Overheard.

Tonight we made vegetarian chili in the slow cooker.

Apparently soy meat cooks faster than beef because when we went to tuck into it, Skyler wouldn't touch it and I started gagging from the unexpected mushy texture.

I took one look at Stewart, who was pushing it around in a bowl and said,

" Pizza?"

Skyler started nodding furiously.

It was priceless.

the growler.

no exorcist needed.

she just does that sometimes.

It never ends.

When Skyler was first born I spent ever moment thinking about her.

When she would nap, I would look at pictures and videos of her.

Because I missed her being awake.

People said I would grow of it.

She is 1 1/2 old.

And, I find myself doing the same thing.

Laying next to her sleeping.

Watching videos of her awake

because I miss her awesome personality.

This love.

It never fades,

it never changes.

It only grows.

First Sentence.

Skyler has officially said her first sentence.

And, before you ask, no she does not have an English accent.

It was:

" I want bubble."

Which meant she wanted to take a bubble bath. It was really cute and I wish I had it on tape.

But, I do have another video of her being cute, so how about that?

Now You're Cookin'.

"What are you doing?" asked Stew, with a cautious look in his eye.

"Baking a Cake." I replied.

Stew cocked his head, "You're whaaaat?"

"Baking... A cake." I answered.

Stew continued to look at me like my wooden spoon was a third tit, which had grown out of the center of my forehead.

"I love cake, I didn't know I was getting cake. But, what's gotten into you?" he asked.

And, that is something I didn't and don't have an answer for.

I have recently started reading a blog called weelicous, about cooking for kids. And, after a week or so of reading about cooking, I started thinking about cooking. Then this past week I started actually cooking. From scratch.

I'm not domestic. I am not a cook, and yet I look forward all day to cooking dinner. Tomorrow I am making roast beef tacos in the slow cooker with a recipe I have made up myself and I already have all my ingredients chopped and ready.

I don't really know why I feel this sudden urge, but as long as I am enjoying it. I will go with it.

And, Stew? He'll fight me to wash dishes and then settle down on the couch to enjoy his cake.

Saturday Morning.

We are dancing to the new Taylor Swift

Which I had to buy

Because I knew how much you would love it

I throw you in the air

While you toss your head back in laughter

We spin round and round

Until the world

And life

outside this room becomes a blur.

I wish I could bottle it

I get so lost

Caught up in people and things that I won't recall in a years time

and I am missing the fairytale ending

I fought so hard for

I want it to be mine

But, you deserve for it to be ours.

skyler everly, you are magic.

And so it begins...

Today Skyler kissed a a boy THREE times.

An older boy, a sophisticate of the ripe old age of 2 1/2.

Not even a year and a half old and already a kissing bandit.