Category Archives: Granny
OMfuckingG what a disaster cake. As I was layering the two sheet cakes I made, one cracked in half. Then I tried to patch it up with icing, but the icing kept slipping and sliding and somehow half a can ended up in my mouth and the cake looked awful. The good thing about decorating a cake is technically speaking, you should be able to hide/fix all of your mistakes with icing. Unless a huge piece of cake crumbles off and you just cover up the mother effing hole with a 1/2 can of frosting and hope whoever gets that piece of cake keeps their big mouth shut, and if they don’t, HEY MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU BRING THE CAKE, BUDDY.
It did taste pretty good, though.
Tomorrow my mother and sister and I are taking off for two nights to my aunt’s cabin. I’m bringing Lillienne which should be an interesting mix of disastrous and relaxing, if I know my child at all. I am excited to sit back, relax, have a few drinks and maybe get my nose in a good book or two. But mostly for the drinks. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
I am so excited My Mother is moving home- in two days. Holla! Do my laundry! It will be great for Lillienne to have one Grandma in the city- and Farm Grandma isn’t really that far away, either. I know a lot of my childhood memories are about me and my Grandma, and I will never forget them. I want Lillienne to have tons of great memories with her Grannies, too. And ofcourse, another babysitter. More margarita’s, please!!
My Mother stayed with us when Lillienne was born. Or rather, she came a month early because she swore Lillienne was going to come early…..She stayed a few weeks before Lillienne was born, and about a week and a half after. She was fantastic. I was kind of anal and tried not to let her do too much for me, but she was a great help during the tornado of emotions that was the last few days of my pregnancy, Lillienne’s birth, and surviving those first few days without stabbing myself in the eyes with forks.
It’s really weird, seeing your own child with your parents. Watching them fuss over your baby, watching them make your baby laugh, watching your parents laugh when your baby scrunches up her face and does the Chucky look from Child’s Play. She has perfected this look.
okay, so she she’s a teeny bit cuter.