Go ahead, ask this boy.

Adorable and handsome scrumptious little luv bug of a most precious manchild, Tyden, "is shoving a popcorn kernel way up your nose a really fantastic idea?"

I'm guessing he would say, "well, no. No it is not." Late night ER visits for foreign-object-from- a-rather-small-nostril-extraction-after-your-parents-try-unsuccessfully-for-hours-on-end-to-remove-that-blasted-thing-while-asking-you-repeatedly-what-on-earth-you-were-thinking-boy are not the most fun way to spend a summer evening. And dad thought he was going to go to bed early to catch up on some zzzzzzz's. Ha! That's what he gets for making plans in a house like this one.

Making up for lost slumber, I baked this to raise my mood along with my blood sugar level this morning.
Recipe: Hold onto your hats, this is a good one.
"Mom's Compilation"
Left over oatmeal: (How much? Why, the exact amount that was leftover, of course!)
whole wheat flour: some
regular flour: more than the wheat flour
eggs: 2
vanilla: a scosh
cinnamon: a few teaspoons
brown sugar: some
white sugar: some
vanilla yogurt: a bit
milk: enough to make it sort of pourable
flaxseed: a sprinkling
baking soda and powder: a shake
blueberries: enough to line the bottom of the pan
brown sugar on top
I must admit, it was just what Dr. ordered. You know, last night. I believe he specifically told Tyden while carefully pulling snotty seeds from his nose that his mother must take a risk throwing random ingredients together to mix and bake in a feeble attempt at producing a delicious treat to get through the long AM that was approaching far too quickly. This was right after he asked the (obviously, full of great big brains) child, "why did you put popcorn up your nose son?" To which the boy replied: "Uh, I dunno." Right.

Hey, you know what? This one dressed herself. Nice work babydoll.
Now keep strange stuff out of that cute little nose sweetie pie, okey dokey? Alrighty then.