Mmm...cake

I'm not feeling very creative this week, so here's a quick rundown:

Sammy has hives--cause unknown. Also, tonight while eating a bowl of ice cream and brownies, he asked for some carrots. I told him to finish his ice cream first. We expect him to turn orange any day now, based on the amount of carrots he's been eating.

Riley is starting to calm down--a little. He's a little less belligerent and rude, but still refuses to have anything to do with Bruce (usually). He loves his nursery teachers, though, and insists on setting up the chairs for them every Sunday.

Zeke is cute. He's trying to figure out why we've stuck a bottle in his mouth a few times this week. He also thinks it's fun to cry for his binky in the middle of the night. And he has discovered his hands--yum.

Bruce is a spacecase. He didn't notice Christy decorating special Valentine cookies just for him, while he was in the room. He did tune in long enough to eat them. After BYU football, the rest of his mental energy goes to his job. (He just found out they topped $2.5 million for this year's campaign!!!)

Christy is a mental case. Baking is her most therapeutic activity these days, which is not good while Bruce is on a health kick. Tomorrow--chocolate mint creme brulee. Later this week--pistachio cardamom cake. Next week--New York cheesecake with mango topping. After that--chocolate wasabi cake. Anyone who would like to help eat any of these desserts is welcome to visit anytime. Bruce will give you his portion.

We're excited for the Hollywood writer's strike to be over because we've had too much time to do useful things the past few months. Like write silly blog posts.