giving the cows a run for their money

Cows have gas.
Gas = methane
Methane + oxygen = carbon dioxide
Carbon dioxide = all bad for the environment
I get it. I do. But really? Cows? Their methane emmissions amount to 16% per annum...

Obviously, you have not been to my house lately. If you came for a visit you might change your mind. Cows aren't causing global warming. The sprout is. Or, more accurately, the fart symphony of green house gases coming out of the sprout's butt is. You've got to hear it to believe it. I should start selling tickets!

Seriously tho. He's not that big. I have no idea how he can have so much gas stuck up there. I have no idea where it all comes from.

And okay, maybe lentils isn't the best thing to serve a baby. Curried lentils, actually. But lentils are tasty. The sprout readily agrees.

I am sure his methane emmissions amount to at least 17%...

You cows ain't got nuttin' on my baby.

Except that we think you are tasty and we will eat you.

Mmm... beefy...

wanna win some wipes?

Then head on over to Huppie Mama for your chance to win one set of 5 cotton flannel/organic sherpa wipes. These have been very popular in my Etsy shop :)

And while you are there you should check out her blog about living green with her beautiful baby girl down in Florida!

Also she is sponsoring a number of giveaways right now, so you might want to enter those too. Because it's fun to win stuff!

Happy perusing!

it's earth day

What do you want to change in your life to make it greener?

I want to exchange all our plastic containers for glass or ceramic.
I want to switch to Bullfrog for our electricity.
I want to live somewhere that I can use a compost.
I want to buy less and use what I already have more.

How about you?

Image from www.dohosurf.org

my etsy shop has been featured!

How exciting! Our first feature, evah!!

You should hop on over to Raising a King to see what lovely things Kristina says about our wipes :)

And you may find something useful (wink wink) if you are looking to shop at bee sew sew!

While you are over at Raising a King you should check out all the other great Etsy sellers she's featuring this month. There are a ton a awesome discounts and coupon codes! Including one for her own shop Buy some love. Seriously, how gorgeous is that?

Happy shopping!

I *heart* Oliver Jeffers

Boog. boog. BOOG!

It's the sprout's first word. He holds up a book and says, "boog!" He sits on my lap and points at his pile of books and goes, "Boog!" He sits on the floor and turns the pages, banging his chubby little hands on the books. He loves his flip-the-flap books and his touchy-feely books. I have more than once caught him petting monkey's tail. But not his monkey. His monkey has a fluffy tummy.

It's cute. It's so friggin' cute.

Let's face it, tho, after the 18th million time, the twist ending of "Peekaboo! It's you!" is lost on me. I think I want to shoot myself.

But then... one day, we found a penguin at our door.

It was when I was looking for a Christmas present for the sprout that I first picked up How to catch a star, by Irishman Oliver Jeffers. I got to the part where he considered flying his rocket to space only it was out of petrol because he had flown it to the moon last week. I was completely drawn in but the simplicity of the story and the artwork. Oh. my. god. The artwork! It is phenomenal! I *heart* Oliver Jeffers! It's just... he's just... I want to marry him... Actually, no. The dude might have something to say about that...
Jeffers writes from an amazing point of view - that of a child. But he does it in such a way as to make his stories endearing to the reader. As adults we often forget the simplest way from point A to B in a child's eye can be the most ludicrous avenue available. But that's what makes children so special. They are unaffected by the world around them.


Our favorite book right now has got to be Lost and Found. Or maybe it's The great paper caper just for the artwork which tells a fantastic story all on it's own. The day I bought that book I studied it for half an hour before going to bed!

Guacaholics anonymous

Over here at chez le sprout we practice baby-led weaning.

Baby-led weaning (def.): (1) The epitome of lazy parenting, only with a fancy name.

We have discovered that the sprout is quite fond of guacamole. So when the dude said he wanted to make tacos for supper I thought, score! Not only did I not have to make supper, but it was an excuse to make guacamole.

Yes, we eat guacamole on our tacos. We also only ever eat soft shelled tacos. We also put grated carrots on our tacos. Okay, we are admittedly a bit odd.

Baby-led weaning (def.): (2) Hand baby food. Sit back. Take pictures.

In an attempt to get more guacamole in the sprout's mouth and less on the floor (or flung across the table...) we started making guacamole sushi rolls. These are really easy.

(1) Make guacamole. Take the fruit of one avocado, the juice of one lime, 1/4 of a small onion roughly chopped, salt and pepper. Combine in a food processor until well blended and smooth.


(2) Rip off a piece of tortilla and coat said piece of tortilla in guacamole.


(3) Roll up said piece of guacamole covered tortilla.



(4) Hand food to baby.
(5) Take pictures



Avocados were harmed in the making of this blog post but it was all in the name of tastiness!

An escapade

So, the other day I went in to check on my "napping" baby. Instead I found this:

Yes, that is my child, standing on the floor between the bed and the dresser, banging on the wall.

Ummm... dude! You are supposed to be sleeping. Not giving mummy a heart attack because she walked in the room and saw an empty bed.

You should have seen the look he gave me. "Hi mummy! Look what I did!" He was sooo proud of himself. And what do I do? I grab the camera, of course!

What I want to know is how he circumnavigated the pillow mounds on either side of him, dismounted the bed and landed on his feet with out a sound.

Actually, no. I don't want to know. I really might have had a heart attack if I'd witnessed that.

We no longer have that bed. The stupid thing was like 3 feet high and I practically needed a step ladder to climb into it every night. I promptly sold it 10 hours after this escapade.

We now have this bed:

Thank you ikea!