I read once that the best way to cope with a time change (jetlag or whatever) was exercise. Sadly, I believe the writer of the article meant a nice walk in the sunshine, not aerobic weight training at o’dark thirty. I have one word for that:
Things we discovered this weekend:
Andrew can put together his own pinewood derby car. Okay, so we bought the kit with the pre-shaped car. Still, he did it all himself. I just wish the manufacturers would illustrate the box with a car made by an actual eleven year old and not a computer enhanced image by a master craftsman.
The library book we can’t find is called Uh-Oh, confirming that the irony never stops around here.
Andrew has the same exact shoe size as I do, but he won’t let me wear his new skateboarder shoes.
Chocolate pumpkin cupcakes are a big hit.
I found the recipe at Marianne’s. I had to use a bit of water, however. While she said her mixture had a mousse like consistency, mine was like excavated dirt. And I swear to you, I waited until they were completely cool to frost them. Nevertheless, something happened.
Andrew asked me why I spooned pudding all over the cupcakes. I told him it was frosting. He shrugged and said, “Well, it still tastes good.”
And we congratulated ourselves on such a healthy, beta-carotene filled treat.