a new season - diary 1st entry

So my first week has arrived where I need to get accustomed to not only focus on work, I've been going into the office half day, my plan for the year ahead until I fetch my kids from playschool midday. Well it has started well.......well actually let me tell you the 1st five years of a child's life is easy compared to what comes after when they become a young child and outgrows the baby phase! My son, he's turning 5 in April has all of a sudden realized that things actually happens on demand, last night the following was said/asked of me, in one sentence and I am sure without even taking a breath....

"mommy I want to watch toy story but you must bring my duvet and my pillow to the TV room and then you must make me chocolate milk and do not forget my blanky and then you have to wait until the movie starts so you can press play, okay?, oh and popcorn please''

I had to go back and forth three times for the things on the list I did not promptly memorize. This past December holiday my husband lit the fire and this same little man turned up next to him, asked him what he was doing and on response from Ian replied "daddy why was I not known in this?"  Seriously?

So I'm trying to think of ways to keep them busy, today I tried my hand at baking cookies with this dinosaur cookie cutter given to me by their godmother. After what must be an epic fail, perhaps because I microwaved the butter, substituted baking soda for chocolate chips and then did not actually follow a roll out dough recipe my dinosaur looked more like a dismembered tortoise. One thing you need to understand is I love cooking, it is "me" time, I put Ellen DeGeneres's show on my kitchen TV and then I cook and I taste and I improvise and I love it and it makes me happy but I do not bake, I do not like baking and I don't like to measure and follow recipes and baking I believe is only measuring and following recipes and the fact that I've been on a no carb, no sugar diet on and off since my first child was born tasting is not an option either so I don't like baking. 
 

Brutally dismembered tortoise, killed at 2pm at the hands of a serial non-baker

Tonight I am cooking my mom's spaghetti bolognaise, although I most probably will only have mince for dinner, no carbs remember, I wish my parents lived closer, I miss them and I am reminded of them every day as a parent, mostly because of things I say to my kids that was said to me numerous times as a child, things like keep your room tidy, dirty laundry in the basket, brush your teeth but also things like in this house we make mistakes but we say we're sorry, we respect each other, we forgive each other, we have fun, we laugh, we give hugs

we love