After the crazy week we had last week, when Friday arrived I would have done cartwheels…if I had the energy. To make things even more awful I had to spend Friday evening at the local skating/laser tag center for a birthday party. Talk about H-E-double L. I could not wait to get home and pour a glass of wine and then go to bed. I had been looking forward to a lazy Saturday morning if my kids would allow.
My Saturday morning of course started with a cold nose poking at me to let her out at 5:45am. I immediately went back to bed. I woke again to the chatter of the boys upstairs playing something. They hadn’t even come to wake me up. They were playing nicely so I decided to just lay there and not disturb them (for them of course, not because my body refused to move). I heard them coming down the stairs and knew I would have to get up and make them breakfast, but that is when I heard all the giggling. Now you would think that giggling is just this innocent little thing, but this mommy knows that means they’re conspiring against me somehow. I know what they’re doing…they’re going to find the M&Ms I have stashed. I just laid there and contemplated getting out of bed, but again my body really didn’t want to. I let it slide and just listened. What’s a little bit of chocolate in the morning, right?
I heard the dog bowl being filled. Score! Then I heard them getting bowls out of the cabinet. Then I heard it…cereal? Cereal? Wait, not M&Ms being poured? Oh my goodness….they were getting their own breakfast!!! Double Score!
I figured this would buy me another ten minutes of peace and lethargy. Then I heard more giggling outside my door. I seriously expected a raid with Nerf swords flailing. I closed my eyes and pretended I was sleeping. It was my only defense. And that’s when one of the boys came in (carrying a battle axe) and placed something right on my pillow.
My heart just melted. A little valentine surprise. You can’t beat the love of a son. Just what I needed after a long, crazy, and sick week.
They weren’t conspiring against me, they were conspiring to suprise me. And they didn’t even find the M&Ms, they were just taking care of themselves for, as they put it, “sick mom.”
My son has been anxiously awaiting his birthday party. Every night before bed he would count the days. This year he requested a reptile themed birthday. I was thankful for this because we had never done a reptile themed birthday party. Between the three boys we’ve done four dinosaur parties, two camping parties, three pirate parties…along with a few of Deacon’s stragglers like Star Wars and Ninjago.
What made this party truly special was the surprise guest. Logan didn’t have a clue that Grammie and Papa had made arrangements for Dave from Animal Experiences to be there with his arsenal of reptiles and a few furry friends. He’s seen Dave at preschool and still obsesses over it. I really thought he would figure it out or one of his friends would say something. They didn’t. He was so surprised.
What surprised me was how well the kids behaved. They all immediately sat down in silence. They raised their hands and asked questions. They even shared their own knowledge. They waited patiently to hold each of the animals and helped each other. Sharing and trading. It was wonderful. My son was in his glory. Turtles of all varieties, an alligator (his favorite), snakes of many sizes, lizards, and even some furry friends. I personally loved snuggling the chinchilla.
It was one of the best birthday parties ever! I even held the snakes. It was funny to see some of the kids really open up to holding the animals. Some of the were a little apprehensive and then just relished in the moment and were holding everything.
Of course with fall in New England comes the fun apple picking season. Nothing beats a fresh apple right off the tree. How about a fresh 18 pounds of apples. That’s right folks, 18 pounds of apples, actually it was 18.8 pounds but who’s counting? 18 pounds of apples for a family that doesn’t have kids who like to eat apple pie, apple crisp, or apple sauce. 18 pounds!
I couldn’t pass up the apple picking. Honestly, I really wanted some apple crisp and apple pie. Two of my fall favorites. Last year we went a little too late in the season so we didn’t get much. Well this year, they sure did pick ‘em!!
Three little boys can pick a lot of apples in a matter of FIVE MINUTES! It didn’t matter if I said, “Don’t pick anymore.” “Wait to pick the other Macoun apples on the other side.” “Please don’t pick another apple.” “Did you even look at that before you picked it? It’s got a hole in it!” One particular child (who shall not be named) decided he was going to, as he called it, “sneak attack pick.” He thought it was funny…my wallett did not.
The weather was perfect and we did have a very fun 10 minutes in the orchard because I didn’t have cash left to go on a hay-ride, but the boys enjoyed themselves. Two apples crisp, an apple pie, a stuffed apple, and peanut butter and apples down. I now have ONE child that likes apple pie and apple crisp. Yay!! But I still have pounds and pounds of apples left.
So now I’m turning to you my dear readers…I need apple recipes, stat. Main dishes or desserts? What do you have to share? Help!