Rock Star!

A first here at Rev and The Missus: video! (Oooh! Ahhh!)

Here's Wiggle Man, showing off his "skills" (or is it "skillz"?) for some friends. Notice the authentic rock star finish. (Minus the pyrotechnics, of course. )

Puggies!

Yep. Wiggle Man loves his "puggies". Especially a whole patch of "puggies."



"Puggy", for the uninitiated, is Wiggle Speak for "pumpkin".



Of course, teeny pumpkins work so well on top of cupcakes.

Especially when they're teeny tiny fondant pumpkins.

Yum!

Thanks to The Frosted Cake 'n Cookie for the how-to on the cupcake toppers!

Like Mommy

Wiggle Man continues to enjoy the same culinary delights as I do:

That, my friends, is how grilled cheese sandwiches should be served. With ketchup. Yup, I've got my son hooked on the red stuff, just like me.

Besides, what's cuter than a toddler with a ketchup beard?

Cutting your sandwich in quarters makes dipping so much better. And it lets you arrange your sandwich around your big blob of ketchup.

In other news, further confirmation that I am, indeed, the mother of a toddler:

Yes, our little Picasso has taken to decorating our walls. We had a nice, long, civilized discussion last night on why we don't draw on the walls. Yeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That lasted until this morning, when I caught him at it again.

Sigh.

Remember

In Flanders Fields the poppys blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders Fields.

~Lt.-Cnl. John McCrae (1872-1918)

Photo by: http://www.flickr.com/photos/__olga__/ / CC BY-NC 2.0

In honour and thanks for those who served and are serving.

Sundays

I love Sundays in our house.

In the morning we head off to worship with our fellow Finanegans (no, not some crazy cult, just my fun name for the people of our church).

Afternoons are when we kick back, relax, and enjoy our Sabbath. Right now that means comfy clothes, football, easy meals and maybe a trip to the park.

Since I started writing this post, Wiggle Man has waltzed around the living room with a basket over his head, he has put plastic "eggies" in an yellow egg carton (very confusing, since the colour yellow is also pronounced "eggie") and is, at this moment, going through my china cabinet. One moment, please.

He made a valiant attempt to look contrite, but I don't believe it for a minute.

I think I'll grab some leftover Hallowe'en candy and a comfy blanket, and enjoy my two favourite guys.

Conversations

Had you been in our living room this evening, you may have overheard the following conversation:



Me: Wiggle Man, who are the people who love you?



Wiggle Man: Mama!



Me: Yes, Mama loves you. Who else?



Wiggle Man: Dada!



Me: Yes. Who else?



Wiggle Man: Elmo!


Apparently, Wiggle Man hasn't forgotten this:

Of course, Wiggle Man will also tell you that milk loves him. So I'm not sure he's really got the concept. Oh well.

Cake!

I did it. I finished the cake, in time for the Finanekids' party yesterday.

No matter that it took wayyyy longer than I expected. No matter that (almost) each leaf is strategically placed to hide a mistake.



Still, it was a lot of fun. I think I learned a little more about making my own fondant, gum paste and royal icing. Hopefully, when I try it again, things will go a little quicker.



I wonder if anyone actually ate the mice.

Their tails did not survive being put on the cake. I'll just blame that on the farmer's wife and her carving knife.