Crocheted Flower Hat

Right up there with broccoli and Kleenex, aversion to cold weather gear seems to be an inherent and deeply rooted trait of all kids. For a time, we could trick Anna into bundling up ("Would you like to wear the hat and gloves, or just the hat?") but she was extremely picky about her attire.  No tight or bunchy sleeves, no constraining collars, and definitely no rain boots. This season, when the chilly winter days arrived, I purchased a cute pink fleece hat for Anna.  It was just like the one she wore last winter and the winter before, only in a larger size, so I assumed she would love it like she did its predecessors.  Seems logical, right?  Silly me.

After the rejection of pink hat #2, I didn't want to spend more money on another hat that might suffer the same fate, so I set out to make my own.  For a few dollars of yarn and a couple hours of crocheting by the fire, it was a low risk proposal.  I used this pattern for the hat and this for the flower, producing the hat seen above.

I had envisioned the flower worn off to the side like a normal person would, but Anna usually insists on wearing it front and center.   My sister suggested crocheting a unicorn horn next time instead of a flower, which is really not a bad idea.   But we wouldn't do that to our daughter, would we?  (insert evil laughter here)

The Half-Naked Man Cake

The birthday party was over, the bear cake devoured, and yet the saga of the half-naked man cake continued.  Anna was thoroughly unimpressed by her bear cake, and she didn't forget her original request for a cake of "a guy wearing no shirt, only pants and undies."  I felt a little guilty for denying my eldest daughter her birthday wish (thanks a lot for pointing that out, Brenda!).   I also didn't want to hear requests for a guy-with-no-shirt cake for a whole year until her next birthday.  Jeff's birthday provided a cake do-over of sorts.  Yet as I pondered how to make it work, my brain kept coming up against certain obstacles:

1) I just couldn't figure out how to make a cake of a shirtless man.  A Google image search of "naked man cake" was NOT helpful.  Just take my word for it, people, no need to try it at home.

2) Since we're not having a bunch of friends and relatives over to celebrate Jeff's birthday, any sugar-laden monstrosity would have to be devoured by the three of us alone (baby Tess excluded, unless the grandparents were to be over, in which case our 7-month-old would undoubtably be fed cake).

3) I didn't have the energy to bake and frost another cake.

4) In the grand scheme of desserts, we don't even like cake.  Ice cream or pie any day, please.  Or better yet, a donut.  A Top Pot donut.  A Top Pot apple fritter donut with big apple chunks and sweet crusty glaze.

As I paused from my donut (or should I say doughnut?) reverie to wipe drool off my face, inspiration struck.  How about, not a half-naked man cake, but a half-naked man donut sculpture?

A quick trip to Top Pot yielded the following supplies:



All I really needed was a round donut and two maple bars, but somehow an extra couple cake donuts and an apple fritter made it in the box.  As you can see, only half the apple fritter made it home for the photo.
The end result:  An totally ridiculous, utterly delicious, guy-with-no-shirt-only-pants-and-undies donut cake.  And one very very happy toddler.

P.S. Happy birthday, Jeff!

The Naked Bear Cake

Our big girl Anna turned three last week (sniff sniff).  A few weeks ago, while driving her home from preschool, I asked her what kind of cake she wanted this year.  "A fire truck," she replied.  I reminded her that we did that last year, and perhaps a new type of cake would be nice.  Read: please pick something that requires less frosting, less red food coloring, and fewer toothpicks than this.



"Okay," she mused, "I want a cake of a guy."
"A guy?"
"Yeah, a guy with no shirt.  Just pants . . . and undies."

I had to do a double take to make sure I was still talking to a toddler and not a Bieber-fevered teenage girl.  A half-naked man birthday cake?  Seriously?  At this point, I did what any other mama would do: I pretended not to hear her.  I pulled a classic, "Hey, look at that airplane" maneuver and hoped she would forget by the time her birthday rolled around.  Unfortunately, no such luck.  Anna reminded me over and over that she wanted a "guy with no shirt" cake.  Try as I might, I just could not make myself create a bachelorette party-worthy cake for my daughter's 3rd birthday party.  I know, go ahead and call me chicken.  In the end, I made a likeness of her lovey, Anais bear.



I got the idea here and used a chocolate cupcake recipe sent by my friend Kristin.  Using two metal mixing bowls, I made the bear's head and torso, then used cupcakes for the ears, arms and legs.  He is decorated with coconut pecan frosting, Thin Mints, and Almond Joy candy pieces.



I know, it's no shirtless man.  But hey, at least the bear is naked, right?

Pumpkin Everything, Take 5: Pumpkin Snickerdoodles

Awesomeglad.com really isn't supposed to be a food blog, but I just can't help myself with this abundance of pumpkin and so many recipes to try.

Goodwill Treasure: $6 espresso machine

This little puppy doesn’t look like much, but it is without a doubt the best $6 we ever spent at the Goodwill. We stumbled upon it several years ago when we were just what we like to call “recreational” coffee drinkers. It has since unlocked the genetic trait of coffee addiction that runs deep in both sides of the family. A certain unnamed member of Jeff’s family has cut down from 20+ cups a day, but certain other unnamed members probably drink at least that much to this day. Jeff, though nowhere that extreme, now drinks a latte each morning, and I partake in a decaf latte a few times a week. I could calculate the savings compared to walking down the street to Starbucks and purchasing a latte a day for four years, but I don’t pretend to deceive myself. If not for this little devil, we probably wouldn’t drink coffee at all.

Which reminds me,  Jeff recently unlocked the recipe to a decadent holiday drink:

• 1/2 cup pumpkin eggnog, steamed


• 1/2 cup milk, steamed


• 2 shots of espresso

Look out, Pumpkin Spice Latte!

Grocery Shopping Checklist

I love grocery shopping.  Is that weird?  Back in our pre-kid days, I used to love lingering at the store, leisurely reading labels, analyzing choices, and imagining new meal ideas.  Jeff and I would sometimes go together and make an event out of it.  Many of our early dates were spent studying at the U Village QFC, which is where we learned that it is indeed possible to eat a whole pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream with a pair of plastic knives.

Then along came the kids, and suddenly grocery shopping wasn’t so fun anymore.  It became more of a race to get in and out of the store as quickly as possible.  No more lingering in the aisles.  And if I made it to one end of the store but forgot to pick up an item from the other end, we’d just have to live without cheese for the week, or whatever else it was.  I needed to get organized.



Based on the suggestions of other wise shoppers out there, I created lists of our staple items, broken down by aisle or section, for the three main stores we frequent: Safeway, Trader Joe’s, and Costco.  When we run out of something, we draw a little box next to the item on the list (hearkening back to my residency days of endless checklists).  This serves two purposes:  (1) at the store, I check things off as I go, aisle by aisle, and I don’t need to dash back to the start for a forgotten bottle of mustard and (2) it jogs my often foggy memory to recall whether we might be running low on a staple, such as garlic or . . . canned pumpkin :)

How do YOU manage grocery shopping with kids?

AC Powered Baby Swing

In my childhood home, certain otherwise nondescript items were treated as precious commodities (tape, thumbtacks, postage stamps), but none more highly than batteries.  Oh, the coveted battery.  In fact, my dad even charged us for each battery on the order of 50 cents, if my memory serves me.  So it’s only rational that this vaunted view of batteries persisted to my adulthood.  Jeff is equally stingy with batteries, and until we had kids, we never thought a thing about it.

Enter parenthood, and suddenly battery-powered doodads are everywhere.  The cashiers at Babies R Us even seem to be required to ask, “Would you like some batteries with that?” even if you are just there to shell out cash for an overpriced diaper pail refill.  For the most part, we tried to do without.  Mobile with battery-powered lights and spinning toys?  Replaced by a hand-crank mobile.  Bouncy chair with battery-powered vibrating?  Became bouncy chair with manual vibrating (aka jiggle it with your foot while you try to eat breakfast).  Battery-powered bear that says a bedtime prayer?  Well, there was just no salvaging that one.  We celebrated the day that bear ran out of batteries.



However, certain pieces of baby gear were too essential in the early days to go power-free.  Like the baby swing.  But could I really spring for batteries, and not just batteries but multiple D batteries???  I think not.  Time to bust out the trusty soldering iron.  Using a spare AC adapter from an old cell phone, Jeff converted the swing from battery-powered to plug in.

Instructions: (pictures to come soon.  We loaned the swing to our good friends Matt & Brenda, who had a new swing-loving baby on 9-10-11.)

• A 5-volt DC charger replaced four 1.5V D cells (6 volts).


• Cut and remove the phone plug end and strip the two wires found there.


• Temporarily connect the red wire to the positive battery terminal and black wire to the negative.


• Plug in the adapter and see if the swing operates sans batteries.


• If all goes well, solder the connections to make them permanent.