Epic Child Fail #1
The sun has gone away and all we have being seeing for days is rain and it is supposed to rain for a few more days. Brooklyn is on holiday from school for another week and we have been stuck in the apartment. The other day we went out to splash in the puddles just to get out and tonight we all braved the rain to go buy some sweets at the Patisserie. Yum! Brooklyn’s birthday party is this Saturday so I am getting ready for that and also, my Mom and S-Dad come on Friday so we are all very excited and have lots to look forward too!
Brooklyn got to go birthday shopping today at Toys R Us and was allowed to pick out anything she wanted. Her grandparents on both sides sent birthday money instead of having to pay the astronomical shipping fees to ship something. Brooklyn has always been really good at putting toys back when we tell her no, we aren’t buying what she is asking for. She never has tantrums when we say no to a toy, so it was nice to tell her yes to everything she asked for. We had so much fun taking her through the store and letting her pick things out. I think she was really surprised that we told her yes to everything she asked for. She kept changing her mind and putting things in her cart and taking things out. She looked at Hello Kitty, My Little Pony, stuffed animals, a pony bike, the slides, squinkies, and many more I’m sure I’ve forgotten about . She went back to the pony bike again and we thought she was going to pick that, but she ended up with a pink doggie that she named Woof, a Hello Kitty book, and a Playmobile set of a barn with horses. And she put up her baby shopping cart without us asking her too! She is just too sweet!
After taking Brooklyn birthday shopping we ate at a really neat restaurant called 3 Brasseurs. We had been told by friends that the 3rd floor has a ball pit and play area for kids and you can eat up there. So we asked to eat on the third floor so Brooklyn could play while we waited for the food. I ordered Pork Ribs and Michael ordered a Hamburger with Cantal Cheese (a local cheese). The restaurant and food reminded us of an Applebee’s or a Ruby Tuesday. The food was ok, but not as good as all the other restaurants we have been to.
Michael and I often joke that Brooklyn is the most polite brat we have ever seen. She can throw a tantrum when she wants to, but always says Please, Thank you, and Your Welcome to us and everyone else. She also thanks store owners if we buy her something from there. She will say at the Patisserie, “Thank you for my sucker!” She also is well behaved in public and we can take her out to dinner. She also thanks us at bedtime for doing fun things with her that day and thanks us if we buy her a new toy or clothes. She also loves to go shopping, to the grocery store, and basically anywhere else. But man, does she have another side! It is rare, but she can throw a tantrum with the best of them. Lately if she doesn’t get her way she will stomp her foot or slap her arms against her side. She also will drop her eyebrows and look really meanly at us. She definitely gets this from me, but I’m pretty sure I was much worse as a child!
Vanilla Cake with Strawberry Cream Cheese Frosting
2 (8 oz.) packages of cream cheese, room temperature
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, room temperature
4 cups powdered sugar
½ cup seedless strawberry jam
¾ cup chilled heavy whipping cream
3 cups cake flour
¾ tsp salt
½ tsp baking powder
½ tsp baking soda
3 cups sugar
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, room temperature
7 large eggs
2 TBSP vanilla extract
1 cup sour cream
INGREDIENTS FOR CAKE LAYERS:
6 TBSP plus ⅓ cup seedless strawberry jam
2¼ lbs strawberries, hulled, sliced (about 6 cups), divided
FROSTING: Put a small/medium bowl in the freezer to chill. In a separate large mixing bowl, beat cream cheese and butter until smooth. Beat in sugar, then jam. Remove that chilled bowl from the freezer and beat cream in that chilled bowl until peaks form. Fold whipped cream into frosting. Cover; chill for a couple of hours until it’s firm enough to spread. (If you are in a hurry, you could put the frosting in the freezer to chill quickly.)
CAKE: Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F. Butter and flour two 9-inch cake pans with 2-inch high sides. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, salt, baking powder, and baking soda. In a large bowl, cream butter and sugar together until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating after each addition. Beat in vanilla. Add sour cream, and beat for 30 seconds. Add flour mixture in three additions, beating to blend after each addition. Divide batter into prepared pans.
Bake cake until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean, 50-60 minutes. Remove from oven and cool for 10 minutes. Run a sharp knife around the edges of the pans, then turn cakes out onto a rack to cool completely.
Using a serrated knife, divide each layer in half horizontally. Place one half, cake side down, on a cake plate. Spread 3 TBSP of strawberry jam over the cake, then spread ¾ c of the frosting over the jam. Arrange ¾ c of the sliced strawberries on top of the frosting in a single layer. Repeat two more times with cake layer, jam, frosting, and strawberries. Top with remaining cake layer, cut side down. Spread two cups of frosting over the top and sides of the cake in a thin layer, then frost with remaining frosting. Stir remaining jam to loosen, then spoon teaspoonfuls onto the top and sides of the cake. Use the back of a spoon to swirl jam decoratively into the frosting. This recipe makes a very big 4-layer cake that will feed a lot of people. Serves 12-15.
P.S. Brooklyn picked out the gift bags.
Saturday, we met some friends at the square in the center of town and let the kids play around the fountain. Sunday, we took Brooklyn back to the farm. On the way, we asked Brooklyn if she wanted to ride Princess the pony and she said, “No, I want to ride the donkey!” She has probably heard the word donkey once in her life so we are surprised that she even knew the word. So she rode the donkey and I wanted her to ride the new gray horse that they had gotten two weeks ago because it was so pretty. Michael said, “Do you think she should ride the new horse since they don’t know anything about it?” I’m considering what he is saying and look over at the gray horse. The horse walker is pulling on the lead of the gray horse to take a kid for a ride and the gray horse did not want to move. At all. She was pulling on the lead and the horses neck was stretched all the way out and it still refused to move. I said, “I think she will be just fine.” Michael looked at the gray horse and laughed. So we told her she could ride the gray polka dot horse and she had fun and wasn’t scared at all riding on this, much bigger than a pony, horse. We asked her on the way home which one she like riding better, the donkey or the polka dot horse, and she said, “All of them!”
Make sure you check out the pictures with the snowcapped mountains in the background. It is so strange to be so hat and see that in the distance. It was so beautiful in real life! And check out the picture of the 4 horned goat. Can you say CREEPY?
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We often find words or names of stores that seem to be lost in translation. I’m sure they are only funny to us Americans, but I will still share them with you.
The first one is a clothing store called “Crapy Shop.” Interesting choice of name. Are their clothes crappy quality? They are definitely crappy styles.
Next, we have “Stud’ City” Apartments. This one is my favorite. Can only good looking guys live here? Do they have to send a recent picture with their application?
Third, is “Asswak Baba.” I don’t even know what to say. This is just wrong.
Fourth, we have “Rust, raw hair.” Raw hair? Is this opposed to cooked hair?
Next, we see “Bouticycle.” Ha! They said Booty! This one just makes me laugh. They sell bicycles. Vélo is French for bicycle.
And now we have “Cliniques de Poupées.” Ummmm…..gross. Is this the French way of losing weight with a wrap or is this what they use for facials here? In reality, they sell dolls. Way creepy ones. My mom will probably love them. The creepier the better for her.
Last, we have the “Tit’ Miss.” This really makes me giggle. I am assuming “tit” is short for petite.
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I think I may have done some permanent damage to Brooklyn. I was under the impression that is was a good thing to teach your kids to clean up after themselves, but Brooklyn takes it to the extreme. She refuses to go to sleep if all her dollhouse toys aren’t put back in the bag. “Why is this bad?” you say. It is bad because when all I want to do after a long day is just crawl in bed she insists we clean up her room. I’m very serious about my sleep and become very cranky (Michael might even use the word “extremely”) when I am tired so this is a very bad thing. She also refuses to sleep in her room if there is something that she thinks doesn’t belong in there. Here are Brooklyn’s Terrible Two Sleep Rules that we are expected to abide by:
1. All dollhouse toys must be placed in the appropriate bag or I will insist we clean it up.
2. The Hello Kitty motorcycle must never stay in the room while I sleep or I will scream for
Mommy to remove it.
3. A sippy cup inadvertently left in the room is reason to scream so Mommy removes it.
4. If anything besides my Gant (blanket), Peep, Baby, My Christmas book, and Hello Kitty book is on the bed, I will scream for Mommy to remove it instead of just tossing it on the floor myself.
We have now entered into the early Terrible Three’s and Brooklyn has added another Sleep Rule for us:
1. Shadows on the wall must be removed or I will scream for Mommy to remove them.
And this is exactly what she did today. Look at this picture. Look closely. Do you see anything scary?
Can’t find anything? Ok, I will help you. Look at this picture.
Unfortunatley, what Brooklyn sees and what we see aren’t the same. We will refer to this as Nighttime Hallucinations. To us the shapes are clearly nothing, but to a toddler it is something scary. Like this…
I heard her screaming and I went in her room and she pointed at the radiator and said, “What’s that?” in a voice on the verge of losing it. I said, “What?” looking for a bug but finding nothing. Finally, I figure out she is talking about the shadow from the giraffe’s horns. I show her it is only the horns, but she still makes me move it to the other side of the room. Really I’m surprised she didn’t make me remove it from the room.
For these Nighttime Hallucinations to make sense we must remember they are only toddlers. They have magnificent imaginations and we must remember they can’t help it. Instead of getting annoyed, just draw pictures of what you think it is that they see. Just don’t show it to them. That would probably make it worse. Way worse. Do anybody else’s kids have Nighttime Hallucinations?