Someone cute & small has her days & nights mixed up which is causing her mother to lose her mind.  Seriously, is it Monday?  I’m really not sure. 

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On Saturday, we hosted our Red & Black Kick-Off Party! 

As predicted, I had a little helper in the kitchen as I tried to wrangle half a cow into my slow cooker.  While desperately trying to keep the counters free from the threat of e. coli, Babycakes decided it would be the perfect moment to throw a jar of dried mustard into the dog’s bowl.  There are just some things that a sham-wow can’t do… 

I browned enough meat that afternoon to make a vegetarian feel suicidal.  When was the last time you cooked 20 pounds of meat?  The Yankee BBQ was a hit — I would give you the recipe if I had followed one.  It goes a little like this: 

• Brown large quantity of hamburger in extra large slow cooker
• Skim all the fat and then rinse the hamburger
• Bury the skimmed grease in your backyard
• Clean your slow cooker
• Return meat to cooker, add whole bottle of ketchup
• Squirt cute designs with mustard into meat
• Add brown sugar haphazardly
• Stir
• Simmer
• Taste
• Keep monkeying with it until it tastes “just right”

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My favorite part about throwing football themed parties (other than having friends over!) is that we get to use our themed partyware.  Each wine glass wasn’t complete until it was fitted with a coach’s whistle.  The pretzels were inside a football, the chips in a turf field platter, & cookies on a helmet plate.  I swore I was going to take pictures of everything, but my elf was particularly squirrely at go-time.  I’m sure you’re devastated!  No pictures of bowls of pretzels?  How will you ever go on? 

 A good time was had by all and at the end of the night, Coach and I headed upstairs to bed.  He wanted to know, “What was everyone’s favorite food?”  ‘Anything with meat in it’ was my response.  “What was the least favorite dish?”  ‘Vegetables,’ I said drifting off to sleep, ‘no one wanted broccoli.’ 

Snuggled deep in my covers with my dog in my arms there was a sudden, “Wah” from the next room.  Sleep interrupted.  Again.  For two hours, I did the pacifier tango when finally at 2:30 am. Babycakes submitted to sleep. 

I complain about my lack of sleep & dependence on coffee a lot and for that I am very sorry.  I will soon start another blog called:  mybabyneversleeps.com or maybe ineedababysitterjustsoicannap.com

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People who say they sleep like a baby usually don’t have one. 

 ~Leo J. Burke

August 31st, 2009 The FW Posted in Life with Coach & Babycakes, Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

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