Lately Little Chef has started saying “I love you to the ocean” and we are not sure where he picked it up. Maybe he created it from his book about the little nutbrown hare who says he loves his mommy to the moon, or from the skinnamarinky song. Who knows. Either way its so dang cute we melt to puddles every time he says it. We decided he needed to actually see the ocean to understand what he was saying.
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The Adventures of the Gouda Caravan
I have many fond memories of camping as a child, and a few appalling ones from the past few years.
Defeat and Redemption.
It’s been a while since I have posted. I would like to blame it on the fact that I have a “new” baby, who has now decided she can army crawl all over the house, or because I have been working a lot, or even because life is crazy and we had a full […]
Chef’s Garden
We recently planted our very first chef’s garden on our little farm here on the prairie. We have wanted to for a few years now, but finally have a summer that I’m not knocked up so we decided to go for it. James and Little Chef tilled up a nice spot just North […]
Baked Chicken Sourdough
I have just decided that raising small children is a lot like being addicted to a hardcore drug. It has amazing ups, and life threatening downs, and you end up doing things in public you never every thought you would.
Buttery Carbs as Therapy
This morning little chef woke up at 4:30 am, and after hushing him back to sleep (because under no circumstances was I ready to start my cheerio throwing day at 4:30) I laid in bed unable to fall back asleep. Suddenly in the dark the weight of the world came crashing down on my chest […]
Barf Happens
Let’s start out by me saying, hello. Remember me? I’m that lady that used to make you laugh or cry a couple times a week. Lately I have been a bit quiet…. let me tell you why. As I hope you remember I am pregnant again with another one of James’ love goblins, and let […]
Mommy Chopped.
I have all the skills and tools to make the meal of your dreams, but in my own kitchen at 5:30 pm on a Wednesday evening when I crack open the fridge and look at the dismal gathering of ingredients, my ambition and creativity flee for their lives.
Good for the Soul
I am of the opinion that living in the country is good for the soul. The wide open spaces, the proximity to nature, the smell {although sometimes it smells like horse poop…}
Raven River
I have been on my fair share of mild sketchy but mostly entertaining kijij animal purchasing endeavours so I know the drill.