Last Saturday, as Northern Mommy was at a cross country meet, Northern Daddy was watching NB/T. If you've already looked at the photograph, you might be wondering just how closely I was watching him. Honestly, I was in my recliner watching him cover the living room floor with toys when he stopped, walked over to the sofa, and pulled the full laundry basket off the sofa (dumping the clothes in the process). His next move was to flip the basket over and, despite my telling him that Northern Mommy wouldn't be happy to see him climbing (it's tough to sound too stern when you're reaching for a camera to capture what is sure to be a great photo!), popped right up and crowned himself the King of Laundry Basket Land. His first official acts as the new King were to proclaim me the Royal Snack Boy and then order up a sippy full of milk and a handful of the Royal Household Treats Known As Goldfish. 
Up here in NorthernBaby land, there are no poisonous snakes. (There are a few small areas where timber rattlesnakes live, but they are a few counties south of here.)(Oh, and trust me - I ain't picking up anything that looks or sounds like a timber rattlesnake!)
Up here in NorthernBaby land, there are no poisonous snakes. (There are a few small areas where timber rattlesnakes live, but they are a few counties south of here.)(Oh, and trust me - I ain't picking up anything that looks or sounds like a timber rattlesnake!)This little guy (or girl - how does one tell?) was cruising across the lawn when we intercepted and detained him for a while. There's a much larger momma snake in the garden (maybe three feet long? Definitely two and a half...) and three or five of these little ones crossing the yard fairly often.
Hi ya NB/T!
And before any of our sharp-eyed readers notice that Levi's in his stroller in our back yard, it's because we had just returned from a short walk down the street - he normally has to walk his own heavy butt around the yard. (And it turns out that the stroller is the preferred method of running down wildlife as it is quick and quiet. --I think NB/T is going to start jacklighting deer from that thing soon!)
Have you studied the above photo? Take a look - see if you can come up with the story....
Hi ya NB/T!
And before any of our sharp-eyed readers notice that Levi's in his stroller in our back yard, it's because we had just returned from a short walk down the street - he normally has to walk his own heavy butt around the yard. (And it turns out that the stroller is the preferred method of running down wildlife as it is quick and quiet. --I think NB/T is going to start jacklighting deer from that thing soon!)
Have you studied the above photo? Take a look - see if you can come up with the story....We (led by Northern Mommy) decided to make an annual set of handprints of NB/T. Plaster of Paris was chosen to be the medium, and Northern Daddy(aka Dumbass) picked a nice cake pan to use as a form. We attempted to line the pan with wax paper to make it easy to remove the plaster, but the paper caused too many problems. The directions on the plaster stated that the form would release as long as the pan was wet when we poured the liquid plaster. Confident in that knowledge, we poured our plaster and had NB/T set his tiny toddler hands into our own little version of a time capsule - and then sat down to wait for the mold to cure.
And cure it did. The mold would not pop out of the pan. The mold would not respond to gentle tapping on the pan. In fact, the mold would not budge even when a large hammer was applied to the bottom of the pan. I hit the pan hard enough to dent/bend the metal - the bottom of the pan was quite smashed. The only thing that happened was the formation of a tiny crack in the top of the mold.
Clearly, this would take some work to remove the mold from the pan. Let me set up a picture for you: Northern Daddy out in the garage with a 4" angle grinder. This grinder is a serious metal-moving machine; it has cut through truck frames in mere minutes, it severs hardened padlocks with a touch - it really cuts! Northern Daddy is so confident that the pan will be removed in seconds that he doesn't bother with clamps or safety gear, he just starts grinding. It took FIVE minutes to remove the pan from the plaster. Who would've thought that a cake pan would be so tough?! All the way around the bottom of the pan - that didn't do it. Had to cut through the side of the pan.....and as soon as the metal of the pan came apart, the plaster inside exploded into multiple pieces...!
There are a few things that Northern Daddy is taking away from this episode: Number One is to try making this mold again, but using a disposable foil pie plate. Number Two is that he is in need of a new quality cake pan.....(Grandma better be careful to hide the bakeware when we visit next!)
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