May 31, 2009

Captain Insane'o Cake

I made this cake for my friend Kathleen's sons wedding open house this weekend. Kathleen sent me this recipe to use and I personally think we should rename it Captain Insane'o Cake. This bad boy has over a pound of butter between the cake and frosting. It kind of makes me smile and jiggle (yes, I said jiggle) all at the same time! 

DEVIL’S  FOOD  CAKE

1 ¾ cups boiling water

6 oz. semisweet chocolate, coarsely chopped, OR chocolate chips

1 cup unsweetened cocoa powder (the best kind is Saco Premium Cocoa, which comes in a round container with a picture of a baker on the front)

2 cups flour

2 tsp. baking soda

¼ tsp. salt

10 oz. (2 ½ sticks) butter, softened

1 ¾ cups packed dark brown sugar

4 large eggs

2 tsp. vanilla

 Preheat oven to 350°.  Line two 9-inch round cake pans with circles of wax paper or baking parchment.

 Pour the boiling water over the chocolate chips.  Add cocoa and stir until mixture is smooth.  Set aside to cool.  Cream the butter and brown sugar.  Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each.  Beat in vanilla.  Add the dry ingredients and half of the chocolate mixture.  Beat on low to combine, then on high for 1 ½ minutes.  Add the remaining chocolate mixture and beat on low until mixed.

 Pour batter into pans and bake 30-40 minutes, or until a cake tester inserted into the middle comes out completely clean.  Cool for 10-15 minutes; remove from pans.  Wrap in double layers of plastic wrap while still warm and freeze.  Double recipe makes two 10” layers plus two 8” layers.  Never fill pans more than 2/3 full.

 Frosting

 2 ½ sticks plus 2 T. butter, softened

4 ½ cups powdered sugar

1 cup unsweetened cocoa powder (For really dark frosting, use part Hershey’s Special Dark Cocoa, about 4 T.)

2 tsp. vanilla

¼ cup plus 2 T. milk

 Cream butter with electric mixer.  Whisk together sugar and cocoa.  Beat one-third of the sugar/cocoa mixture into the butter.  Mix in vanilla.  Add the rest of the sugar/cocoa mixture alternately with milk and beat until frosting is smooth.

 When cake is frozen solid, frost between the two layers and spread a thin layer over the whole cake.  Freeze again for about 20 minutes.  Frost again. Repeat if desired.  (Frost the last time on the day you plan to serve the cake and let it stand at room temperature to thaw.)

 

May 29, 2009

EMMY




Where's Emmy? It is a new game we have been playing at our house, it goes something like this; I will head to Tate's room (Emmy in arms) to get him out of his crib. I put Emmy on the floor (usually with a toy she is no longer interested in) while I help Tate out of his crib. Then "Thor" or Syd will shout out some command, usually a "WIPE MEEEE!" I dash down the hall to meet her needs only to find thirty distractions along the way, you know the usual; Four year old art work on the wall,  piles of dirty laundry mixed with piles of clean laundry, the "hmm....what am I going to make for lunch, dinner,  slow down-try breakfast?" Tate- chasing me down the hall, with one of his shoes and one of Syds, yelling "OUT-SIIIDE!" "Mom, when are you going to wipe me?" By the time I actually get to Sydney she has gotten bored with waiting and is on top of the bathroom counter making faces in the mirror. It is about this time that it dawns on me that we have three kids.
Wait! Where's Emmy? This is the part where I start running like a chicken with my head cut off trying to remember where I last stashed the baby. I am pretty sure the reason Emmy is so easy going is because she is use to being left to fend for herself (well, not entirely but close.) The kid seldom makes a squawk and I dig her.  She is the secret sauce to our family and EVERYONE loves her. These pics are titled "ODE TO THE EMMY!" 
















May 25, 2009

What The Heck?

Holy Bananas! I have always heard "Watch Out for those-terrible two's" and then age three comes along and you think "what happened to my little punk, did she grow horns over night?" The Sydster turned four a few months ago and I am totally flabbergasted. We have reached a whole new level of "Something -Crazy".  Do not get me wrong, I love my Sydney and she can hang with my program any day of the week, I am just learning to embrace this new stage of parenting. Syd has figured out that she can push back (where do they learn that?) Her new favorite saying is "What the Heck?"  And so, with that, I leave you with my latest post...... WHAT THE HECK?

Pre -School is out for the summer (What the Heck?) and I am positive that Mrs. Sue and Mrs. Donna are crying on their pillows every night that they will not be seeing this sweet little cherub every week!

Sydney has been into doing makeup with one of her friends, to which Trent replied... 
"What the Heck?"

Pretty Princesses deserve a "What the Heck?!"

"Mom can I get in your tub with my swimming suit on and pretend I am your pet dolphin?"
Me: "What the Heck!"

 When Trent and I see some one "special", we will say to each other "Good Day Mate!" (I am pretty sure this term came from his time serving in Australia).  Syd, you totally get the "Good Day Mate" sticker for this one OR maybe we should just go with"What the Heck?"

You too pal.....

This pretty much sums up age four..... The other day I went up to Syd's room, only to find that she had this above scene arranged on her dresser.  Me: "Sydney what is this little boy doing on the stump?" Syd: "He is in time out!" I kind of did feel bad but...... "What the Heck?" I love the Sydster so much and I hope she knows how much I dig her strong minded four year old ways!

May 21, 2009

MR. Sandman

I do not like to think of myself as a "nagging" wife, but I will say that I have "gently"encouraged Trent to consider building the kids a sand box, hmmm... for the past month and a half or so. This photo (above), sent to his cell phone one afternoon worked like a charm, the next weekend Trent had the sand box built and ready to be filled with sand... Thanks Honey!


 I have such awesome memories of our sand box growing up. I really wanted our monkeys to experience the same. You know, the endless hours of play, the particles of sand that find  their way in to every awkward body part, the gritty crunch in your teeth for two days after, the blood shot eyes from neighbor boys forking sand into your pupils aaahhhh.... those were some good times!


This picture makes you want to go buy four tons of sand from some cute little old man huh? Quick word of advice -DO NOT TIP CUTE LITTLE OLD MAN- unless you want cute little old man to plant a kiss on you. Well, okay it was on my cheek but still  it all happened so quick, I couldn't decide if I should blush or politely vomit in my mouth. So instead, I just put my head down and started laughing (more like a nervous giggle) till he got in his- make shift dump truck and puttered -bye, bye.


 Sydney ended her day by praying to "bless the sand box, the sand box toys, and to bless her friends to come to her sand box."


  This looks like a pilates move! Oh, poor Tate has texture issues.


 It was probably for the best that Trent was not home to witness the bathroom breaks; This may have been the very thing that would have thrown him into cardiac arrest.

May 15, 2009

Monster Cookie


We used to think it was so cute that Sydney would call The Cookie Monster, "Monster Cookie".   Yesterday I forgot to take cookies to Syd's preschool so I busted a serious move home  to make and bake cookies. In the process of baking and cooling, I realized that the row of cookies closest to the edge, had little Tater nibbles out of each one. I guess "Monster Cookie" comes with age two.

My same feelings- exactly!

Okay, I kind of do feel bad. 

"FINE!, I'll just settle for one of these"


Fuzzy and Sweet- will be all over this action next year!




May 10, 2009

Pass the Tissue...or NOT!

  You know it is time for intervention when you want to go to your four year olds 1 hour school program just to get a little break from the two other little "lovely's" at home. I decided that I would make my first official "Mother's Day Tea Party" an all afternoon event and really give Syd some great one on one time.  So here is how it goes down,

"Sweet", you say to yourself; "she made her mom a cute bag". She threw it at my feet and looked at me like, "Pick it up Fool!" And then she was off, to prepare for the main event, the much awaited singing program.

Do not be deceived, Sydney is not singing, she is pretty much mouthing the words at best and to a different Mom.

"hmmm....these flip flops are cute"

Imagine this, Moms crying on both side of me because their first borns are out their singing their little hearts out. I go through this little debate with myself trying to decide if I should fake cough and in the act, take my pointer finger and give my eye a good gouge to produce some kind of tearing up action OR should I do the pretend dab with a wadded up wet wipe and give Syd the fake proud frown? 
I went with the fake proud frown, so did Syd.

My favorite part of the whole day is when the kids sang "You Are My Sunshine", not because Syd actually sang it but because I could not think of a more fitting song from my Sydney!

May 6, 2009

Tatey Turns Two!



TATE, our thirty pounds of love. Even though he far prefers "Dadda",  my motherly  obligation is to pay this little maniac a Birthday tribute. So Tate, here is what your Mamma loves most about you!

I LOVE:
that I (pretty much) get to be the one to get you out of your cage every morning. Your Dad and I have found this cute little "Tater" smell that permeates your bedroom. Kind of a mixture of maple syrup and fruit loops (weird.)
your big blues.
your mouth full of teeth, except when they give Syd nibbles (who am I kidding with nibbles?)
that you can hang with Momma's tunes in the car- you have got some mad moves!
that 90% of the day you have a smile.
that you adore Sydney, even though she gives you a daily beating.
that you are so sweet with Emmy or "EE-EEY".
that we have to buy you extra wide shoes (meet Fred Flintstone)
I love that you think your "Dadda" is a rock star!
I love that you are strong minded (even though this has caused some major embarrassing public moments.)
I mostly love that you have came to us with a sweet, content natural disposition.

 A few of his favorite things.....probably in this order!





Tate loves being outside. Check out those Walmart- Crocs they lasted about one week. Here is what is left of them.....


Birthday Pics...

"Princess in Training"...
This is the price you pay for being smashed between the sist'as!

May 4, 2009

Orlando or Bust!

Trent and I did a short little weekend getaway to Orlando this past weekend.  We thought it would be fun to do Disney without three little ones. We pretty much looked like to bullys on the playground running from ride to ride giving each other belly fives every time we heard a kid cry and realized it was not one of ours. We probably looked like wackos, but wacko or not... this trip was a good time. 




Cocoa Beach
One of my all time idols, has told me all my life to take some time for each other. I have to agree this was perfect little getaway. These little monkeys are so cute and I can say that because I have not been with them for the past three days. Here are three reasons why I thought it might be nice to get away. 


#1
Sydney, AKA "BOSS HOG"
You know a couple of days away was not enough apparently. We enter through the door-
Me: "Hey, give me a love!"
Syd: "What did you get me?"
Me: "A surprise, will open it after we get the sitter out the door."
Syd: (to the sitter) "Time for you to go"
Sweet; I love her tact. I really did miss her and I probably said 100 times "Syd would love this!"



# 2
Tate, AKA "MORE"
Why would I want to leave this behind....
because this one is a user, I am only good for one thing-breakfast, lunch and dinner. I knew as soon as I walked through the door he would appreciate me. Of course he ran straight to "Dadda" and looked at me like "where's lunch?"






# 3 
Emmy, AKA "GOOD MORNING"
I love this fuzzy head! I have to admit, I  did not 
miss her 5:00 am wake up call or her frequent poop sessions but Emmy was probably the hardest for me to leave. You would have thought that we had left for a month Emmy looked at me like "who are you?- TRADER!"