Losing Steam

I am moved in. Sort of.

You can’t move in my front room for boxes but I have run out of energy to sort them and move them and unpack them. Partly because I am swimming in empty boxes and have no room for anything. The Smalls have cabin fever from being cooped up in their bedroom which is the only organised room in the house and I have cabin fever from being sat in middle of a pile of boxes.

I just need to knuckle down and do it, I know. But every time I start someone needs a nappy change or I have to catch a bus or something.

I need a faerie or a brownie or something.

Or an extra day in the week.

xkcd summed it all up actually…just here

Cake bakes cakes!

Tori is 18 months old and today I decided it was time we had our first baking session together, especially as her nickname in our household is ‘Cake’. I wimped out at bit and used a pre-mix set but that was partly because it was on offer in the shop. Still, it was Tori’s first time so simple was good.

Aside from the fact that we both have stained red fingers from the food colouring we added to the icing to make it pink, we came out unscathed and the cakes are pretty good too – even if they totally aren’t Postman Pat ones any more because Tori ate the Postman Pat decoration things whilst the cupcakes were baking…luckily Mummy had a stash of sprinkles to improvise with.

So without further ado, I will let the pictures do the talking (excuse my rushed photoshopping…):

 

Mixing!!

 

Look Mummy! It went PINK!!!

 

Decorating time!

Look what I did!

And the all important Taste Test

 

NOM!

 

Cake, anyone?