Cooking With Skyla

Skyla has some cartoon shows that involve a bit of CGI and a bit of humans---they have a show called "Big Cook Little Cook" and another called "I Can Cook." She loves them. I give her my empty tins to play with, because she's obsessed with cooking things. She now has created her own KITCHEN out of the mess of boxes around our living room, and has developed her own cooking show (which you see in the above photo). Yes, she's making chicken curry out of Original Coffee Mate. She did the prep work for "soup," but somehow came out with the curry. They say over here, "Do you feel like a Chinese?" or "How about Curry?" Which means, "Do you want Chinese food?" and "How about any of the bazillion types of Indian Food?"
(By the way, it blazing STINKS that they don't sell any other flavors of coffee mate here.......just original, and LITE. Mmmmmmmm...NOT!) Ok. I'm not hating on my region. I'm just venting. *sizzles a bit*

Don't Be Alarmed

She's doing the butt-wiggle she's so kindly stolen from me. She's got an orange slice in her cheek-pouch (I didn't know this until looking at the picture), and she's standing in the middle of one of our continual chaos spots in the house. The laundry is in the washer with the next loads ready to go, there are the clean dishes in the rack on the counter, and the contents of our DRAWER in that white tub because we're packing, there's that damn recycling bin that's nearly empty (only as of yesterday, because I thought it had thrown up on the left side of my kitchen), and the stove is out of the picture (thank GOD)----but it's just NeVeR not being used it seems, so aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I showed you. Now it's out.

Business or Pleasure?

Skyla draws a picture on this board about 177 times a day. Today, her second picture was of "Daddy walking ALL the way to Morocco." And she thinks that's funny, so she must be sick. She's apparently been telling Brian while I've been at work that she wants to take a vacation to Morocco with JUST daddy and her.....and "mommy can stay in London."
Brian thinks this is hilarious. She's also requested to leave me out of a trip to Tunisia. Guess Dad's been doing something right.
For those of you who didn't know, Brian spent a week in Morocco filming "Sex In the City 2," but he FLEW. Prior to that he spent a couple of weeks in Tunisia doing a film called "Sirens" based on the idea of the Greek mythological creatures. The girls were left in London for those two trips, but next up is Scotland for a TV show called "Deep," and we ALL get to go!

Let's Get Physical

This morning, Skyla was already dressed WITH hair done when I woke up to her trying to put a barbie into my hand. I told her to go downstairs and I'd take a picture of her by our boxes to show people that she doesn't look much crazier than our living room right now... She couldn't stand still, because she was dancing to a song she was making up as I tried to use the camera. So, this is what I got.

One For You NONE For Me

This is my meat eating daughter. Yuck. Brian gets a little upset with me because I tend not to give her a wide enough variety of a diet.....meaning, I'm a vegetarian so I don't feed my child meat, and he's a meatatarian so he would like to see her eating meat as well. Well I went along with this idea, because I think he's absolutely right, and I bought her some ham. BLUUUH I had to take this pictrue just so I could get a few feet away from the smell!!!!! But she ate the whole container's worth so good job Dad. Also, there's the laptop I'm typing on now, and the desktop picture is a picture Brian took of the Battersea Power Station (as important as the Lansing capital to Michigan as far as buildings go in Battersea) It's a really cool picture. Oh I'll just put it up.

Battersea Power Station by Brian Greenway

I See You

That. That's that damn computer. She ALWAYS is using it. It's from dear Auntie Lana and Uncle Joe in 2007, and I couldn't be more angry at them. In this picture, she has her favorite dress on, her Cinderella dress-up gown. She's got her favorite doggie and her most prized possession; Her Drawing Board. She found a corner in my bedroom to play as I changed the sheets on my bed.

Not a Bad Idea

I had a cold, and ran out of tissues. So I'd been using toilet paper for my constantly needy nose, and my dearest daughter wanted to take care of me, so she picked up the role from the coffee table and sat on the floor by the couch, telling me SHE would be the toilet paper holder. I could just take it as I need it, just like in the bathroom. Poor dear had her arm out and ready and everything. Precious.

Tea for Two

That's MY hat. But she somehow found it and put it on. She invited me to a dinner party in her room one night that Brian was at work. She turned dinner music on (yeah, that damn computer of hers plays the cinderella songs in that lovely King's Quest like sound), and even wore her fine jewelry (though she had to ask me to fasten it). I had cocoa crispies and she had chicken curry. We sat at a lovely table for two made out of fine plastic. We ate in a busy restaurant, for there were all sorts of animals and princesses around (they were toys that go IN the plastic tub.....she dumped them out to make a table, bless her...).

The Skyla Ball

  


Yeah, so there's Jay-Jay's figures. She draws them from the Mozart era, with appropriate footwear. They are booty boogying and bending over backwards to impress you with their dancing. If they don't, try looking at the cheeseball on the right, complete with spaghetti sauce on the corner of her mouth.