C is for Cooking Challenge Continues...

The next recipe that I was supposed to try in C is for Cooking was Elmo's Yellow Birthday Cake, but I wasn't about to turn Big Brother's Superbowl birthday dessert into a science experiment, so I stuck with Pilsbury cake mix. It came out fabulous. Like most American moms, I'm an expert processed food cook. Big Brother was thrilled with his fake cake from a box, until I almost lit it on fire while lighting the candles. That accident turned it into a fancy French dessert, I think.

My Snow Angels

"Truly wonderful the mind of a child is."
-YODA, Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones

What in the World Are You Doing? Wednesday

---Big Brother and the Princess decide to dress themselves and wash all the dishes at 5 a.m. on a Saturday morning.

----Baby Bigfoot makes his own bed and sleeps in it too.

Big Brother's ABC Thanksgiving Prayer

Dear God,

I am very thankful for this stuff:

A = Andrew (best friend)

B = Best Friend (Andrew)

C = cup cakes

D= dogs (even Hell Hound)

E = EVERYTHING

F= fish (bruce, willy, spike, jaws, and june)

G= grandmama

H = hugs

I= ice cream

J= John (Dada)

k= kites

L= Little sister and brother

M= Mama

N= noodles

O= Oreo cookies

P= papa

Q= quiet time

R= ROB- (uncle)

S= snakes (Can I have one? NO)

T= two people together- me and mommy

U= umbrellas

V= violet (the color)

W = watermelons

X= xylophones

Y= yogurt

Z = Zack (best friend- invisible)

Thanks again for this stuff.

Love, Big Brother.

Amen.

Runny Nose News

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Big Brother's Sticky Situation

I am Big Brother and I will only take my medicine if it is the cool, yummy orange one that I love. I do not like the red medicine for robots. I am not a robot; I am a boy. Mommy says I have to take the red Robitussin, and my face makes many horrible shapes, because I hate that stuff. I shake my head no! Mommy backs me into a corner in the kitchen, and I fall on the ground, (on purpose), because the smell of the robot medicine knocks me over.

Mommy is starting to "freak!" She says she's waiting, and thinks she's starting to "age." I will keep my mouth closed until she is 134 years old because I am not a robot. I am a boy. Mommy sits on me, the spoon touches my lips and makes them feel all tingly. I scream and Mommy gets out the sugar. She says I can have a whole spoon of it if I swallow the medicine, but I don't take that deal. I try for a milk shake from Carvel instead, but Mommy says, "I do not negotiate with terrorists!" Mommy's going to jump off a cliff if I don't take my medicine, but I remind her that there are no cliffs in our town. She will have to go to where the cowboys live, or maybe Mars, to find one. Mommy begs me to take my medicine, but I am not a robot, and my mouth is shut tightly.

Next, Mommy is looking out the window, and she thinks she sees one of Santa's elves, but I don't care. She can see the dentist elf knocking on the glass with a tooth brush, and I still won't open my mouth. Now the phone is ringing. Mommy picks up with the hand that is not holding the spoon filled to the brim with robot medicine. She looks worried. It's the police department. A policeman wants to speak to me about taking the robot medicine! "NOOOO!" I shout. I'll open my mouth. Mommy hangs up and puts the spoon in my mouth, but something really bad happens. My lips can't hold in the sticky, smelly robot food. It sprays out of my mouth and all over mommy's shirt. OH, she is not happy. She just threw the spoon across the kitchen into the sink. "Nice shot, Mommy!" I say. I tell her she can be like one of those Globetrotters, but she is grumbling, walking away from me. "Mommy! Does this mean I don't have to take my medicine?" Looks like mommy was the sticky one this time.

How I Would Fix the Economy, By Big Brother

Hello, I am Big Brother. I am five years old and a U.S. citizen. Therefore, I am qualified to run for federal office in this country. If you elect me for president, here's how I will fix the Economy:

1. Replace Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson and Fed Chairman Ben Bernanke with Scrooge McDuck.

2. Start a $300 billion government works program focused on expanding my bedtime. It's time for a new New Deal.

3. Create a blankee guarantee for all kindergartners. If we were allowed to sleep for a few hours at school, then maybe I could come up with better laws. I hear that places like Ireland have granted blankee guarantees.

4. Revise the $700 billion bailout plan (or TARP) so that it just doesn't buy clean Huggies for mortgage company CEO's, but directly helps recapitalize my piggy bank.

On the playground the word is that I'm not officially advising any policymakers right now. However, I'd like to make public that the princess and I are attending Mother Goose Hour this weekend at the library, and almost certainly will be giving "informal" advice to any and all takers.

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