In addition to the Bad Sleep phase I mentioned earlier this week, Elizabeth is also going through a Hitting People In The Face stage. Fortunately for her, she is ALSO-also going through a Pink Cowgirl Boot phase.
Today I tried making the Mint Chocolate Chip Cookies as brownies. Cookies involve a lot of cycling pans in and out of the oven, not to mention a lot of manufacturing of little lumps of dough that keep accidentally detouring to the mouth. So I dumped the whole batch of dough into a greased square brownie pan and cooked it for 38 minutes at 325 degrees F, and let's just say the whole pan of them is gone already. I need to tinker with the recipe (it should be moister), but there is potential here for greatness.
Third day of Week Three. I couldn't finish the second 3-minute jogging segment: after 2 minutes I'd stopped thinking I was going to die and started hoping. I think this means I'll repeat Week Three next week, since this time it isn't just "I don't see how I can possibly do more," it's "I didn't successfully complete this week's assignment and need an extension."
By the way, I have a genius idea to share. I've been struggling with the timing of these jog-walks, since I have to do it when Paul is home--which is when the weather is hottest and the traffic near our house is bad. That is not the genius idea. THIS is the genius idea: this morning when it was cooler, Rob and William and I did laps around our house. I put the twins in their playpen, and Henry was napping. Every time we were in one of the walking segments, either Rob or William walked inside to check on the babies. Also, I had the baby monitor clipped to my waistband--though I realized after we came in that since the other end of the monitor was in Elizabeth's bedroom, it wasn't doing me much good monitoring the twins in the living room.
Regardless of the genius factor (and the word “genius” sticks in the throat after relating that little tidbit about thinking the baby monitor would magically monitor the babies wherever they were), it is utterly discouraging to do laps around your house. Well, around my house, anyway--maybe your house is exciting to run laps around. Mine made me feel like a hamster in a wheel, only less fun than that. More like running around and around a house for no reason.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...