One of our favourate recipes to bake at home is Jammie Dodgers.  They're cheap to make, easy, fun and best of all they're yummy.

I promised The Preschooler we could bake this week, the only ingredient we'd run out of was Jam.  Not a problem whilst doing our #MorrisonsMum shop, we picked some up and as a bonus it fell under their new #imcheaper price.  It means you can afford to get a better quality product for less without having to drop down in quality a little to the basic range.

I'll now pass you over to The Preschooler's more than capable expert hands to show you how to make this culinary delight....

1.
 (First you have to add all the ingrediants; flour (& bicarbnate of soda), sugar, butter, egg and golden syrup)

2.

(The we Mix mix mix)

3.

(Now we roll it out.)

4.

(Then we cut the shapes out, don't forget the holes!)

5.

(Get a grown up to put them in the oven)

6.

(Finally put the jam or chocolate spread on!)

The recipe we use is the Jammie Dodgers recipe from the Morrisons website.

To make these you will need:

* Plain Flour
* Caster Sugar
* Bicarbonate Soda
* Golden Syrup
* Egg (#ImCheaper !)
* Jam* (#ImCheaper !)
* Icing sugar (#ImCheaper !)

* You can also substitute the jam for lemon curd or chocolate spread.

Here's some I made earlier:

** Disclaimer: This post is part of the Morrisons & Britmums #MorrisonsMum campaign.  To take part we were provided with gift vouchers to spend in Morrisons.

Easy banana bread.

The rain returned and washed away the childrens smiles turning their mood greyer then the heavy pregnant clouds. This summer holiday malarky sucks.

I rather stupidly had a silly notion of sympathy and felt Sorry for them. More fool me.

I should know by now by the large 'vacancy' sign hung where my sanity used to reside that I should ignore any and all thoughts of a remedy for Thing One and Thing Twos boredom when they are together. What can I say? Childbirth ate my brain.

So despite vowing to never, ever, under any circumstances including the end of the world to bake with both Thing One and Thing Two, together. Don't get me wrong they're utter darlings, regular little sunbeams....who just happen to be a tag team of deadly sanity assassins with namely yours truly being their target.

I'm usually a solitary baker. I like it that way. I like element of control and the transient moment of stolen alone time.

So, I agreed to bake some easy peasy banana bread with Thing One and Thing Two. I must admit, it was the lesser of two evils, the greater being attacked constantly by the pox ridden ninja boob junkie that is The Toddler.

Generally in past ventures into baking, in some futile attempt to limit damage to everyone I strategically pre-weigh out ingrediants blue peter style. Today in an uncharacteristic moment of being text book motherly I let then write out the recipe, weigh out the ingredients, mix the ingredients and I refrained from gagging then and duct taping them to the walls. Just

I did however manage, rather impressively, to nearly flood the kitchen. Arse.

I would bore you with baking photographs but the Blogger app keeps eating my posts.

Is it vodka o clock yet?

Fathers Day

Me: 'You know, you've got the bestest Daddy in the world'
The Toddler: 'I've NOT'.

Oh dear.

Thing One and Thing Two made The Husband a 10" (yes, really) chocolate chip cookie for Fathers Day and decorated it.  It's not actually burnt around the edges that's just the baking tray.

Finally managed to get some actual real live air today as the rain appears to be on a temporary Mexican standoff.  Also managed to test drive the new buggy.  I may do a review on it at some point, just because.

Have finally found a style of dress that doesn't make me look frumpy or pregnant, the downside is that it's brown.  I don't do brown.  It's just not a very 'me' colour.  Thing Two did take a picture of me in it today but my expression is somewhat questionable so I shall spare you from it.  Thankyou's in the form of alcohol are welcome.

The Toddler didn't nap yesterday and as a result he was utterly vile all afternoon and then tried to doze off whilst watching Rugrats so I decided an early bath was in order.  I say early it was 7pm, which is early here.  Typically the little bugger perked right up and run me a ragged mile round the twist in the bedroom. It's evenings like this when I ponder the notion of night weaning however, it's blatantly obvious he is no where near that stage yet and would be terribly distraught so for now it shall remain a ponder.  He eventually fell asleep and for once I had the opportunity of an early night.  Was it The Toddler that kept me awake? No.  My insomnia? No.  What did keep me awake was a jippy stomach and some twunt of a neighbour with a stereo.  Joy.  Bloody typical.

I may have to make a concerted effort to actually go to Asda soon as I've seen photographic evidence of a charming handbag with owls on it, yes owls! It's ludicrously cute even if the base colour is brown, I think I may perhaps be able to forgive it.