It’s been a week since my Holy Grail quest began:
Found marble slab and scraper in bathtub this morning, still covered in poorly formed fondant.
Fondant Trial Mach 2 begins today. Hope springs eternal.
Husband leery of cherries …

I wake up, I stumble out to the living room where my kindly husband has been minding the tot while I try to catch up on sleep. I stand there, the bun grinning madly from …

There is something perversely satisfying about drowning a bunch of defenseless cherries in brandy and sugar, and then taking a gigantic syringe and shooting up innocent strawberries with Cointreau, slowly plugging the fruity flesh with …

The bun began glaring today. Not whining, not fussing, not kibbitzing, actual honest-to-god glaring, fit to bring down the toughest he-man anywhere. At first I thought he was reserving his special ire for me after …

One of our old friends threw a “Thanksgiving Dinner Observed” tonight, and we dragged the newest member of the clan out for the meet and greet. He had had a helluva day prior to dinner, …

that the bun began standing solo on this date, November 18, 2004.
Oddly, I was in a room full of people, and no-one saw it but me.
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A little known fact of buns is that in order to keep balance in the world, as soon as you, the caregiver, are given something of value, something else must be returned. One cannot behold …

We went to OMSI (Oregon Museum of Science and Industry) yesterday because I’ve heard good things about their interactive area for tots under 5. But the men-folk have been ill and I’ve been plagued by …

There are times when you are appalled at the ridiculous lengths you go to in aid of keeping your baby asleep.
And there are other times when it seems you’re living out a horror film, with …

The bun does not give a rat’s ass about Daylight Savings. Re-setting his circadian rhythms is not high on his list of things to do. Therefore, we’re waking up an hour earlier than we were …

While it remains true that the cats hate each other and fear the bun, there is something else going on.
The bun, teething with particular ferocity yesterday, was completely inconsolable. Max, the Cat With Attitude, who …

Our cats hate each other.
Or, I should say, the older cat hates the younger cat and the younger cat loves to antagonize him. It’s been this way ever since we betrayed him by adopting her, …

This is a very big day around here. It might even have more significance than the bun’s first birthday.
It’s been a year and a half since The Bun was placed in The Oven, and now …

Buns do all sorts of things, and since I have only the one bun, I have nothing to compare his antics against. In some cases this isn’t a problem: for example I assume, having seen …