Remotigue.net

One of Sammie’s favorite things in the world is making cupcakes. I asked her to tell me how she makes them and this was her response. “You mix it. You stir it so fast. Then you lick it. Then you take it out and you eat it.”Darn kids know a hell of a lot more than you give them credit for I guess. My two nephews know a thing or two in the kitchen as well. Here are their recipes for eggs and cake.

Me: (singing along to the Barney song) I love you, you lo-
Sammie: (putting her finger to my lips) Don’t sing, Barney sings.
Me: (Annoyed look)
Sammie: Stop it, don’t look at me ok. I’m watching Barney.

When I was a kid, sledding was something that I’d do in my backyard. Or maybe walk to the neighborhood park. And I’d do it pretty much everyday.

In California, sledding is an event. Last weekend we went to Pinecrest, on the way to Yosemite, to go sledding. We spent Friday night at my brother-in-law’s place in Tracy, about 45 minutes a way, and then in the morning we all piled into his SUV and drove 2+ hours. We brought Sammie and his 2 older girls. The night before we had to make a Target run to buy some snow boots – back in Ohio, people just had that sort of stuff. It was kind of expected.

Anyway, we played in the snow for a few hours on this big slope with a couple dozen other families (it was crowded, in typical California fashion), and we all had a pretty good time. The weather was nice too – a balmy 45 degrees. Sammie was pretty freaked out when we went sledding, but she loved throwing snowballs. Apparently kids nowadays don’t make snowballs the old fashioned way, they use snowball makers. I wish they had those 20 years ago. Aside from nearly knocking myself out trying to take a small jump on the sled, I had a blast.

All in all, it was fun but somewhat of an ordeal. Not that I’m complaining – I don’t like playing in the snow enough to have to live with it.