Flexibility Leads to Mom of the Year

We have a little tradition in our home. Sunday afternoons we all delight in a special treat of ice cream. With 9 ice cream loving folks in the house, we can put a serious dent in the ice cream supply. Rising grocery prices have caused ice cream to become a Sunday only treat.  It works out really well because we enjoy it all the more!

This past Sunday I realized that there hadn’t been a fabulous sale to stock up on ice cream and that we didn’t have enough ice cream for everyone to have  bowl. Oh. No. I informed the Tribe of the lack of ice cream stash and there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth. The children quickly helped Daddy calm down and recover from the shock.  (Just kidding.)

I quickly thought of a back up plan. I’ll make chocolate chip cookies! Yum! Yippie! All was right in the Sunday afternoon dessert world. Until I got in to the kitchen. And this is when devastation hit me. We were out of chocolate chips. My two cooks did not inform me of the shortage. Of course, I already had the cookie dough mixed. I had two eager little ones ready to lick the spoon. I was at a crucial moment of decision.

Then I spotted the bag of butterscotch chips that NaNa had given the kiddos.  A little kitchen improv and we had butterscotch chip cookies. Now, I’ll be honest. I wasn’t excited. I’m a creature of habit. I like living in a rut. Thank you very much. But I knew my kiddos would go with the flow. They take after their father.

As I pulled a batch from the oven, I had a light bulb moment. While I didn’t have enough ice cream for everyone to have  a bowl, I thought I had enough to make some homemade ice cream sandwiches! I grabbed the ice cream, a spoon and the cookies. Slapped some ice cream between two cookies and tossed those babies in the freezer.

Dessert time arrived and I pulled out the pan of ice cream sandwiches. Did you hear the shouts of joy? No? That is because it was more of a mumble of joy as they shoved the sandwiches in their mouths. Giggle. A huge hit! They loved them. I can see us definitely doing this again. With chocolate chip cookies. Because my girls know to put it on the list. Right, girls?

**I did manage to find in the top of the cabinet about 1/4 cup of chocolate chips. Pitiful, I tell ya. Pitiful.

Did you hear my children screaming?

We had a long day out running errands. Naturally this means the first thing I do when we get home is to start laundry. As I walk out of the laundry room, I see Sam walking.

YES, WALKING! Finally! The other children came running and they were laughing and cheering and jumping and screaming. Sam enjoyed every moment as only a baby of the family can.

All my babies were walking by a year; Sam was the first to break the tradition. A few older siblings were very concerned at this delay. Needless to say, all evening they have been forcing the poor boy to walk. I had no part in that, of course. >>whistles innocently<<

It is one of those joys I delight in. The love all these precious kiddos share. Yes, it can be frustrating when Sam decides to attack you great Lego creation ever. Or maybe he wants to sit on top of the book you are reading. He just might cry at 2:13 am and wake you up. You love him anyway. You love making him smile and laugh. There is nothing better than his goofy faces at the table. I love every minute of it!

I don’t think any children have ever been so excited to see a baby walking.Many hugs and thanks to Aunt Chris for blessing us with the video camera.

Disclaimer: Photobucket links to other videos after my video plays through. I have not viewed any of them and recommend you avoid them as well.

Read Aloud Thursday – in the kitchen

My children love to help out in the kitchen. I have a couple of kiddos who have moved beyond the helping stage and can work solo in the kitchen. A couple of years ago I gave them this cookbook:

The girls read it often as if it were a novel. Imagine my delight when i stumbled across this book at the library:

A picture book about Fannie Farmer and how she began her culinary teaching. She comes to work for the Shaw family. In the beginning, little Marcia Shaw does not appreciate Miss Farmer’s intrusion. However, after leaning the art of baking dainty biscuits, Marcia begins to grow fond of Fannie.

It is a delightful read that had all my children’s attention. (OK, the one year wasn’t really captivated.) Sprinkled throughout the book are little tips from Fannie’s cookbook. Lydia was happy to point out each one so I wouldn’t miss it.

It ends with a brief biography of Miss Farmer and her Famous Griddle Cake recipe.  (We will be trying it soon!)

Fannie in the Kitchen is a great read for your little culinary artists  in training.

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