Vanilla Cherry Madeleines and The Super Duper Sumo.


Picture the scene. It is 5.45 in the morning and your  three year old son wants to get up and have snuggle pie with his mummy, when you would really rather go and sell your ever so slightly immoral soul to the devil incarnate than have  a  spiky elbowed munchkin  sharing your bed for the duration.

So you get up. You are wearing a rather fetching pair of frilly coffee coloured  polka dot knickers and nothing else, rubbing your eyes and trying to think grateful thoughts as you stumble  towards the bathroom, when said munchkin informs you that "from behind you look just like a super duper sumo", and gives your leg a bear hug, because in his eyes, a finer compliment he could not bestow on the hormones holding a merry dance in your veins.

You debate having an indulgent little sob and instead choose to tickle the life out of your son on the bathroom floor, then brush your teeth and go down to face the day. Because for once it is sunny and thinking positive thoughts leads to a positive Alison, and we all like her infinitely better than  her miserable doppellganger.  You dance around the kitchen, wiping this and  brushing that and it is 6.15 in the morning and the rest of the world is asleep  and  quite frankly you haven’t seen what the world looks  like at this time in the morning for ever such a long time, so you bake vanilla cherry madeleines and eat one divine little specimen with milky coffee for breakfast, and yes it is quite frankly the actions of a japanese wrestler but who cares when life is swimming along oh so very scrumptiously?

I’m happy. Goodness me, the only super duper sumo you know and love is happy. Go bake some cake.

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  1. That's what was missing at 6 a.m. this morning! Madelines, not the three year old. I have my hands full with the 33 year old I clean up after. Now, to try to get rid of this mental picture I have of a sumo wrestler in frilly coffee coloured polka dot knickers…..
    Ali x

  2. "Super duper sumos, they've got guts! Super duper sumos, they've got butts!"
    Ahh yes, I know the feeling well. My three year says to me "mummy, I love your big round tummy"…"thank you my darling I grow it just for you!" is my general reply. A certain "avoir du poid" stops the wrinkles appearing don't ya know!

  3. Oh they say the darndest things! Lucy asked me why I have " tracks on your forehead mummy?" worry lines more like! LOL!

  4. It won't get better. My 16-year-old tells his friends to "hug the gnome" when they come over. Sadly, he means me. But I do get hugged a lot!

  5. Finley always makes me laugh with his little pronouncements. I love it that you took his "compliment" in stride and celebrated the day. The madeleines sound so yummy.

  6. oooh yeah been there done that, those madelines are expanding my hips though with just the sight of them lol

  7. Alison, I really, really enjoy everything you write.
    I was visualising you going into the bathroom with your brown polka dot panties and your son hugging one of your legs…………. priceless!!!!
    Your son is an angel and what more can you want? You should be proud that you are obviously doing something right when the result is this intelligent being
    who gives us so much joy every time he opens his lttle mouth.

  8. I remember once that I thought I was just getting back into shape after yet another baby and was dressing up to go out to dinner with my husband. My 3 year old daughter was so excited to see me all dressed up that she came running to me with open arms saying, "Mom you look enormous!" It was too funny.

  9. You TRULY made these that early in the morn? Wow! These little delights just might get me up that early…I love the way you tell your stories!

  10. I'm sure the darling compliment was given with the kindest intentions! Those cookies have me twixt on baking some of my own… pass that recipe on would you!

  11. Er… Alison… you did put some other clothes on over the polka-dot knicks, didn't you?!
    I've got visions now of a beaming happy Alison spending the whole day in just her knickers…!
    We love you, and that counts for a bit. Finlay loves you and that counts for a heck of a lot!

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