The kids actually enjoyed the soup too...although Ayris was making faces like it was disgusting the entire time she was eating it (she hates onions but didn't mention them being in there??)...anyway, I thought I'd share how our lunch conversation went too:
Ayris: Mom, what is this on my shirt?
Mom: I don't know, you tell me...what did you spill on it?
Ayris: Nothing.
Mom: Well, it kind of looks like chocolate to me (she was having some of her Easter candy this a.m.)
Ayris: NO, it's NOT chocolate. I'm pretty sure it's poop.
Mom: Ayris, it's not poop. How would you get poop on the front of your shirt?
Ayris: Well, one day, a long time ago, I wiped my butt with my shirt and might have gotten poop on it...
Mom: First off, why were you wiping your butt with your shirt?
Ayris: It was an accident.
Mom: How is physically taking your shirt off and wiping your butt with it an accident?
Ayris: I don't know.
Mom: Well what does wiping your butt with your shirt a long time ago have to do with what's on your shirt today?
Ayris: I DON'T KNOW! I just think it's poop.
Mom: Ayris, it's not poop. You would know if it was poop...smell it.
Ayris: Yeah, it's not poop. It smells like goldfish.
OY! I should have started the initial conversation with the words "Smell it!"
And speaking of butts...Asher has started saying this new thing that just cracks me up. Anytime he farts (because neither of my kids mind farting at any given time...Ayris routinely will do it in a store to no avail...but whatever...they're still young enough that it's cute right? Or is that just because they're mine? Should I teach them farting in public is bad already?)...he'll stop what he's doing, turn to the nearest person and say: "that was from my butt." Just in case we didn't know I guess...or maybe like his butt's gift to us...because that's kind of what it sounds like when he's says it..."That was from my butt"..."You're welcome"...I think the fact that he he says it with such seriousness is what makes it so funny. It makes me laugh every time though...too bad he doesn't fart more often!
By the way, our second cat DID come back that same night...so I'm not quite the horrible cat owner that I was prepared to label myself as. It's actually a toss up as to whether I would have ever labeled myself as that in the first place or rather labeled the cats as STUPID for ever leaving this awesome place they call home. It's a toss up at this point. None the less, we're glad they're home.
ALSO, I haven't mentioned Asher's potty training in some time. I'm 99.9% sure he's potty trained at this point. I can't remember the last time he had an accident...he doesn't even get the tiny spot of pee on his underwear anymore like he used to when he was figuring out when he had to go and rushing to get his underwear off. He's such an awesome boy! And he's only 2.5 years old...that's pretty good for a boy right? Just another reason that I think my kids are a smidge advanced =)
Baked Potato Soup
4 large baking potatoes
6 Bacon Slices (I still used 6 slices even though cutting the rest of this stuff in half...you can't have enough bacon!)
2/3 cup butter
2/3 cup all purpose flour
6 cups milk
3/4 teaspoon salt (yeah, I did like 2 Tb but we're a salt family)
1/2 teaspoon pepper
2 green onions finely chopped
5 ounces cheddar cheese shredded (I stuck with the 5 ounces even though it was halfed...we like cheese too!)
8 ounces sour cream
Bake potatoes covered in foil at 400F for an hour.
Make some crispy bacon and crumble it up.
In a saucepan, melt butter and add flour, stirring constantly until smooth. Gradually whisk in the milk over medium heat stirring constantly for about 5 minutes. Scoop out the potato insides and dump into the mixture along with the salt, pepper, onions (I added the onions when I started the base just because I didn't want them crunchy...not that green onions would be if you used those), cheddar cheese, sour cream and bacon. That's it!
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