I no program. I bake.

WHAT FUN I've had in the past 2 days being domestic! I am feeling a LOT better, and LOVING being able to DO stuff! LOVING it! I still have queasy spells or whatever, if I get too hungry or every time I brush my teeth for example, but I'm not just living with nasty nauseau. So I will reiterate from a previous post, I am APPRECIATING WELLNESS! It is a beautiful thing, let me confirm, if anyone was wondering.

One weird thing before the fun reports. I checked my weight on the scale yesterday... still 110 lbs... so I've actually LOST like 2 or 3, cause I had gone up a couple before getting prego, but I look and feel fatter now... I dunno if it's water or what. But I was sure I was gonna be 120 again. Anyway, not intersting to anyone but me I suppose.

SO on the fun stuff!
#1 Yesterday morning I made almond milk from scratch. We've been buying it in tetrapacks at the grocery store, but all along I've been meaning to make my own, just never getting around to it. So I finally found my round tuit. Soaked the almonds 24 hrs, peeled them (unnecessary but makes the milk a beautiful pristine white if you do), blended and strained and Voila! A gorgeous, delicious, nutritious, homemade beverage, that I SO prefer to the store-bought one. I can give the ultra easy recipe to any interested parties. 1/2 cup almonds makes 2 1/2 cups milk, or more, I guess, depending on how thin you like your milk, but we are/were whole milk people. Anyway, I was so pleased with the outcome I was all tickled. (if you are interested, I can also email you a speech on "Why almond milk?")

#2 Then later that night I got even MORE tickled (like where I'm bouncing - I had been worried that I lost my bounce- and giggling like I'm 5 again... most of you have witnessed this performance at one point or another... I never really grew out of it) because I went and bought a pumpkin and carved it all by myself, for the first time ever! I don't think I ever carved a pumpkin except for maybe in a grade 1 school art project or something. So I designed it first on paper, drew it out, cut it, and was SO proud of it that, you guessed it, I was bouncing. It was a nice outcome, and it also vented some artistic inclinations that have been busting to get out for a while now. I wasn't sure what to do with them. This helped! They were temporarily appeased. And I must have done ok on it, cause Chris almost didn't believe that I did it myself. He walked in the door after seeing it and said, "So I guess you were downloading patterns off the internet?" Which, apparently one can do, but I still don't think that way. Parts of me live 'in the now' and other parts don't. I would never have thought of that. I just thought, Ooh! Get a paper and pencil and let's figure out how we will do it!!! Which is a good thing, planning, cause without it, I would have STARTED by cutting out a GREAT BIG circle for the face, then realizing, a little too late, that now I just have a big hole, and I can't carve a face out of that. So ya, measure (or design) twice, cut once. The old adage lives on.


#3 This morning, just after waking I was basically laying around, still way too sleepy to play very energetically with the very energetic Anna, but then an idea hit me. I want cinnamon rolls! So I jumped up, and went and made them! Yum! Interested in what gave me this sudden burst of energy, Anna inquired. I said, "Ta barruil agam!" Which means, I have an idea!
And she said, "What's a barruil?"
And I said, "an idea."
And she said, "Ooooh! WOwy! What is it????"

So then she followed me excitedly into the kitchen, and "helped" me make them, which mostly consisted of spilling things and complaining that she couldn't eat them yet, and we had fun, and then the best part: eating cinnamon rolls!

#4 This afternoon, until dark, I took Anna outside to play. We visited our garden, and I noticed, good grief, there is still a good bundle of stuff out there, that is NOT frozen to my amazement, and looking to come in the house and "get in my belly!" to coin a phrase. So I went and got my garden tools, even with the muddy conditions, and she ran around hitting the ground with one littel shovel while I used the curved forky looking thing (I'm still a city girl, ok, give me some time) to dig up the rest of our carrots, which for some reason, gives me such a thrill! Harvesting is just awesome. There is just something divine about planting seeds and later on going out and pulling up your carrots, which are, by the way, the best, sweetest, most flavourful carrots I've ever eaten (or juiced- oh baby!). Had I known before tonight that a person could wait THIS long to harvest carrots, I wouldn't have harvested them when I did. They were more than twice as big this time, and doing excellently well. If only I had known. Next year! I didn't realize that the regular air temperature being below freezing doesn't mean the GROUND is frozen, nor does it constitute "frost" officially. So there ya go.
There were even cucumbers waiting for someone to come bring them home. I was of course, more than obliging.

So that is all my fun, maybe it doens't soudn that fun, but I was bouncing, what can I say. It's contagious. If you were here, you really might have bounced too, you can't guarantee you wouldn't! ;)



this is my punkin'! I only have a webcam so the quality is lame and unclear. He has eyebrows and a nose and there are stars all around him and across the sides. Oh well.