I won't forget to show you. I found it on a craft site - it's a way to hang your fabrics as art. I think it would be cool in your new sewing room. Plus it would be super easy to swap out the fabrics seasonally or as the mood strikes. You're in Las Vegas right now, otherwise I would just email you and tell you to check your email (and how to open attachments...) :)

When free shit is just free shit

So my dad participates in many organizations, many boards, and many charitable events and as a result, he often comes by many gifts of questionable worth. You know, the free t-shirt from the charity walk, the free golf umbrella from the charity tournament, the commemorative poster from an event. And while they are lovely gestures, they tend to pile up over time. This drives my mom a little crazy. My dad, however, has trouble parting with such items unless he is sure they are going to a good home.

Sometimes this works in my favour. I have received very useful things such as flashlights, pens, post-its, and tape. Sometimes, however, the items are not as desirable. For about 15 years, he has been trying convince me and my sisters that the commemorative artwork best suited for a medical office lobby would look really great in our living rooms.

But the most common recipient of his hand-me-down winnings is my lovely husband Mark. Now there have been some occasions in the past where Mark has benefited quite nicely from his status as the sole son-in-law. For example, he got a cool BMW t-shirt that he really liked. Other times, he hasn't made out so well. Behold the maroon rainsuit:



Sometimes even free isn't worth it.