Another one for the "Why I don't post that often" file (I write this stuff down not because it's interesting but to maintain my sanity):
Diamonds may be a girl's best friend, but when you're a mother you need sturdier companions. Here are my two best buddies:
And here's the wild thing who's much to blame:
Here's the tally: in the sugar while the midwife was here, in the flour while lunch was being made, in the flour again while I was writing a shopping list. (I thought it was too quiet to be true.) Maybe it's time to put the chain on the pantry door, I thought, but I'd forgotten that the chain had been wrenched out of the wall in some earlier incident.