Baking and Forgetting to Take Pictures

Theo's always building something on our living room rug.

Meanwhile, Meadow is suddenly really good at drawing.

If she keeps practicing, she's going to be incredible by middle school.

Meadow has been asking for a coconut cream pie since she had some on our big road trip to the UP. After having the ingredients on hand for a couple of weeks, we finally started with the crust.

Meadow requested breakfast like Grandpa likes. Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream.

I can't find the recipe on the internet, but I made my go to oatmeal whole wheat waffles. They're technically a pancake recipe, but work great.

I finished the pie with the whipped cream we made during breakfast.

Lots of baking lately. I made another gingerbread cake.

This one was amazing.

On Monday night Theo helped me make a homemade take on Hamburger Helper. He ate a bunch of cheese while we were prepping. Of course once it was fully cooked, Theo wasn't having it. Apart from sushi and spaghetti and meatballs, this kid has been so picky recently.

Somehow we were left with a chunk of cheese that looked like Wisconsin.

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