I'm Confused* (#116)

Why is it that the muffin top is the best part of the muffin
....and yet on people the "muffin top" is not so fantastic.

Upon further investigation,
it appears that muffin tops (the good kind)
can cause muffin tops (the not so good kind).
Doesn't that violate some law of physics?

*This post brought to you by blueberry streusel muffins

That's Miss Egghorn to you.

For 36.5 hours we were the skeptical adoptees of a pretty but small chicken that flew into a friend's yard.....
it took the chicken 36 hours to start crowing.
It took Mr. Zimny 0.5 hours to find it a new home.
During that 36 hours, our hen, Ms. Leghorn laid an egg. The first egg!
There was much documentation:












As you can see, it was a bit smaller than a store bought egg, but that didn't stop us from cookin' it up:



Since then I have been working under the "if you cook it, they will come" theory that states that if I cook things that require eggs, the chickens will start producing eggs.
FYI: Things that use a lot of eggs are 1) fattening 2) super yummy 3) starting to accumulate in the kitchen.

A whole new world.....

We are presently living a world of false alarms, as Miss M announces every 5 minutes that she has to use the potty. However, there has been some successes, as documented here:





On the 5th we started keeping a record, only marking when there was announcement of the need for the potty, then actual follow through with use of the potty.












It looks like it will be a long road ahead, but we like where this road is leading!

Sow-er

This week Miss M has been spending a lot of time in the bathroom (more on that later). She has noticed that our dog, Beta sleeps in the shower (she pronounces it sow-er) to stay cool on hot days. She is now a little obsessed with getting in the shower with Beta. Of course Beta promptly leaves whenever Miss M enters the shower, but this does not stop her from standing in the shower demanding that Beta (or Friday) get in the shower with her.

This week, after a long conversation of:
M: "Mama, sow-er!"
Me: "Yes, I see the shower"
M: "Bait-a! Sower!"
Me: "Beta is in the bedroom, sorry"
M: "Mama, sow-er!"
.....on and on,
I left her in the bathroom hoping she would give up and come find me. But all I kept hearing was "Mama, sow-er!", followed by her pounding on the door in frustration. After a few minutes I went in to try a new method of distraction (ie: "M, I think Elmo is on!") and found this:



















Is it wrong that I waited until after I had taken pictures to let her out?

Hierarchy

With Mr. Zimny gone, I consider it no small feat to have cooked a real meal for Miss M and I....and I would like to document it.
My plate:
And Maryn's:


As you can see, everything right and good. A quick look a the details...
Welcome to the Utensil Hierarchy (click to enlarge):
It's a handy thing to print and keep in your wallet in case you ever have dinner at the Lloyd house.

Basking in the Sun

Earlier this month the three of us (+ 2 dogs) took a long weekend up on the coast. It was just what we needed. Mr. Zimny got to do some really hard bike rides and M and I got to spend some time in just hanging out - mostly on the deck.















Miss M needed to run some energy out....



When the deck got old we drove out to Armstrong woods. One morning we came across a tiny blind mouse-y thing, which was cool because we could get really close to it and it didn't run away. Since then I've learned it was a vole. So a vole is a blind mole and not a vampire mole as originally thought. You learn something new everyday!


Miss M learned that "beach" really just means sand buffet. We're going back soon!

Monsta!

I am the pudding monsta! Give me your pudding or I will eat your arm!