Bad Cooking Experience

I wanted to test out this recipe for "Crazy Cake" that my cousin sent to me. It was Conner safe- so I thought we might use it for his birthday...you put the dry ingredients in the pan, make two hollows and fill them with oil-vinegar-and vanilla, then pour water all over- but NO mixing. As you can see from the finished product, it didn't quite turn out. I stirred it after that, thinking I could get stuff to mix...to no avail.

Conner did enjoy helping me though. He ate (and spilled) lots of flour.

My Grandma sent me this Barbie, which I assume I used to play with. I showed it to Conner the other day and told him it was a dolly. He asks for the dolly and loves to move her legs. Yikes.

This is how I jimmy rigged a bottle prop for Wyatt- so I could feed him and do other stuff at the same time. I have to prop the pillow above his legs otherwise he kicks it off, and I have to swaddle him or he pushes everything away with his hands.

Conner has started adding "s's" to everything he says. Instead of "more" it's "mores"; instead of "no" it's "nose". When he says "mores" it sounds like he's from New York.