cheesecake dreams

It's the middle of the night and I'm awake. I was thinking about why my cheesecake cracked. I did some research and found out all kinds of ways you can prevent it and cover it up if it happens. Research is a good idea, before you start something. I started a cheesecake baking business. I didn't mean to but I made one for someone and then other people started handing me money and asking for cheesecakes of all different flavors. I sold four in fifteen minutes. I could be a good thing if I get faster and buy my groceries at Sam's. I have to cook my own families thanksgiving meal, clean the house, make another couple cheesecakes and take care of my babies today. I think I need sleep. It's nowhere to be found. Could it be the Dr. Thunder? It's possible.
We bought a dog two weeks ago. A rat terrier. We named her Sugar. She was a cutie pie. I say "was" because we decided to take her back to her breeder. It was a very difficult decision but I simply could not take care of my 3, 2, and 1 year olds while trying to house train this puppy. I was so stressed. I couldn't relax in my own home. That's no way to live. We cried and took her back. I love my life again. Crazy how you can make stupid decisions that can really make your life too hectic for words. At least that decision was repairable. Ella was upset and she still mentions Sugar about once a day. I think she understands though. She's a smart little girl.

My Mom and her family are coming in tomorrow for Thanksgiving. I'm so excited. I don't remember a time I've spent Thanksgiving with her. It's nice to have her back in my life. I've needed a Mom for a long time!

Still awake. I don't feel the least bit sleepy. I know I'm going to regret this. I spent the first half of the night on the couch because of tornado watches in our area. I wanted to hear the sirens if they went off or the beeping warning on the TV. The weather guy finally said it had all passed and I went to bed. Then I lay there thinking about my cracked turtle cheesecake. I'm sure it will taste yummy but I'm going to cover it with a chocolate ganache. yummers.

Oh, I must say that my one year old is walking. She falls quite often but she can walk. She tends to try and go to fast and so she loses her balance but when she takes it slow she can stay up for a while. I'm sure there's a lesson in there somewhere for all of us.

My two year old is talking so much more. She says the cutest things. I love her so much. I've been overwhelmed lately by how tender she is. She loves her sisters, her Daddy and me. She shows it by the way she speaks to us and treats us with hugs and kisses. She's so careful to be polite. What a girl!

My firstborn is only three but I could definitely believe she were six or seven or even in her teens sometimes. Her sense of humor is amazing. Her sensitivity to me is crazy! If I'm sad, she grieves with me. If I'm excited she gets excited with me. She cares deeply for the way others feel. I want to be like her in so many ways. She enjoys life to the fullest. She gets excited about the smallest thing and has this silly little dance she does when she's excited. She plays dress up everyday all day long. She hardly ever wants to wear normal clothes. She has to wear some long gown that "sticks to the ground" as she says. She thinks she's a princess. She told me yesterday that the reason why her shoes were so sparkly was because she's been wearing them for so long. ha!

My life was so boring before these little girls entered in. They all still have dimples on their knuckles. How long will that last? The baby points at things and grunts with her fat little fingers. I wish I could freeze time. I found her yesterday sitting on the floor in the living room floor with the bottoms of her feet together and her forehead resting on her feet. I think she was doing Pilates or something. So cute. Her toes are the cutest, fatest little things you've ever seen. When she's in her high chair and she's eating something she really likes she rotates her feet in little circles. How cute is that? #2 hums with every bite when she likes her food. Her humming gets louder if she's eating something extra yummy like ice cream or yogurt. #1 gets excited about not being messy when she eats. She boasts of clean hands when she's finished. She wants to be a big girl. She stands in the middle of the room and says, "Mom, look at how big and tall I am." I have to say, "wow, look at you." She asks me if It makes me sad that she's growing and I tell her it's "happy-sad".

God is so good to give me these precious people in my life. Last night my husband cleaned the oven. I walked into the kitchen and he had on those yellow kitchen gloves and a sponge and was cleaning the oven. I had a fire in the oven yesterday and had to call the fire dept. It was very exciting! It was also kinda embarrassing. So we were trying to see if the oven was still going to work. It does. Wouldn't it be great for it to be burnt up the day before Thanksgiving? yikes. My husband just comes home from preparing sermons all day. He's tired, sore, overwhelmed and he cleans the oven, washes dishes, puts kids to bed. He is the most amazing man I have ever known. I could never deserve these precious gifts but then, they wouldn't be gifts would they? I'm going to bed now. I can at least lay down in my snuggly bed withe my snuggly husband and maybe I'll fall asleep.