Okay. So after I write a post like the last one, I always feel a bit guilty.
I know there are lots of people out there who suffer FAR more than I do.
There are people who have no hope or treatment for their child.
And even worse than that.
There is hope for Andrew.
He did not have an infection like I feared.
His mouth sores are healing quickly.
I am grateful.
Thanks for listening to my freak out.
I also feel guilty (not really, but yeah, in a silly way)
that I promised pie and did not deliver.
Virtual or not, pie was promised.
The boys and I remedied that situation last night. :)
I know I promised a Martha Stewart pumpkin pie,
but if you saw my house,
you would understand
when I told you
I can't find that recipe anymore.
So we settled for Better Homes and Gardens.
I know, doesn't quite have the same feeling attached to it.
When making ONE pie with three boys, it is ALL about fairness.
Here they are, nicely taking turns putting spoonfuls of pumpkin in the bowl:
Here below, boy #2 is feeling threatened by boy #1's impending "hogging" of
Yes, just as he feared, boy#1 is taking far TOO much pumpkin
and taking FAR too much time doing so.
But wait. Peace is restored. I even see a bit of a smile.
If only for a moment...
before the knock-down, drag-out fight over
You've heard the phrase, "Too many cooks..."
Well, I think we lost some pumpkin on the counter along the way
Because this pie took A LONG TIME to cook.
Too much milk to pumpkin ratio?
and then we made the whipped cream.
Boy #1 enjoyed the food mixer a little too much.
I need to find a new place to store it.
Once again, accusations of unfairness and neglect:
Followed by a beater of peace.
after an hour of baking
(instead of the prescribed 25 minutes...)
The pie was done.
(there are no pictures because we were so excited we forgot to take one)
Buzz Lightyear approved.
I finally remembered my camera
and this is what was left:
We saved you a piece:
But now that you know what it has been through,
and who it has been with
you might be relieved