Cake!

 

Dinosaur cake.

It's birthday weekend in the Buckle house. First out is Little Man whose real birthday is tomorrow, but he has already cheated in kindie on Friday, and with his mates today.

Tomorrow he gets to share the family celebration with Mamma. My b-day is on monday.

This is the perfect, moist chocolate cake, but if you are waiting for a recipie, this I don't feel like it is mine to post. Got it of a girlfriend who bakes beautifully, with detailed instructions. Baking is definitely my culinary achilles heel.

Tomorrows chilli on the other hand. You might just luck out.

That Time

I've been longing to change to winter time for the last two weeks. The mornings are dark and tough, but I suddenly realised that brighter mornings mean darker afternoons.

The light goes around six thirty pm now. That means it will be dark by five thirty this time next week.

So I've broken out the Christmas candles early. They are pretty discreet, and I admit I wouldn't have put them out unless they surfaced in all this remodelling-tidying.

But it is the time to light candles, and I'm embracing the concept. Again.

Sunday Session

Sunday drive to Hå gamle prestegård, an old vicarige on the southern coast.

Living Together

... means 

being woken up at 06.30 in the morning with a "Hello, Mamma. I'm awake"

and have it followed up my a cuddle

having to watch sports at least 20 minutes a day

never holding the remote control

but always having someone to bag out the X-factor contestants with

making pancakes on a Saturday morning

being able to collapse on the sofa and demand service (like foot rubs and ice cream)

... and actually get it

having discussions about lamps and tiles when clearly I'm right

never having to take out the bins

always making dinner, and doing the dishes

but sharing home made chicken nuggets with two enthousiastic boys

falling asleep on the sofa, snoring

and someone not waking me up cause I'm still company

giving no excuses and acting as pregnant as I feel

... and actually get away with it.

Snow

I had to cheat with a photo from last year but we woke up to snow this morning. Little Man is in heaven.