Kiss My Knits!

It’s my husband’s birthday today! His favorite cake is carrot cake, but I’m mindful of the fact that he’s lost 50 pounds over the last year, and I don’t want to set his progress back. (I say progress, but he could stop right now and be right at the medically ideal weight for his height.) With that in mind, I found a recipe for carrot cake cupcakes that said it made 12 servings. Easier to see exactly how much you’ve eaten if one cupcake is a serving.

Well, you see how this turned out. Personally, I’d consider 24 or so cupcakes to be more than 12 servings. Maybe it means 12 servings if one of the guests is Michael Phelps. Also, I have a cup of homemade cream cheese frosting leftover if anybody local wants it. It’s not the frosting from the recipe – it’s cream cheese, butter, powdered sugar, and a little vanilla. Normally, I like to bring extra food to my dad when we’ve got something really tasty, but there are times when I weigh the wisdom of bringing a sugar bomb to a diabetic. Eh, he’s a grown man, he can make his own dietary decisions.

My weight’s going up tonight, and I don’t care. Dad, I’ll be foisting a couple off on you tomorrow – I’m not going out on my hubby’s birthday!

I spoke with Em’s speech therapist in the car line at school this morning (we opted to ride instead of walk).

It seems that yesterday Em sang a song from Enchanted for her speech therapist, Ms. Erickson. (I think it was probably this one.) Ms. Erickson liked it so much that they went to the music room and sang it for the music teacher. The music teacher liked it so much that she’s giving Em a solo in the fourth grade program. There are a lot of kids in the program, so mostly likely a solo is just one line, but still! Em’s been wanting a solo in the program every year so far. Last year she even sang along with the soloist on one line while standing in the chorus, to the titters of her nearby friends. This year she gets her own part. Yay!

You know, meeting her, you’d never think that she loved show biz. With the PDD-NOS, she doesn’t like to make eye contact, have conversations, or do other things that might make you think there’s an outgoing person in there. Yet last year she told jokes to the class while they would line up to go to lunch, apparently to good effect. It’s there, it just takes a little time for it to come out.

You know who she reminds me of?

Hee!