I’ve been in the mood for beef and snow peas for days. But it’s such a bother to hunt for the recipe. And I know I told myself to put recipes up here or on Flickr but I haven’t been doing it. Why? Because I obviously want to make things difficult for myself.

Well, I’m doing it now. Finally.

Stir Fried Beef with Snow Peas and Cashews
From Cook’s Country, serves 4
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1. Autobot. Otterbox. Sounds almost the same. Easy to mistake right? RIGHT?

2. Yeah, Bridgette came over. She showed Isabelle how to cover strawberries with chocolate. I was really hoping that would make Isabelle eat them. But nope. She did try though.

3. And are they called headphones? But I thought headphones are used to listen to stuff, not to block sound.

1. Ok. So I still called it the wrong thing knowing it was the wrong thing. But they DO sound similar.

2. So, Nathan cannot stand on his own yet. But he is seriously getting up no problem now. He just holds on to things and just gets up like it’s no big deal.

3. I know I can’t protect Isabelle from everything. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be sad about it.

1. Ok so these are really old, beginning of July. Nathan isn’t on antibiotics anymore of course. He sure has been on antibiotics more than Isabelle. Ten months old and on antibiotics twice. Isabelle almost five, antibiotics once.

2. I totally have a better system now. When something happens I write it down in my fancy phone to draw later.

3. Hee hee, Nathan. He’s so cute I want to lick him too.

A couple of weekends ago, Isabelle asked me to make a dress for her dolly (because who knows what she did with it’s dress and diaper). And that lit a fire under me. Weeks and weeks ago I cut out a pattern for a dress for Isabelle. And when she asked, I thought that was a perfect opportunity to make the dress. And to make a matching one for her dolly. This was as far as I got:

Unfinished neck line and armholes. Unfinished hem.

I used a knit and it was stretchier than anticipated. It’s supposed to be by her knees not her ankles. And just like that I gave up. Big fail. It took all the steam out of me. Do I really want to finish a project that she’s swimming in? I guess she could grow into it…