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Tutu T-shirt Dress

5 Jun

I think little girls have a keen sense of smell. For instance, I’m certain my daughters can sniff out a tutu from 50 feet away.

Evidence. At an art fair this weekend my daughters found a stall I can best describe as the nerve center of frou frou. My girly girls melted at the site of princess hats, tutus with floating flower petals, sparkly fairy wands, and poofy headbands. It was an explosion of tulle, ribbons, and glitter.

My girls were hooked and they begged for frilly tutu dresses. Sure, they were darling, but I cannot justify $80 for frou frou. Oh, and not just $80–they each needed a dress so my total would be $160. Sorry cuties, no dice.

The good news is that my mom taught me how to sew. Thanks, mama! I promised to sew the girls their very own fancy dancy tutu dresses.

Voila!

For $2 and 1.5 hours I made my daughter a comfortable, glittery tutu dress worthy of impressing the preschool crowd.

I found blue glitter tulle remnants at a fabric store for $2. It matched a tank top my daughter had in her closet–perfect! Then I dug through my closet and found an old tank top that I didn’t mind cutting up. I sacrificed it for the cause.

I didn’t use a pattern, but I did loosely follow this tutu t-shirt tutorial on Joy’s Hope blog. I gathered and sewed my cut tank top to the outside of her tank top. Tulle can sometimes be scratchy and I thought it would be nice to have a soft skirt under the tutu. I gathered and sewed the tulle over the new tank dress.

Sparkly blue glitter fairy tutu t-shirt dress

Sparkly blue glitter fairy tutu t-shirt dress

I have a happy preschooler and sometime this week I’ll find some time to make a fancy dancy dress for my toddler.

I do regret one thing. I should not have bought the glitter tulle. The magical tutu dress glitter-bombed our house, couch, car, kitchen floor, cats. Stay away from glitter. That is all.

Our Summer Bucket List

2 Jun

It’s finally June and I want to make the most out of summer 2012. Too often I turn the calendar to September and feel like the summer passed by without experiencing every single warm weather joy. Here’s our summer bucket list with 50 things to do before fall.

1. Teach the girls how to swim. Saturday swimming lessons are a start. I hope to get them swimming in the lake soon.

2. A full week off of work and vacation at the lake. We’re headed to Lake Andrusia in Bemidji this June.

3. Enjoy fire pits in the backyard and eat s’mores until we’re sticky and happy.

4. Spend a weekend in Duluth and see the sights. We’ll go in August for a family wedding.

5. Keep the girls up past their bedtime on Friday nights to listen to outdoor concerts at Staring Lake near our house.

6. Hire a babysitter for a few Sunday afternoons while the girls nap so we can take advantage of sushi happy hour at Kona Grill.

7. Go to outdoor art fairs.

8. Take a family pontoon ride.

9. Teach our daughters how to fish. I think we’ll give our toddler a net (I can just imagine a hook in an eye if she has a temper tantrum), but our four-year-old is at a perfect age to catch sunfish off the dock.

10. Catch fireflies at night.

11. Go to weekend farmer’s markets and stuff ourselves with fresh, local fruits and vegetables.

12. Watch outdoor fireworks at Round Lake park.

13. Run at least two 5K races. I’m thinking the Firecracker Run in Excelsior on the 4th of July and the Tiger Tracks 5K at the zoo in August will be fun.

14. Potty train our toddler.

15. Go to Lake Harriett Bandshell for summer concerts and bring a picnic.

16. Paint the trim on the house and fix the porch.

17. Throw a party for our friends and neighbors. I miss entertaining and I’m ready to have a shindig.

18. Learn how to can fruits and vegetables.

19. Go to a jazz fest.

20. Start blogging again. After a six-month hiatus I am ready to post new recipes and family adventures.

21. Stay in a hotel in downtown Minneapolis one night without the girls.

22. Go a matinée Twins game.

23. Attend at least two Minnesota Food Blogger events.

24. Spend two weekends at our church’s Spirit in the Pines camp in northern Minnesota.

25. Run through the sprinkler–often.

26. Pick a nice sunny day to wash and detail our cars. We’ll put the girls in swim suits and put them to work with buckets of water and rags.

27. Teach our 4-year-old how to hop and kick a moving ball.

28. Give our daughters flashlights and look for frogs at night at the lake.

29. Expand our summer menu and find 10 new easy recipes.

30. Read. I’m on an Alice Hoffman kick and I aim to read all of her books by summer’s end. Three down, 20 to go.

31. Color our driveway with chalk drawings.

32. Take the girls on a nature walk.

33. Get rid of our junk to the city’s clean up day.

34. Go the Aquatennial.

35. Take the girls to a St. Paul Saints game.

36. Eat popsicles on the deck.

37. Keep the girls busy so my husband can go golfing with his buddies.

38. Experience a full day at the Minnesota State Fair.

39. Patch the driveway before winter rips it up again.

40. Book club with my best girlfriends.

41. Plow through our family videos–delete the bad ones and edit the good clips.

42. Show my daughters how to shuck corn.

43. Go to the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum.

44. Make a fruit pie from scratch.

45. Invent a new summer drink. Preferably a fruity blender drink.

46. Hang up the hammock and take a nap.

47. Play bocce ball.

48. Get a babysitter and hang out with friends on Brit’s rooftop playing lawn bowling.

49. Ride a ferris wheel.

50. Go on a long bike ride.

That should keep us busy. What are your summer plans?

Happy New Year! My 1 Year Blogiversary

1 Jan

Happy New Year!

My blog is one year old and I could not have made it to this milestone without my readers. Thank you for reading, commenting, liking, subscribing, and sharing. I’m honored! Click the link below to see stats on popular posts and whatnot. A spoiler alert, my Minnie mouse birthday party posts were some of the most popular articles. Who knew? One thing is for sure, I learned a great deal from blogging and I am excited to talk with you all next year.

I hope you are all enjoying a joyful end to 2011. The kids are in bed and we are about to dine on orange black pepper-glazed filets mignons and a fresh green salad. We plan to top the night off with watching a DVD of the U2 360 concert—such is life with kids. I wish you happiness, good food, wackiness, health, and peace in 2012. Cheers!

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 15,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

It’s a Crafty Christmas: Snowman Popcorn Wrapper

22 Dec
Snowman Popcorn Wrapper

I needed to find a total of 14 thoughtful, but not too expensive gifts to give my daughters’ daycare teachers and babysitters. Thanks to Laurie Furnell’s blog, I decided to try her idea of a cute snowman gift. My crafting skills are limited, but I was able to pull this one off pretty well.

Snowman Popcorn Wrapper in 4 Easy Steps

1. Wrap a bag of microwave popcorn in white paper.

2. Add a snowman face. I made this one using PrintShop.

Snowman Printable Image

3. Add a pair of gloves for a hat. Fit one glove inside the other and place on top of the wrapped popcorn.

4. Tie a ribbon around the gloves to make it look like a cute ski cap.

Supplies: Gloves, Popcorn, Paper, Snowman Image

That’s it!
 
For a few special gifts I taped a $10 coffee gift card in the back. Frugal me bought ribbon on sale and shopped around for fuzzy gloves on sale and I used coupons to bring the price down to about $1.50 a pair—down from $6 per pair. My daughter had fun helping me make them and she loved giving them as gifts to her favorite teachers. Happy crafting!

Snowman Popcorn Wrapper

Swedish Wishing Cookies

18 Dec
Swedish wishing cookies with icing

Swedish Wishing Cookies

My friend, Gladys, gave me a recipe for Swedish wishing cookies several years ago. Gladys knows a thing or two about cookies. Gladys and her husband owned two bakeries in the area in the 1930s through 1960 something. She will be 104 in January and she’s still living in the South Minneapolis home where she raised her family.

Why did it take me 5 years to try her recipe? I don’t really know. Oh, except that the past few years I’ve been knee-deep in child wrangling and have not had endless hours to devote to making cookies from scratch.

I finally tried her recipe, and I’m glad I did. It’s like a cross between a sugar cookie and gingerbread. It took me all day to make these cookies–the recipe makes 100 cookies–and it was so worth it.

The story behind Swedish wishing cookies is very sweet. Once baked and cooled, place your finger in the center of the cookie to break it. If it breaks into three pieces, make a wish, eat all three pieces without saying a word, and your wish will come true.

Swedish Wishing Cookies

Ingredients

3 1/4 cups flour

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp cinnamon

3/4 tsp ground ginger

1/4 tsp ground nutmeg

1 cup butter

1 1/2 cups sugar

1 egg

2 T molasses

3 T water

1/2 tsp grated lemon peel

For icing

2 cups powdered sugar

1 tsp vanilla

3 T skim milk

Directions

  • In a medium bowl, stir dry ingredients–flour, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger, and nutmeg
  • Using a stand mixer or handheld mixer, beat butter until soft. Keep mixer running and add sugar and mix on low-speed until fluffy. Add egg, molasses, and lemon peel. Once mixed add water one tablespoon at a time until dough forms a ball. Wrap dough in plastic and chill for 2 hours.
  • Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Roll out dough and cut with cookie cutters. Star cookie cutters work especially well for this recipe. Place cookies on cookie sheets lined with parchment paper. Bake for 6-8 minutes. Cool.
  • Mix icing ingredients in a medium bowl. Stir powdered sugar, vanilla, and milk until it is desired consistency. Pipe lacy designs on the cooled cookies. I used a round #3 tip and a pastry bag to pipe the designs.

I love these cookies. They are spicy, fragrant, and crisp. My daughters loved trying to break the cookies into three pieces and keep quiet to earn their wish. Make your holiday special, think of Gladys, and make Swedish wishing cookies.

Spinach Basil Walnut Pesto

5 Nov

It’s November and I’m finally posting a spinach pesto recipe I made in August. I traipsed through local farmers markets nearly every weekend this summer and stocked up on big bunches of leafy spinach and basil. I made so many batches of pesto, my Cuisinart smoked! We loved this pesto fresh, but I’m loving it even more now that it’s cold outside and I have plenty of pesto in the freezer to thaw for  my fall and winter pizza and pasta dishes. The beauty of this recipe is that it’s perfect for freezing. By omitting the Parmesan cheese, it doesn’t get grainy when frozen. And once thawed you can easily add cheese to give it a little pizzazz. For pizza, I spread the pesto on thick, add big flakes of Grana Padano cheese, and thin slices of Roma tomatoes.

Spinach Basil Walnut Pesto Ingredients

Spinach Basil Walnut Pesto

Ingredients

- 1 big bunch fresh spinach leaves with stems removed (probably 3-4 cups)

- 1 big bunch fresh basil leaves with stems removed (probably 2-3 cups)

- 1 cup (or so) extra virgin olive oil (I added a cup in the beginning and then drizzled additional oil in while processing)

- 1 cup chopped, toasted walnuts

- 1 tablespoon minced garlic

- 1/2 cup lemon juice (and drizzle more in while processing, if necessary)

- 1 teaspoon kosher salt

Directions

- Wash, pat dry, and remove stems from spinach and basil.

- To toast the walnuts, place on a baking sheet and bake for 10 minutes at 400 degrees.

- Add bunches of the leaves to the food processor along with the remaining ingredients.

- Pulse and blend until smooth. I ran the processor and added small amounts of olive oil and lemon juice until I liked the consistency. When you’re finished, the consistency should be thick (not runny).

That’s it. I froze a bunch in small containers and used some right away on a BLT – YUM!

Enjoy!

Spinach Basil Walnut Pesto

Slow Cooker Wild Rice Chicken Soup

2 Nov

Wild rice soup is one of my favorite fall meals. It’s the quintessential Minnesota soup—wild rice is very abundant in Minnesota—and I would even go so far as to name it the Minnesota State Soup.

Don’t you love it?

It’s so creamy, hearty, and fragrant. I make a decent wild rice soup from scratch when I have the time, but I haven’t had a lot of free time lately. I’m back to working full-time out of the home and I live by my slow cooker for easy meals. I finally devised a pretty good wild rice chicken soup for the slow cooker. It was easy and very flavorful. We devoured it. I hope you like it too!

Slow Cooker Wild Rice Chicken Soup

Slow Cooker Wild Rice Chicken Soup

Ingredients

- 1/2 cup dry wild rice

- 1 cup chopped onion

- 1 cup sliced or chopped carrots

- 1/2 tsp black pepper

- 4 cups chicken broth

- 1 cup whole milk

- 1 12.5 oz can of chopped chicken (Kirkland brand from Costco is pretty good)

- 1/4 cup flour

- 1 cup frozen peas

Directions:

- In a large slow cooker, add the wild rice, onion, carrots, pepper, and chicken broth. Stir and cook on LOW for 9 hours.

- After 9 hours, stir in the milk, chicken, flour, and frozen peas. Turn the heat to HIGH and cook for another 10-20 minutes. It’s ready to serve and enjoy!

A couple notes:

- I used baby carrots and canned chopped chicken to save time, but you could easily use fresh carrots and leftover roasted chicken.

- I’m not sure the peas were necessary. I think I will omit them next time.

- Next time I plan to garnish with slivered almonds, or maybe popcorn, just to live on the edge.

If you make it, let me know how it turns out  for you and if you add any of your twists to improve it.

I Found my Dream Job by Blogging

28 Sep

If I tell you how I found my dream job, will it help you get yours? Maybe not.

Job hunting isn’t like following a recipe. What worked for me may not work for you. That said, I want to share my job search story because it’s a little unusual and it has a happy ending. Just for giggles, let’s pretend it was a recipe. If my job hunt was like baking a cake it would go a little something like this:

Ingredients:

- Free time punctuated by bursts of consulting and childcare

- Twitter handle

- WordPress site

- Copious blog entries on casseroles, soups, and cakes

- Massive network expansion and new friends

Directions:

1. Quit great project management job with a lovely organization in order to spend more time with young children.

2. Spend time contemplating the gnawing feeling that past wonderful jobs and winding career track (biologist to budget analyst to public affairs to project manager) were somehow not fulfilling work.

3. Hang a shingle out as a consultant and start to define what fulfilling work would look like.

4. Cast a wide net for new assignments in, well, anything – project management, writing, scientific communications, copywriting, food safety, communications, public relations, etc. etc.

5. Learn Twitter, wrestle with WordPress, network through LinkedIn, dip a toe into SEO, and dabble in Facebook.

6. Take self-indulgent detours in posting recipes and family pictures.

7. Begin to identify as a food blogger, meet fellow food bloggers, and become totally inspired by all things food.

8. Mystify husband by diving into social media, gluing butt to couch, and calling it “job hunting.”

9. Have an epiphany that fulfilling work and dream job is to write for a firm on the full continuum of food from farm to fork.

10. Shout the new, detailed dream job to close friends, former colleagues, strangers, and the @world.

11. Start fielding offers on several possible positions that look very much like the dream job.

11. Two weeks later, walk into a party, get introduced as a freelance food writer, and get asked, “Hey, are you interested in a full-time job writing about food for a Fortune 500 firm 3 miles from your house?”

12. Accept dream job position and count blessing for the time to dream and friends willing to open doors and network.

 

As you can see, my job search was not linear. It involved six months of quasi-tortuous self-reflection and relentless networking.

If I can share any advice on what worked for me, it’s this: I allowed myself time to focus on what I really wanted to do with my life, I built up my confidence through blogging that I could write about food for a living, I found my niche and what made me happy, and then I doggedly worked to make my dream job a reality.

I will also add the notion that while it looks like “I” found my dream job, I believe that by listening, questioning, dwelling, dabbling, sharing, creating, and helping others that the larger community found me my dream job.

Farm to Fork: Oink Outing

13 Sep

This is the second in a series of posts about food from farm to fork, dirt to dinner, field to table, or however you think food gets into your kitchen. 

Where does bacon come from? Let’s ask Lisa and Homer Simpson.

Lisa: I’m going to become a vegetarian

Homer: Does that mean you’re not going to eat any pork?

Lisa: Yes.

Homer: Bacon?

Lisa: Yes, Dad.

Homer: Ham?

Lisa: Dad, all those meats come from the same animal.

Homer: Right, Lisa, some wonderful, magical animal!

Minnesota Pork is betting that many of us may not quite understand just how pigs on a farm become bacon on our breakfast plate. They organize Oink Outings and bring city folks to pig farms with a mission to demonstrate how farmers care for and raise pigs. Why would they do this? Well, farmers want to tell their part of the story.

“Oink Outings connect you with the Minnesota farmers who help ensure chefs and families can put healthy, nutritious pork on the dinner plate. We give you a behind-the-scenes look at Minnesota pig farms and pass along mouth-watering recipes from renowned local chefs.”

Our tour group and Wakefield Pork staff

Driving in the Minnesota countryside, neat and leafy fields of corn, soybeans, wheat, and sugar beets are commonplace. How high is the corn? A short drive can tell you. It’s also easy to see cows and even bison grazing. But, where are the pigs?

I think that’s one of the reasons Minnesota Pork is taking the trouble to bring groups to pig farms – visibility. How can we get a better understanding of how pigs are raised when we can’t even see them. Pigs are usually raised in contained, temperature-controlled facilities to protect the pigs from diseases like the PRRS virus and keep the animals comfortable during hot summers and bitterly cold winters.

Here is a post, Questions Galore, from the Oink Outing I attended in July. I don’t want to seem big-headed, but I’m pretty sure my nearly endless stream of questions are the inspiration for the post title. I asked questions about absolutely everything.  I know a decent amount about our food supply, but my actual experience on a farm is extremely scant. It’s unlikely that I’ll get another chance to set foot on a pig farm, so I wanted to make the most of my time on the farm.

My group visited Wakefield Pork in southern Minnesota. I sincerely appreciate the Langhorsts for touring us around their pig operation and answering all my questions..  At 2,500 sows, their operation is one of the 25 largest pig farms in the nation. And yet, my overall impression is the pigs get individual care.

Previously, my only experience with pig farming was last summer when I visited a large farm near Redwood Falls, MN. This farmer raised pigs for Chipotle. He no longer raises pigs for them because he disagreed with the required practices. From what I read, the requirements intend to provide more humane care for the animals, including large open pens for more contact between animals and restricting antibiotic use. Unfortunately, he found that sows sometimes crushed their babies by rolling over on them and bigger animals picked on smaller ones by biting tails. The tails would often get infected and he was unable to treat the infections with antibiotics. In his opinion, the standards are misguided in some areas and do not provide the best care for the animals. I stood at the fence to the pig pen and thought it was messy and hot. The pigs were not running around excitedly, they were laying down in the shade, possibly to try to keep cool. I add this last part, because it contrasts starkly to what I witnessed on my Oink Outing.

Mary and Lincoln Langhurst of Wakefield Pork invited me, three
other moms, and a chef to tour their pig farming operation in southern
Minnesota. Minnesota Pork supports the Oink Outings to give city folks a chance
to see a pig farm, ask questions, and hopefully grow more confident about how
the animals are raised. Moms are a target audience because they know moms are
often the primary decision makers in grocery shopping and meal planning. That
is certainly true in my house.

My friend, Hydee, and I happily cuddling newborn piglets

Briefly, here are my impressions of their pig operation:

  • The grounds surrounding the barns are extremely neat and the air smells fine thanks to filtering the air through wood chips and corn cobs.
  • They maintain strict visitor regulations to comply with biosecurity provisions. This protects the pigs against any random diseases we may bring in on our clothing or shoes.
  • The barns are clearly working areas, but the concrete floors are clean as are the animal areas.
  • All the workers we met were extremely jazzed to work there. They walked around with a smile on their faces and passionately answered questions about raising the pigs. It surprised me, but several employees said they are happier with the biosecurity requirements because the pigs are healthier and severe disease outbreaks that can often mean massive casualties are now nonexistent.
  • The sows and newborn piglets are in the same pen for weeks. Staff monitor the babies to make sure they are getting the nutrition they need and to make sure the sows don’t accidentally roll over on their piglets.

Newborn piglets and Sow

  • The baby pigs squealed. All. The. Time. They weren’t mistreated, they just squeal. They squeal if they can’t reach the milk. They squeal if a sibling steps on them. They just squeal.
  • Staff do snip their tails when they are a few days old to prevent tail biting and subsequent infection.
  • The barn temperature is fairly warm and the pigs seemed extremely comfortable.
  • The pigs eat and sleep in pens. They seem to like the comfort of their own space. The staff we talked to explained that pigs are very territorial and enjoy having an area to call their own.

Happy pig in a pen

I’ll conclude by saying that I am very happy that I took the time to visit a pig farm. I believe the animals are treated humanely and I am extremely impressed by Wakefield Pork’s animal and land stewardship. I am very confident in the quality of pork produced and I continue to buy conventionally raised pork for my family.

Cuddly piglet just two days old

Whew! That was a long post. Please comment! Share your stories, feelings, and thoughts on the subject. Just please keep responses kind, even if you disagree with my impressions.

Truth in Parenting: I’m Jealous of Caillou

12 Jul

I did not know about Caillou before we had our daughters. Our oldest daughter discovered Caillou when she was almost two. At first, I thought Caillou was whiny and irritating.  Then, I grew to love him because Caillou explains everything. Each episode walks little viewers through the minutia of life. Caillou and his parents explain the little idiosyncrasies of daily preschool wonderment far better than I can.

Caillou Toots His Horn

For those new to Caillou, he is a four-year old Canadian boy with a round, bald head (quite a puzzle, really!) who lives with his parents, little sister Rosie, and Gilbert the cat. Caillou embodies the concept of a well-adjusted child. He regularly sees his grandparents, gets plenty of attention from both parents, and happily attends preschool. As an aside, I was curious about his parents’ names and nearly died laughing when I read the google results. Doris and Boris. I am NOT kidding! How a Doris met and married a Boris is beyond me. But, I digress.

Both of our girls love watching Caillou and I am fine with it because one 30-minute show creates a sweet little oasis of calm in our house. Two little girls sitting slack-jawed on a sofa while Miss Martin explains a water slide is a bright moment in my otherwise frenetic day.

Caillou and Gilbert

And that brings me to why I’m jealous of Caillou.  To be more precise, I’m really jealous of Caillou’s mom.  Here are my top reasons for envying Caillou and his family.

Oh, Doris, you are so perfect!

#1: They live in Canada. I bet Doris enjoyed a nice, long maternity leave with each child. Did Doris have to lug her breast pump to work or tearfully find trustworthy care for her 6-week old babies? I bet not! Good for her, but I’m still jealous.

 

#2: Their house is clean. Yes, I know it’s a cartoon, but I can’t help myself longing for their uncluttered hallways and clean floors. In one episode, Doris vacuums and Caillou  plays outside so she can clean. In my family when I bring out the vacuum my oldest daughter runs in terror and my youngest tries to lay on top of it because she enjoys the sound and hum of the motor.

 

Taming the laundry monster

#3: Naps. Rosie naps. Caillou naps. And, sometimes Doris gets to nap. In one show, little Rosie and Caillou played quietly outside so Doris could snooze on the couch. I wish! Nap time is an iffy situation in our house.

 

#4: Doris and Boris are calm voices of reason and their kids listen! Each episode is a learning opportunity for Caillou and his parents calmly walk him through why he needs to share toys and the importance of forgiveness. They dole out appropriate lessons at the right times and little Caillou soaks up their wisdom like a little, bald sponge. He doesn’t repeat the same mistakes and he doesn’t sass.

 

The Perfect Family

#5: Caillou’s grandparents live nearby. If Doris needs a little break she just calls up Grandma or Grandpa and they happily watch the kids. And, do you ever see Caillou or Rosie crying, whining, biting, kicking, screaming or clinging to her leg when she drops them off? Nope. They bounce out of the car, wave goodbye and don’t begrudge their mom a little alone time. I bet she goes to a nearby café to sip an iced mocha and read a book. 

#6: Boris is always happy and joking. To be honest, my husband isn’t that far off from Caillou’s dad and has nearly an unlimited supply of patience. But, sometimes our girls test his limits and he gets cranky. Not Boris. That guy is charming, playful, helpful, calm and never yells.

 #7: Nothing is broken.  My kids are the reason why we can’t have nice things. Caillou and Rosie are little angels who don’t lean their whole body weight on screen doors, rub toothpaste into the carpet, or drop the cable remote in the toilet.  Our house is held together with tape and a wish.  Caillou did accidentally break his mom’s coffee cup, but he sweetly made a new mug and promised to treat her things carefully from then on.

#8: Doris has never lost her cool, ordered herself into a time-out, cracked open a beer at 4:55 p.m. and waited on the front step for Boris to come home and breathe some sanity into the house.

Now you know just how dysfunctional I am. Are you jealous of Caillou? If so, please make me happy and share your stories!

 

I’ll leave you with the theme song lyrics so you can have the rollicking anthem in your head like I do in mine.

 

I’m just a kid who’s four

Each day I grow some more

I like exploring

I’m Caillou.

 Amy On The Prairie is a Midwestern work-at-home mommy of two, former world traveler, and comfort foodie. She blogs about cooking for her family and other things that float her boat, like crusading to bring Top Chef to Minneapolis.

 

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