sunday night i had a million things that i wanted to do. and it was still driving me insane (charlie, too) that we could not make a decision about where to live. so of course the only logical thing to do was ignore the grocery shopping and decision making and bake a cake. i had been wanting to make this cake since last january when i found the recipe in a better homes and gardens magazine. unfortunately i did not have cake pans. one year and three cake pans later, i finally made it. my first three layer cake. the frosting was a little sweet for me but tasted much better the next day after a night in the refrigerator.
last night was a rare night when avery beat us to bed so charlie and i had cake and tea at 7:30, watched an hour of the grammy's and then went to bed. it's sad when 'staying up late' involves being in bed by 9.
of course after making it to bed my daughter decided that last night would be a perfect night to wake up every two hours throughout the night. and when she was up she was wide awake, smiling and ready to play. at one point around 3:30 i started to think of those first two weeks when we first brought her home, when we were up every 3 hours, and a two hour stretch of sleeping was considered really good. i sort of miss those days, because although we got less sleep the only thing we had to worry about was taking care of her. it was really nice just to spend all of our time together and not worry about work or what was for dinner that night. expectations were a lot lower and it was pretty sweet. i remember one day, when she was about 3 weeks old, when i got about 2 hours of sleep the night before and then we spent the whole next day on the couch, napping. it was snowing outside and it was pretty much the most perfect wednesday.