My New Best Friend

Meet Stoney

O.K. I really haven't stooped low enough to NAME it (although I may just do that in the future--suggestions welcome). And I am not being paid to promote Pampered Chef (but maybe I should be...Hmmm...), but can I just say

how much

I LOVE

my new stoneware cookie sheet?

My friends, if you only KNEW how much I love this sheet, you would totally buy one.

IT IS FAB-DABULOUS!

You must know, if you don't already, I'm not that high-maintenance when it comes to kitchen gadgets and gizmos. I was amazed when we got married and Bart insisted we buy a cookie scooper (you know, those little tiny ice cream scoops?). I mean, what's wrong with two spoons? That's how my family always rolled and we SURVIVED. I also lived in a place for 2 years where the only kitchen appliances we had were the European-sized fridge and small gas stove/oven. Oh, and a toaster. AND I made bread almost every day! By hand. And we survived.

So the mere fact that I feel it important enough to post should tell you something.

*eh-hem*

Back to the original point.

Not only does Stoney (uh-oh...) cook things up just perfectly, it is so versatile! AND not only that, it's big enough that I can bake pizza on it (tried and true!), AND I can fit 20, (did you hear that?)

20

good-sized cookies on it! (and that cuts cookie batch baking time!)

The down sides are that it is big, and it is a little heavy. Right now I have to store it on top of the microwave.

HOWEVER, it has great built-in (formed, molded, whatever) handles and it's BIG, and it BAKES UP A GREAT BATCH OF...WHATEVER!

IT

IS

AMAZING!

the end

I Can't Hear You!

What is it with kids pushing each other's buttons? Charlie will say, "No it's not," when he knows Jane thinks (or KNOWS) that IT IS. Jane will call Charlie a "pretend name" that she knows he dislikes.

Pick, pick, pick.

Today at lunch they were having an argument over something silly. Jane has mastered the skill of knowing exactly what buttons to push to get the biggest rise. After listening to them go back and forth a few times and knowing that Charlie was getting more and more upset, I finally said,

"Charlie, just ignore Jane. Pretend you can't hear her!"

Jane immediately looked at the toy frog she had in her hand and made him say back to herself, "I can hear you..."

Oh, Heaven help us.

Walking a Mile In Someone Else's Pants

"Whatcha doin', Jane?" I asked.

"Switching their pants," she said in a what-else-would-I-be-doing? kind of voice.

Jane's fashion sense is extending beyond her own wardrobe now.

Lucky Lego guys.

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"...They're kind of an annual thing..." --Rapunzel

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BART!

...the best daddy we could ever ask for.