the baby and the breasts

The other day, Dillo finished his wake-up time nursing in our bed, and mr. flea reached over and put a hand on my breast. Dillo got really mad and started hitting him. (We have been having a lot of hitting - whapping, really, as it's diffuse and not painful - when Dillo doesn't get what he wants.)

Just now I was getting dressed and Dillo was sitting on the bed observing. When I took my top off, he said, "HA!" and clasped his hands together under his chin in an anticipatory fashion.

I can't remember if Casper went though this same phase of absolutely adoring my breasts and considering them hers, but I do seem to find it even more amusing since Dillo is a boy.

Wellspring Molasses Ginger Crinkles

Contrary to my mother's assumption, these don't have lard.

Molasses Ginger Crinkles
Mix together: Sift and add:

2 2/3 cup canola oil 10 cups flour
4 eggs 4 tsp. cinnamon
4 cups sugar 3 tbsp. baking soda
1 cup molasses 3 tbsp. ginger
¼ cup black strap molasses


Scoop cookies and roll in sugar. Bake for 10 minutes at 325˚. Make about 12 dozen medium cookies.

Haven't made them yet, but I'm thinking about doing it right now, if I have enough ingredients...

library scrotum

The interesting thing is, when you Google the above combination, how many of the results *aren't* about the kerfuffle over The Higher Power of Lucky, the 2007 Newberry Award winner that includes the word on the first page.

[They're medical library resources on undescended testicles, the irrelevant-to-me ones.]