"Jason, are you being mean to Spock?"
"No...I'm being to mean Maddie!"

Brownies anyone?

Brownies anyone?

Brownies anyone?

So I love, love, love, to bake, cook, and/or create food. Before I lived here at this circus tent I sometimes refer to as my "home" with the circus people that stay here that I sometimes refer to as my "family" I did a lot of creative cooking and baking. As a matter of fact, I've invented many recipes, but that's for another entry. Tonight I decided Jason and I would make brownies together, mistake number 1. I saw a really easy recipe on Everyday foods http://www.pbs.org/everydayfood/ for a brownie with cream cheese swirl that looked terrific (aside and an entry for another day as well, the recipe is fouled up, don't try it, you have to add the flour/cocoa mixture where is says "flour") anywho, I digress. Jason & I were really excited about our culinary venture that was about to begin. Trav had to mow, so it was just me, Jason, Maddie, Spock & Kirk, mistake #2. Chair comes into the kitchen, up goes M & J, Spock and Kirk sprawled out on the floor, chaos, Julia Childs herself couldn't have concocted something edible under these conditions. After several near altercations between M & J regarding whose stirring the above mentioned flour/cocoa mixture Maddie goes on my hip, mistake #, I can't remember. Jason pours in the flour/cocoa mixture, "very gently" I preface, half goes on the floor, "we're such good helpers!" Jason responds, (I'm pretty sure he could see the grief oozing from every pore). After Maddie sneezed in the batter, I tried to remember if I even washed my hands after turning the compost and fishing superheros out of the pool. Oops, mistake number 593. Finishing up the cream cheese mixture Jason disappears only to reemerge minutes later. "Check out this poopy, Mommy!" So we abandon the venture to take care of the aforementioned poopy. After 55 minutes, the brownies finally go into the oven. I can't wait to taste them.

Ultimus Prime, Deceptacon, & Bumble Bee?

Jason is now referring to himself as "Ultimus Prime," Maddie is "Deceptacon" and I have become "Bumble Bee." (Note, no need to dial CPS, he's only seen a few episodes of the cartoon from when we were kids), anywho, tonight it was "Jason, can you grab Maddie's shoes." "No, Mommy, I'm not Jason, I'm Ultimus Prime, she's Deceptacon." "Ok, Ultimus Prime, can you grab Deceptacon's shoes?" "Sure, Bumble Bee, we're such great helpers!" I love the 3's!