Dessert of the Gods

         

It's strange how I've become such a sweets junkie.  I never craved them much until this little tapeworm came into our lives.

Well, this afternoon I was thinking of what I could bake and I came up with this concoction.... White Funfetti Cake, Chocolate Funfetti Icing, & Moosetracks Ice Cream.  

Oh. My. God. 

It was well worth the 3000 calories.  And yes, I did have two servings.  I do believe I may need those elastic pants tomorrow.  

It's funny how much I'm eating these days... well not funny at all actually, more like pathetic. It's all I seem to do anymore.  If I'm not eating, I'm cooking something to eat or shopping for something to cook and then eat.  Sometimes when I'm bored, I even go as far as going online to look at menus for places for us to try out.  It's like I'm obsessed.  I'll be excited to find out the sex of our little nugget so I can FINALLY have something to start focusing on... other than food :)  I can begin working on the nursery, registry, etc.  We'll be 16 weeks this week... 4 more weeks to find out the sex!  Which means at least 4 more Sundays of dessert creations!~

St Patty's Day Weekend

It's St. Patrick's Day weekend and I'm feeling a little bummed out.  I would love to be out with all the crazies, doing "kegs and eggs" and watching the city workers dye the river green...  This is THE biggest party weekend in Chicago.  

In fact, when we went to breakfast this morning (at 8 AM), people were already congregated in large crowds, donned in green wigs & ridiculous outfits, making their way downtown to start  drinking.  In fact, most had already started... carrying Irish Coffees as they climbed the stairs to the El, with cases of beer in the other hand.  

I'm thinking that I'll try and plan better next time around, and try not be pregnant on St Patty's Day weekend!  For now though, we're enjoying the low-key weekend, snuggled up on the couch with the boys :)  

The pregnancy is going great!  We're in the middle of our 14th week now.  Just 6 more weeks and we can figure out whether to plan for football cleats or ballet shoes!  I'm feeling great... trying to keep busy to make the time pass faster (lord knows that patience isn't my strongest trait).  

              

Biscuit & Ken

Certain people, are just pet people.  You know, those people that have that special way with animals.  I'm sure you know what I mean.  Like how a person can make absolutely no effort toward an animal, yet the animal's instinct tells them that they have found a trustworthy friend; the dog will be quick to wag their tail and snuggle up to this newfound friend.

Ken and Biscuit are that way with one another.  

I was the one that drove the hour trip to the Kennel.  I was the one that looked into the sad eyes of Biscuit, and chose him over all of the other adorable, whining lab pups.  I was the one that brought him home for a nice warm bath.  I was the one that fed him his first homemade meal.  Within those first few hours, we had quite the little bond... That is, until Ken walked in the door.  Something about those two... they just clicked.  It's as if they're kindrid spirits, friends from a past life.  

Each night, Biscuit curls up next to Ken, usually laying his head across Ken's chest, while Ken sits effortlessly, focused on the TV... and not the dog.  Meanwhile, Willy and I sit on our end of the couch, snuggled with one another... feeling like the last two players left on the field after the captains have picked their teams.  Yep, that's me and Willy over there... looking upon Ken and B.  We're the odd men out in this house.