The boys are getting really good at hide and seek lately. Usually, they can't stand the pressure when I come to find them, so they'll pop out of wherever they're hiding. But today, they remained silent lying inside this toy basket until I got really close to them, called out for them, and eventually they giggled. ---SM

So my friend posted on her blog her family's recipe for amazing cinnamon rolls. And when I read it, the rain poured down outside. So, I instantly got it into my mind that I needed those rolls smelling up my house on such a cold, rainy day and then finding their way into my belly.

Oh yeah, and this was my first time making them.

Grant and Kellen were on board, too. They helped me mix all the ingredients and when the dough had raised and it was time to roll and cut those things----yikes! I'm not sure what happened, but I started sweating. I had a giant blob of a mess sticking to every inch of skin on my hands, two very patient toddlers ready to dig in, too, and I felt like this project may have been a disaster.

My mom ended up bailing me out and we had the deepest gut-wrenching laugh as we plopped the blobs onto the cookie sheet. They looked like cinnamon buns that had taken a wild roller coaster ride. We were up so late that I told the boys they had to go upstairs for bedtime, but I brought them down for a midnight snack to enjoy the buns of their labor. My, what big smiles they had!

Fortunately, the taste was great, but I think I will save making those again when I have the mental fortitude. ---SM

P.S. If you make the recipe from the blog above, there are no listed ingredients for icing or glaze recipe, so I used the Paula Dean glaze glaze and loved it.


(Above: The blobs---before baking)


(Above: The buns---after baking. Deliciousness rules!)

Fresh snow today and my mom opened the back door for an afternoon of adventure.

While the boys and my mom were in the midst of building Snowman #1---a beady-eyed midget no taller than a toddler, Justin came home for lunch. Justin started a snowball fight, and #1 was used as battle material. So, Justin raked up most of the snow on the lawn and started Snowman #2---a carrot-nosed sheriff warmed by Auntie Staci's handmade scarf.

All were pleased.

By the time Justin returned home at the end of his work day, #2 had melted, though, just like the song says...

Once there was a snowman, snowman, snowman
Once there was a snowman,
Tall, tall, tall.

In the sun he melted, melted, melted
In the sun he melted,
Small, small, small.




(Above: Snowman #1)


(Above: Snowman #2)


(Above: The backyard boys)

I did something today that I swore I'd never do. Lennox was in a foul, fussy mood all morning (his canines are coming in) and didn't eat his hamburger at McDonald's. So, when he saw the twins eating their ice cream cones, he begged for one, too, and I got back into line and bought one for him.

Not one of my more brilliant moves, but his smile was better than ice cream to me, and certainly superior to his screaming! ---SM

Super heroes need super-sleep, and this clash between two small supermen ended on a battle axe and a blanket behind my mom's bed.

Say that five times fast. ---SM

While most days are all about the boys, today was all about the girls.

My cousin Nancy, who lives in London, scored tickets to the sought-after play The Misanthrope, a modern-day version of Moliere's play by the same name. Playing at the Comedy Theatre, the main actors Damian Lewis and Keira Knightley were the biggest reason we went to see the show, and Lewis' timing, particularly, was amazing. I thought the direction was a bit strange at times---Knightley over-dramatically paced round and round the stage at a few points, and the production felt a little unfinished by the end, but overall it didn't disappoint.

One of the more humorous parts of the experience was waiting in the queue for the loo and standing behind a group of young actresses who also patronized the play. One of them was a real-life clone of the character Rachael on Glee. And she was an American originally from the Bay Area. Holy Cow.

This was a follow-up adventure to a previous "girls' night out" in November when we saw Calendar Girls, which was both hilarious and touching---even from our chairs at the very front row.

Thank you, Justin for watching the homies! ---SM


(Above: Nancy, Mom, and me at the Comedy Theatre for "The Misanthrope")


(Above: Mom and me by the Piccadilly Circus underground)


(Above: Nancy and Mom in Leicester Square for "Calendar Girls")

One of the best features of our English city home is our English city backyard. I love that the boys can go outside for 5, 10, or 60 minutes and be in a place that is secured and yet free from the indoors.

Now that the weather is cold and snowy, that fact doesn't change.

All the boys like to venture into the back yard at one point or another, but Kellen, in particular, likes the snow---the fresh stuff especially. He likes to make footprints, throw snow balls, take bites off the patio table, and examine the snowflakes on the leaves. ---SM

After much convincing, Justin agreed to let me take the boys to the barber shop for a little chop-chop. We both love their billowing round curls, but they take a little work in order for them to look presentable. Since neither of the boys love the 30 seconds it takes to gel their hair down, the decision was made.

We left Lennox home with my mom and met Justin at the barber shop---the halfway point between home and Justin's office. The boys were 100% excited to head down, literally, just to the end of our street on their bikes to sit in the barber's chair.

G: Where are we going, Mom? Is it far?
Me: Nope. It's the barber shop just at the end of our street.
G: Oh, I know where that is. It's the one with all the scissors. [Referring to the scissors that frost the border of the store's front window.]
Me: Very insightful, Grant. I didn't know you knew the place.
G: Oh, yeah. I go there all the time to get my hair cut.

He's never been before at all, in fact!

Both boys were silent throughout the session, but I could tell they also were excited to be sitting in the chair all by themselves in front of the mirror. They followed directions---apron on, head up, head down---and they even got a lollipop at the end of it all.

Admittedly, the cut is short and not as great as Becky's job last summer (!), but it's also exactly what I needed, more than the boys. Less hat hair, more manageability, and plenty o' curls to spare. ---SM