FIFTY-TWO

Yule Log. Buche de Noel. It was perfect. It was even better being made with my new shiny KitchenAid.

2014 week fifty-two.

Happy Year's End everyone!

Christmas Eve new Pajamas.

Christmas Morning. A heavenly supply of candy all around.

Christmas morning breakfast: Waffles and Bacon.

She's eating pop rocks and we thought the reaction would be funnier...

Barely submitting to having her hair tied back -with tape. We ran out of hair ties.

Beautiful Christmas mess.

Papa making the balloon helicopter to distract Vera from everyone's candy.

Clementines for Clementine Vanilla Bread

Sandwich Cake for a musical holiday party. The cake was perfect and the party was very hip and fun. So naturally Matthew and I felt a little out of place. So we ate all the food. 

Cake cross section. Turkey cheddar, cucumber and salami and balsamic parmesan. All frosted with a sour cream+cream cheese blend.

Merry Christmas! This is the last post of the year. For the next week we'll be in Kentucky and then I'll start all over again with ONE! We had a nice Christmas at Matt's parent's house. We spent all Christmas morning shooing V out of everyone's candy. For Christmas Eve dinner we had lasagna (the noodles represent the swaddling clothes of baby Jesus and it's just delicious) and a yule log cake. The cake was cake perfection.

Yzma got fixed on Monday. I hate taking her to the vet. Our Vet is so nice and calm and practical (he will not make you feel guilty if you don't treat your animal as your sole heir) and Yzma is a demon to them. She is so loving and bitey yes, but snuggly and playful with us. To the vet? Heavens she is hell on claws. She yowls and screams (have you ever heard a cat scream?) and flips her body in exorcist-type contortions to get away from the vet and the attendants. I feel so guilty. They called me during her surgery just to tell me how bad she was! Oh chagrin. They said they'll still deal with her as long as she doesn't bite them. Can you get black listed from the veterinarian circle for a deranged cat?! They told me she'd be groggy for the first few days and that she'd want to be calm. They obviously didn't get an accurate estimate of her personality. She was literally climbing the door frames about an hour after she got home... And now Yzma, we leave you for a week. Try, er, to keep your demons under control while we're gone. Please dont rip out your stitches and die. That would be a horrible thing for the 9 year old girl to find when she comes to feed you...


Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!