A very important phone call

Me:  Hey boy.
Carey: Hey
M: Do you think it's ok to eat chocolate that has melted and looks all weird and bubbly?
C: Weird and bubbly?
M: Yeah, weird and bubbly. And it has like a chalky film on top. Like it's melted or something.
C: I don't know. I'd have to see it.
M: Based on what I've told you, though, would you eat it?
C: What kind of candy bar is it?
M: Cookies and Cream
C:  Ooo, I don't know.  Oh wait, cookies and cream not cookie dough. 
M: Yeah. Cookies and cream
C: Yeah, you'll be ok. The air bubbles probably just happened when it melted and the chalky film is also just the way chocolate looks when it melts and re-hardens.
M: So, you sure I'll be ok?
C: Yeah.  I'd eat it.
M: K. Thanks.  
C: You're welcome.

It was delicious, by the way. 

Oh snap.

Pipes is sick.  She's had a cold for 8 days now.  She gave it to me on about the 3rd day.   It's not the flu but it's not fun either.

She's moved into the stage where she's coughing and got nasty in her throat that makes me want to hock a loogie for her.  .... Is that even how it's spelled?

Anyway, despite feeling horrible, she's met several milestones this past week.   She's learned and can (although not consistently) stand up in her crib and can stand holding onto the couch.

She's learned and perfected her method of getting from laying down to the sitting up position.

But most importantly, she's learned, as of this night, to crawl.    To crawl, people.   

Where's my "ee baby" gone?  And in case you're wondering that's a term we use that I cannot explain to Carey.  It just means little, basically.

Buddy is the one who made her crawl.   I knew we named him right.   He was laying there all cute and she just couldn't resist his charms.  She had to get from her place on the floor to him.   And then as Carey told him to move from place to place around the room she followed him.   

Now all I'm wondering is that it's all cute and exciting for us and Piper but what kind of anxiety is Buddy having to come to terms with tonigh?   Poor thing.  

I think I shall go give him some cheese.   He's my fella after all.

Sweet potato love

So, recently we've rediscovered the deliciousness that is Sticky Fingers.

May I take a moment to tell you about the sweet potato casserole?

It. is. amazing. The end.

The thing is, I've never cared for sweet potatoes. I would much rather just have a regular potato.   Which is really strange because I almost always choose something sweet over having something... er, not sweet.   Anyway, I made some of mama's sweet potato souffle for Thanksgiving and Christmas and I had to taste it to make sure I hadn't added a tablespoon of salt rather than a teaspoon or something crazy. Which is a real possibility when I'm cooking. Let's just be honest.  So when I was tasting the sweet potato souffle I decided that I don't hate it but that I do in fact love it.   I love it.  

I love it.

I love it.

I love it.

And now anytime I see sweet potato anything on a restaurant menu, I order it and weight watcher's be darned.  Actually, I just don't eat something else that I might have had that day.   I also love weight watcher's, have I mentioned recently?

Long story short, I've become obsessed with Sticky Fingers sweet potato casserole.  As in, I crave it as if I was pregnant.   Which I'm not, friends.  I am NOT.  But I want it at really inconvenient times.  Like 11:00 at night.  

SO, I've found a recipe that told me it tastes just like Sticky Fingers.  

It does not.

It's better.

It's like really runny, sweet potato casserole.    I kinda just guessed with some of the measurements.   But it being runny actually makes it like a dessert.  I'm eating it and you get these big mouthfuls of brown sugar and butter.   

That's all. I'm glad I shared this with you.