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It was a busy weekend. Barbecue with the Hunter bunch (We missed you, Amber); dinner on Sunday with friends; planning the flowers for a wedding. I'm also polishing up my floors with a product purchased off of an infomercial. Yes, the price was $19.95, and a bonus bottle thrown in for "free." Bruce mocked me until, as it turns out, the stuff actually worked. What do you know?
I must also reveal the secrets to the tastiest cake I've eaten in a long time (I hate to brag, but I made it myself): First, David's Yellow Cake from Allrecipes: http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Davids-Yellow-Cake/Detail.aspx
Second, frost it with buttercream icing, but instead of milk, use pureed fruit. You can thank my step-sis Amber for the tip. I used strawberries. Delicious.
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Monday and Tuesday nights are always a little rough. I teach piano until 5:30 and rarely seem to plan dinner, so I inevitably find myself at 5:45 with 2 starving kids, a husband on the way home, staring into a cupboard that seems to hold no answers to my dinnertime dilemma. The girls were particular cranky, I felt my temper growing short, and instead of flipping out, I said, "Let's dance!" Kate and Kiki were immediately game. I turned on my Ipod, and "Cowboy Take Me Away" began blaring. It was fitting to my mood. I grabbed the girls' hands, we spun around. We danced around the island copying each others' "moves." We fell to our backs on the kitchen floor and kicked our legs around. We laughed. I'm proud of myself- I had a choice to snap or not. I chose to not. I don't usually. Good for me. Feel free to positively reinforce me now.
3 comments:
Yes, good for you! I stare that decision down on a daily, if not hourly basis. Usually it ends with me yelling at the kids, but every so often I go that route and I am always glad I did.
I'm sad I missed the BBQ. Bronco said it was fun to see you guys. Your cake sounds divine. I'm glad the fruit trick worked. I'm thinking about trying the strawberry frosting on Gma H's sugar cookies. My mouth is watering just thinking about it, which means, I need Jillian Michael's to yell at me because try as I might to follow her plan I still crave sugar like nobody's business. I've decided I like treats too much. Lastly, I really am proud of you for turning a potentially hazardous moment into a fun memory. And I'm not just saying that. I mean it. See, you really are a DBA. Hugs!
That is one of the hardest decisions to make sometimes but always the most rewarding! Good Job! Tell Kate when she sees Garrett next time they can "sign" to each other - I'm pretty sure they're speaking the same lanuage.
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