Ambrosia Creative

Once upon a time — okay, a year ago, *ahem* — I sucked at baking. Truly, truly sucked, in a major sort of way. Ryan would get visibly nervous as I bust out the flour, and sugar, and measuring cups. “Uhhh, Jenn, you sure you want to be doing that?” But since becoming a mother, I’ve honed my domestic skills and sort of rule the kitchen. On a good day.

Look at me, I’m miss bakey-bakey, muffin-top lady!

Anyways, the reason I’m writing this post is because “chochi-chip kookies” is like love tonic for Kai; give him a fresh-baked cookie, and all is well and swell. There’s just such a warm, happy feeling as we sit at the table, chomping away on our “sfecial treets” and making funny faces at each other. I really hope I’m creating some positive childhood memories for him, and so glad that I gave baking another go. I dream to one day conquer pie. But just thinking about buttery flour and rolling pins gives me anxiety.

A subdued Kai post-cookie. And a thankful Dax for taming his bro.

Poor Kai-Guy. This week, he moved into a new bed, gave up his pacifier, started potty-training, and developed an ear-infection. Life has taken a toll on my son, and by 4:30 pm today, my home was anything but a heaven on earth. So I said, “You know what? Let’s get out of here,” grabbed my bag, keys, kids and headed out the door, not sure where we were headed. All I knew was that we were in dire need of fresh air and some sugar-therapy. So we ended up here:

The lovely Ventura Harbor.
Where we successfully tracked down a bakery I’ve been wanting to try.

Le Petit Cafe Bakery.
Score.

Ginourmous double chocolate cookie for Kai…

…and tirimisu for me.
Sugar is happiness and makes everything better. ‘Nuff said.

(Ryan reached his yesterday with our untidy abode.)

I felt amused — and slightly bad, but mostly amused — when Ryan last night said in a huff, “The place is too dirty!” and started vacuuming.

Vacuum lines in the carpet — fabulous!

So here it is ladies, proof that the home can get messy enough to inspire your man to take action. Trick is to wait out the housework, just wait it out…

Never mind you that it’s a humid 80 degrees out. Or, that it clashes against an outfit more beach-town chic than indie/urban. But we’re going to Trader Joe’s in an orange beanie, because Jet wears a beanie, and Jet is the cool neighbor kid that Kai wants to be when he grows up.

Except, Jet’s beanie is black with a skull and crossbones. Kai’s version belongs to his mommy, who purchased it on clearance from Target. But to Kai, it’s a beanie. Just like Jet’s.

*Sigh.* My son is so dang cute with his ways.