On Friday, Ella woke up with some coughing and seemed to have some trouble breathing. She has had this in the past so I took note of it and just kept an eye on her in the morning. We went to a friends to play for a couple hours and she started to get worse and so I took her to the dr. She has been put on a breathing treatment and steroids for a few days. The doctor called it "environmentally induced wheezing" which I take as meaning she has some sort of allergy this time of year. This happened twice last year and once already this fall. Needless to say, she has been wound up and I am hesitant to give her another steroid dose. I am not sure if that is a side effect for the steroid or the breathing treatment, but she has been quite the handful.
She was up at 5:50 this morning ready to eat and was such a chatterbox. She usually gets up and camps out on the couch for at least an hour watching "Martha Speaks" and "Franklin." This morning she asked me to make her something ridiculous for breakfast (I say that because I remember my reaction, but not what she asked for...it was not even 6 am remember and I had not had my coffee) I said "I am not making that at 6 am!" To which she replied, "Mom, get up in the morning at 6 am, grab a little jelly, grab a litle jam, YEAH Toast, YEAH Toast! I want some toast mommy!" (To those of you who don't know, that is the toast song that I have become famous for.) So we made toast.
Fast forward an hour or so and Amelia is awake and I decide to make myself an English Muffin, toasted, with Peanut butter and banana slices. Sounds great. I pop it in the toaster oven to toast. Well, I go and check my facebook and get totally distracted from the toaster oven. This thing is 10 years old and has stopped the automatic toasting. Meaning that it will not shut off. I suddenly remember that I had toast in and what do I find...a black english muffin that is on fire. Yeah, a real fire in the toaster oven. I turn it off, let the fire die down, I blow it out, and chuck it in the sink under cold water. The house reeks and Ella says, "Mommy, was that a fire? Are you going to go to jail?" It was quite the morning....
Check out that tongue!
We made some banana bread earlier this week and I wanted to show some pictures of my "little cookers" Ella is a very good help in the kitchen and Amelia is now starting to want to get in on the action. It is my hope that they will be making the meals before long...
I am not sure what I did to receive those looks, but I thought it would be fun to share!
