Red Tulip Eggs, Gozleme win, Cupcakes and a ban on Kids' Parties

I am imposing a self ban on attending ALL kids' parties.
ALL! Repeat ALL. If you catch me saying oh right I have that kid's party this weekend. Remind me about this self imposed ban. I repeat -> nobody wants Tiger Mum at their party. Full stop.
I shall not discuss this any further other than, I have hit a very low point in my life today. What I would do to protect my little tiger cub is crazy and let's never talk about this again.

So to negate today's party... I had to go shopping. All I got were socks and a chain from Lovisa. D helped me pick the necklace. Well... i sort of held stuff up and he told me which one he preferred and I sort of steered him towards the discounted items. I also had to get him a cupcake because we dragged him out of the party before the cake was cut and served. He told Mick that he had wanted cake earlier. So I am glad that I did this. It was also a good method to get him to go back to the car. He wanted to take the cake back to Picks (L) and Mick. He asked if Picks was going to have some cake, I said yes he will share with Daddy. He asked Mummy, you don't like cake? I said Mummy does, but I won't have any so that you can have more. You can hand me my cross now and call me Martyr.

I feel like I am going backwards in time for this post, bear with me. But this morning the farmers markets was at Bulleen and we are trying to get back into the farmers markets cycles. We always look for the gozleme store. There are a few doing the circuits and I gotta tell you there is one guy that has a frozen version and sells it for $6. Buy it if you are desperate. There is a group of women that includes old ladies rolling the bread out in the back. Seriously if you find this one, buy two. There is also a guy who has grated pumpkin, feta and spinach that sells at Warrandyte market. This is worth buying too. I always associate farmers markets with mud, wet, cold and today did not disappoint.

That is D eating his gozleme reluctantly. He told me that he did not like the cheese but he likes cheese?! I am distraught he is not liking feta. How can he?

That is Mick blowing on some gozleme.. Pickle's eyes lit up after he saw this. He thought it was Christmas and New Year at the same time. So after this picture was taken, I heard. Umm.. Honey.. I look down and L had fallen on his face flat on the ground. I didn't realise as he did not make a sound... Perhaps it was because his face was in mud... He had mud on his knees, face and jacket. Not sure why we bothered dressing them up for the party later and take them to a muddy market first?! I picked him up and he had held onto his bread... and continued eating. Go Pickles.

Just to prove how much chocolate we eat in this house. I rummaged around the pantry on Friday night and found this! 2 packets of unopened Red Tulip eggs. Mick should go to poker more often if this is what I find in the house.