Monday, February 05, 2007
Pink Elephants...


For these simple baby gifts, I think I will stick with the top design. What do you think?
Another thing, this weekend was fun because I got to give away one of the blue boy elephants to a friend who had a cute baby boy with a head full of red hair. He is adorable! Congratulations!!!
Chocolate Chip Cookie Pie...


Chocolate Chip Cookie Pie...
(I like this recipe much better than the one I gave out in the Christmas card several years ago.)
2 9" unbaked pie shells
4 eggs
1 tsp. good Mexican Vanilla
1 cup flour
1 cup sugar
1 cup brown sugar
1 1/2 cup butter
2 cups semi-sweet or milk chocolate chips either way, I like the Guittard
Beat eggs until foamy. Beat in flour, sugars and vanilla until well-blended. Add butter and blend. Stir in chips and nuts. Pour into unbaked pie shell. Bake 45 min. at 325 degrees. The recipe says to serve warm with ice cream, but I really love it best cool and the next day.
2 cups chopped pecans or walnuts
My Favorite Chocolate Chips...Guittard...
Boho Bedding...
If anyone sees this throw anywhere, please tell me... I keep thinking about it.
See this bedding here.
Victoria & Albert...
Turtles...

And, my dad sent us this poem to perfectly cap the turtle theme we had going for our day.
“I am Home,” Said the Turtleby John Ciardi,
(The Little that is All [Boston, 1974], p. 294)
“I am home,” said the turtle, as it pulled in its head
And its feet, and its tail. “I am home, and in bed.
“No matter what inches and inches I roam,
When the long day is done, I am always at home.
“I may go whole feet . . . even yards . . . in a day,
But I never get lost, for I’m never away—
“From my snug little house and my snug little bed.
I can dream lots of dreams, but remain here instead . . .
“You can go on forever, no matter how far,
And whatever you need is wherever you are!”
(“Is there one thing I miss when I’m snuggled in tight?
Yes: there’s no room for someone to kiss me good night.”)
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