Why I could never endure a low-carb diet:
1. European bread
2. Fresh pasta
4. Brownies (chased with a mug of cold milk)
5. Rice (now I know this one may seem odd, but when you grow up in Hawaii, rice is the other half of any meal, breakfast included)
So last night I made brownies. Not the innocent cocoa kind, mind you, but rather the sort with little bits of peanut-butter-chip-goodness mixed in. That kind.
I made them for the kids. Mmhmm.
And then I snuck a few. In my defense, they were small, so my few probably equalled just one (or one point five) in the world of reasonably sized brownies. Plus, I got them one at a time so each brownie would require me trekking to the kitchen and back. (See, like half the calories are expended just in the getting! Or maybe three. Three calories. If we're being honest.)
Sigh. I think this calls for a change of subject.
So the thing I love about two year olds is that they can play happily by themselves for a few minutes, but they still want to do it near you.
Such is the case with my Elle. If I migrate toward the computer or sewing machine (as I'm prone to do), she's there within thirty seconds, plunking her toys on the carpet by my feet. I know from experience that this particular habit has a shelf life of about six months, so I'm trying to be better at putting my work on pause and joining in her play.
You know, before she turns thirteen and rolls her eyes at the mere sight of me.
the closed door and sweet surrender
3 hours ago