Over the weekend my neighbour mentioned she'd been struggling with a UTI. I said with just a little too much pride that I was the queen of UTI's but hadn't had one for a year. Today as I sat watching the little travelers take part in swimming lessons a familiar feeling took hold. Six sachets of ural, two litres of water and a scheduled doctors appointment for tomorrow, and it's safe to say I'm back wearing my UTI crown.
I'm really hoping I don't meet anyone in the near future with hemorrhoids.
G has been a superstar this evening while I've sat in bed nursing a big glass of cranberry juice. The second little traveler, who is a BIG fan of chocolate cake arrived breathless at my beside asking for my phone to take a picture because "Dads made a cake that he thinks is definitely blog worthy!" The first little traveler took this shot (it's important that I tell you this).
Without a word of exaggeration. This was the best piece of chocolate cake I have EVER had in my life.
I love the way that it's explained as "the little black dress of chocolate cakes" in the clip below.
Do you have a little black dress recipe? Or a cure for UTI's?