Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Country boy creativity

Sometimes - okay a lot of time - I would like to rewind the clock and be a child again.  But not just any child,  I want to be a friend of my own children. Who wouldn't love being the friend of boys who:

when stringbain was told to practice his pitching skills with his younger brothers, he used what was readily available on top of the pile of shoes by the front door: his muck boots.  Perhaps the extra weight of those benefits his training, somehow?!  It certainly benefited my attitude to see him out there winding up, as if wearing boots on the mound might become a new baseball fad.

And you've been wondering - or at least your kids have - about the secret to running fast, jumping far and landing softly.   Look no further than mexicanjumpingbain's invention.  He hasn't named it, but this is country boy creativity at it's best.  The power of imaginary persuasion.  It's a sock that had a hole in it that he had to make into something.  I haven't clocked his speed, but watching him run the bases at a recent game made me think it might be marketable.

Look forward to sleeping outside together...even if one of them admitted being a little bit afraid and convinced mainbain to join them. That's mainbain back there on the chair wrapped in his fleece chrysalis.

At least one of us is good at entering the kid-again realm....

tuesdays unwrapped at cats

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

This Week's Juggling Act 4-28-10: Tuesday

Who says I don't work?

7:00 - 8:00 am  Supervised the feeding and dressing of Numbers 1-4, sent Number 1 & 2 to elementary school on bus, ran a load of laundry, unloaded the dishwasher, packed 2 lunches, determined if Number 4 was well enough to go to school (YES!), showered and appropriately dressed myself for a day full of miscelanny.

9:15 - 9:30 am  Wrangled Number 3 & 4 into shoes and the car, answered 421 questions, then dropped off at preschool

9:35 - 10:30 am  Attended very important mental health "meeting" with some really fabulous friends at my very favorite coffee shop

10:45 - 11:00 am  Attended very important actual meeting about "Motherhood Ain't for Sissies" t-shirts.  Did you order yours yet?!?

11:15 - 12:15 pm  Enjoyed an uninterrupted hour alone for lunch, reading and email checking

12:30 - 2:00 pm  Volunteered for Career Day activities at the elementary school.  Well, I did work AT an architecture firm for 9 years.  Close enough, right?

2:01 - 2:55 pm  Attended a very important meeting at elementary school (I do a helluva grown-up impersonation.)

3:00 pm  Preschool pickup, toddler wrangling, nose wiping, etc.

3:20 - 4:00 pm  Made brownies for upcoming teachers' luncheon at elementary school

4:15 pm  Welcomed home Number 1 and 2 from school, asked all the pertinent questions, looked at all the respective papers

5:00 pm  Fed the whole crew.  We all know how dinner works around here!

6:00 pm  Wished babysitter "Good luck"

6:30 pm  Attended very important meeting with St. Joel at the middle school and tried really hard to act like it was perfectly logical that Number 1 is going to middle school next year

8:30 - 10:00 pm  Got debriefing from the babysitter, prodded Number 1 to finish homework, put off Number 2's homework 'til AM, sent Numbers 1-4 to bed, loaded and started the dishwasher, started a load of laundry, enjoyed previously rescheduled 5PM cocktail, finished writing this post, went to bed and caught up on a little trashy TV.

What are you juggling?

Monday, April 26, 2010

Reality Check

Sometimes your two year old will climb into your warm, cozy bed in the middle of the night between you and your husband, snuggle in real tight like the sweet baby you know and love and throw his guts up all over you, the clean sheets and himself.

Another day, another story, 

Breakfast parfait

As I headed into a weekend that involved more driving than sleeping, a joyful reunion with a friend after 17 years and a family party for my 90 year old grandmother , I knew my tank would be empty when it came to Monday morning breakfast creativity. (I seriously considered blogging about my to-do list last week, but I was juggling so much I had no time in front of the computer!)

Knowing we'd be travelling more miles than I care to recount, I made ahead the breakfast goodness, substituting natural peanut butter for a 1/3 cup of oil.  However, I forgot to add xanthum gum to hold all of the gluten free goodness together.  After I cut it up, I ended up with a few granola-type bars and a lot of granola.  The loose kind.  The cereal kind.  Due to my monumental lack of sleep, a quick brainstorm was necessary to come up with the following:

::Breakfast Parfaits::

1 batch of the breakfast goodness, crumbled
Vanilla yogurt
Wine and beer glasses
Fresh fruit - optional

Obviously this is easy, as well as super fast.  Alternating -  layer 1/4 cup of the crumbs with yogurt and repeat.   I used vanilla yogurt, but any flavor would be good.  You could add sliced banana, strawberries or whatever your kids love and adore in between the layers as well.  I was tired, and did nothing of the sort.  Also, the goodness had a lot of raisins in it, which counts as fruit.

Perhaps it's not just the menu that needs a new twist, but the delivery system as well.  They were quite perky at the table scarfing down parfait out of wine and beer glasses! 

This post is linked to Rachel and Lisa and Jen - recipe mavens!
And Kristin whose tips are fabulous...

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Wisdom of a 4 year old

After a bath, but before getting dressed, "These are the brains. It
tells my weiner what to do."

On the unstable weather happening in our area today, "Maybe God is
making it rain. Jesus is making it stop."

Another day, another story,

The Irony

I can't help notice the irony of Lib running a marathon as I type, finish off 1 (or maybe 2) cinnamon rolls and drink a big cup of coffee.  And I'm still in my PJ's with no immediate plans to get out of them.  I've already gotten my daily exercise by walking to the curb to get the morning paper.  Ironic, huh?

Then I remember that we have way more in common than we have in un-common.  Her family brought us together as friends nearly 16 years ago and this afternoon we will celebrate her remarkable Grandmama Honey's 90th birthday together.

Friendship isn't about how much you are alike or different.  It is about loving and supporting each other in spite of it all.  And for that, I am gratefully blessed.

Another day, another story,

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

This Week's Juggling Act 4-21-10: Food

Maybe at your house, you (or if you are really lucky, your husband) cook a nutritious, well-balanced meal every night for dinner and your entire family sits down and eats together while politely discussing the day's events.  If that is you, stop reading here.

For the rest of us, here's the thing.  My plan BEFORE KIDS was exactly that.  Somewhere between Number 1 graduating from baby food and today, the plan changed.  Now I am relieved if no one throws up at the table.

We pretty much have the eating together part worked out.  Almost every night we sit down as a family and eat dinner, but...the dinner might be grown-up food AND pizza AND chicken nuggets AND PBJ's.  AT THE SAME MEAL.  If that appalls you, you really shouldn't have read this far.

We are making progress.  Last night was a breakthrough actually.  I made homemade-not-from-a-bag chicken strips, broccoli, oven potatoes and rolls and the entire family sat down and ate the same meal together while we politely discussed the day's events.  Well, maybe not actually politely (or actually broccoli), but we did talk.

What are you juggling this week?

Spring Lesson

It's spring everywhere, and I am in love with vibrant, fragrant color. 

First the cherry tree put out it's buds, then the peach tree in the orchard bloomed, overlapping that activity the apple trees lining our driveway popped out as well.  That's just the fruit trees: of course the daffodils were up shining their yellow flower sunshine on the grass as it grew greener.   I realized too late I didn't take the time to smell those blossoms every day...It seemed like they would last forever.  Even though the gorgeous flowers are gone now, I'm looking forward to the fruit they are busy transforming. I am grateful for the promise of more to come.

These are my favorite.  Narcissus. There are always 2 flowers on every stem, they have an intoxicating scent, but only last about 4 days.  I decided not to repeat my mistake and I stopped and picked some this morning.

Just like those fruit tree blossoms, Stringbain's childhood is dwindling.  If his childhood's a flower, I can see it now - crowded out by the leaves of the tree he's becoming.  Oh, I know there's going to be fruit. I'm thankful the fruit will be good.  But, I have the same feeling I did about those fleeting blossoms.  I wish I'd taken the time to smell it more.  It seemed like I had all the time in the world, and now I feel like there's still lots of little boy stuff I want to experience with him.  It's  like watching a beautiful sunset - the light is fading and even though I'm watching it happen it's difficult to say explain it.

I promise myself  and the other trees in my orchard I will stop.  I will remember the only time in the world I have is this spring.  I have to experience their blossoms today, before they all become full grown trees.  I will slow down and smell those blossoms.  I will pick more flowers on the roadside.  

I will let the sunshine transform them (and me!) into strong trees with good fruit. 

this post is linked to ANN

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Family project

I mentioned we had a wedding reception at our house last weekend.  Our house was chosen because we have a huge side yard, perfect for a large outdoor party. We realized a week before the party how much work was necessary to get our house ready-looking. The front flower beds needed a complete overhaul:  replacing dead shrubs , planting new azaleas and butterfly bushes.  After many spring rains deluges, the location was in desperate need of mowing and all the planters needed help.  There's nothing like the prospect of having over a hundred guests to propel us into action.

You've heard of kids who fall asleep whenever they are in their swing or bouncy seat.  The lawnmower worked that way for Mexicanjumpingbain, and he considers himself a professional lawn mower as a result. Only the weight control/automatic shut-off won't let him do it without me.  Which is probably safer...
Butterbain said he loves the days we mow.  When I asked him why, he responded "Because I get to sit in your lap for a long time.  And we get to kill fire ants by running over them." Loving and practical - love that about him!

I'm a fan of the lap sitting part too - since it leads to hand-holding. 


Of course after you mow there's trim work. I'm so incredibly thankful for my turning-into-a-man-in-front-of-my-eyes 12 year old who considers weed eating 1) fun and 2) cool to rev it up in between whacking down weeds, all the while wearing my sunglasses.

The best part of our family project takes a bit of explanation.  Over the years mainbain and I have not had a stellar record of working on projects like yard work together.  We may have done it "together" but our hearts were far apart from each other.  Our track record is one of getting snippy under pressure, then putting on happy faces once the party starts.  We've gotten lots of big jobs done, but had no fun in the process. You can only imagine that as our lives and marriage have changed in the last several years the magnetic pull back to our old dance steps has been strong. 

So, the best part about all that we accomplished - and it ended up A LOT more than just yard work - was the opportunity to enjoy each other's company while working side by side.  To laugh and joke while shoveling dirt, planting shrubs, making tea and moving trays of food. 

Thankful we were smiling, not just putting on happy faces, during the whole event.  

check out where this post is linked:  Emily and Ann.

Monday, April 19, 2010

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Just another mexican monday...

We hosted a wedding reception this weekend.  There was a LOT of food left over and I was tempted to just not.cook.breakfast.  I did that yesterday, though, and how many left overs can kids eat before staging a major revolt?  I decided not to press my luck, and whipped up these breakfast quesadillas. They met most of my alternative-breakfast criteria: simple, quick, tasty and not loaded with sugar. 

::Breakfast quesadillas::
                makes 6 big ones

1/3 lb. breakfast sausage
7  fresh eggs mixed with a bit of milk
shredded cheese
12 tortillas - I used corn of course.

Directions: Brown breakfast sausage in skillet.  Cook until no pink remains.  Add egg/milk mixture directly to skillet and cook until done. Hopefully you have a griddle, since it makes this recipe so simple.  

To assemble: make quesadilla by spooning about 1/3 cup of cooked scrambled egg/sausage mixture onto a tortilla, top with as much cheese as you want and another tortilla shell. Cook until the cheese is melted and it's crispy on both sides. 

The baintrain ate it with their favorite hot sauce. I'm sure you could serve it with salsa, a bit of guacamole or queso...but again, I threw this together at the last minute, so no time to dress it up. 

I thought after all the leftovers they consumed yesterday they'd be a bit hungrier.  However, I now have one of these sitting in my fridge. 
Left overs: you can't live with them, you can't live without them...


This post is linked to Rachel and Lisa and Kelly- recipe mavens!
And Kristin whose tips are fabulous!

Friday, April 16, 2010

Hot Hot Hot

Sometimes I think Number 3 might need his own separate website. Maybe
he's secretly campaigning for one.

Just now in line at the bank (thankfully the drive-through), he says,
"Last night I dreamed I could do anything. I could drive a car. I
drove my car to eat quesadillas. In line behind me there was a hot,
hot lady. And she liked me."

I, with a straight face, asked, "What do you mean 'hot'? Did she have
a fever?"

"No, she was beautiful," he explained.

Another day, another story,

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Mushrooms & eggs

You know we are transplants, right? 

I didn't grow up in the country: gardening, hunting, hiking or anything otherwise outdoorsy.  While my parents were avid city-gardeners, I most certainly was NOT.  I would actually trade cleaning all four bathrooms to get out of gardening duty.  I willingly succumbed to that torture, rather than go work in the dirt.  Weeding. Hoeing. Sweating. Being bitten by various bugs. Even with 5 brothers to clean up after - scrubbing the bathrooms offered me a much less painful choice.  

I really didn't ever think I'd need any useful outdoor knowledge, other than scheduling the lawn care.  But somewhere in the last 17 years my likes changed.  And I had boys.  That's probably a big part of the equation from would-rather-clean-a-bathroom to lover-of-all things-outdoor.  Except mosquitoes.  And fire ants.  And get my drift. 

One thing I've noticed about our local friends and neighbors is their inherent knowledge of seasons.  They know when to plant potatoes, without reading it in Martha Stewart Living.  They are fully aware of what hunting season is coming, prepare for it with great anticipation, and never once refer to any kind of manual.  

Our Fairy Godmother's husband called on Sunday to see if we wanted to hunt what he calls wild mushrooms.  When I asked how he knew when to hunt for mushrooms, he told me they're always up when the May Apple is up.  Of course that led to another question, and a picture.  

He found a baby mushroom as we were tromping through the woods and then spotted this one from about 10 feet away.  I thought immediately of one of those lucky people who always find 4-leaf clovers.  I am not one, but I bet he is...

The boys were so excited, they almost got into a brawl over who was going to pick the golden mushroom. When I noted aloud it was was a morel, he said,  "Hmm, that's what you call it."

So even transplants have a bit of knowledge to share. I certainly know where the best butcher is and how to experiment with different types of organic gardening. And I do know how to hunt.  I can  hunt for eggs in the barn, and I know I have to wash them before I use them.  

Perhaps I'm on my way to becoming a local after all. 



"How DO you do it?"

I get that a lot. From friends, family. From strangers in restaurants
or the grocery store. Sometimes I say it to myself. My standard answer
is usually something like "it's crazy" or "half the time I don't even
know".  But I do know one thing that works for our family:

No one is involved in any outside activity which requires practices, 
money, equipment and/ or uniforms until at least age 7. And then only 
one activity at a time that they REALLY REALLY like.

The benefits of this one unwritten family rule equal more time for
family, schoolwork, and fun. It means less stress and less
frazzledness trying to be several different places at several
different times. We do more things together. We eat together more
often. We have time to spend with friends. St. Joel and I have time
to go out without the kids. The kids have time to spend with their
grandparents. Just this week we've gone on a family bike ride one
night, to the park another night. Tonight we have absolutely nothing
planned which sounds perfect to me.

We are still busy sometimes and I still get frazzled. Hell, just
cleaning, dressing and feeding the whole group is enough activity most
days. I sometimes wonder if we would be the same way if we had fewer
kids...I hope so.

Another day, another story,

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

This Week's Juggling Act 4-13-10: Life

What I'm juggling this week:

Regular Life + achievement tests, birthday party plans, Asperger's syndrome research, doctor appointments, loss, loved one's medical uncertainty, money, tween electronic surveillance, friendship, and differing orthodontic opinions.

When I get a handle and perspective on some of these, I will elaborate.  Too much to juggle AND process at once.

What are you juggling this week?

Baseball Philosophy

Last night,  mainbain took the three oldest bains to baseball practice.  He happened to have mexicanjumpingbain's old glove in the bag and asked mjb if he remembered using it two years ago. They chatted about about how fast time has passed, and how butterbain is now big enough to use the glove. 

Wistfully looking out across the field, mjb (7) replied, "Yes, those were my aggravating years!"

I really don't know where he comes up with this stuff! 


Monday, April 12, 2010

Crunchy Chewy Breakfast Goodness

I'll go ahead a blow your mind right now.  I do not buy or feed the baintrain breakfast cereal.  The only "cereal" the boys get is one I make from coconut, craisins, flax seeds, chopped almonds and xylitol.  I know you're drooling for that recipe, but they aren't that in love with it.  I may share it later.  Call me crazy, but their skin breaks out when I feed them cereal from the store - even the gluten free kind.  I think it's all the processing...but that's a whole 'nother blog post. 

So, again with the quest.  Only this time I think I've landed on a semi-crunchy fairly-healthy chewy breakfast bar everyone loved, and meets my ridiculously high standards.  The overnight brown rice cereal facilitates a smooth morning, but they don't love it.  Mexican Monday was a hit, but next time it will be quicker made with corn tortillas.  The breakfast pizza and last week's pancake lasagna are delish, but a bit time consuming.  Throughout this process, I've narrowed my criteria for a successful breakfast alternative to eggs-in-any-form. One thing I've added to my list is minimal time outlay for maximum tastiness...after all, it's not that much fun to spend gobs of time in the kitchen and get a half-hearted response from my taste-testers. 

When I got this recipe I knew I could adapt it successfully for my mostly gluten free gang.  As always, I changed it around by adding more fruit and nuts and making my own brown sugar substitute using 3T. sorghum molasses and 3/4 c. xylitol.   I wouldn't call what we ended up with a "granola bar," it was more of a breakfast cookie bar.  Not a soul at my breakfast table cared what I called it,  they were just overjoyed I had doubled the recipe. 

::Chewy Breakfast Goodness::
2 c oats - I used Bob's gluten free
3/4 c chopped almonds 
1/2 c sunflower seeds (you could use pumpkin)
1 c flour - I used GF
1 t baking powder
1/2 t sea salt
1 T cinnamon
1 1/4 c oil - I used coconut for flavor
3/4 c brown sugar - I couldn't use sugar for breakfast, so i substituted 3/4 c xylitol with 3T molasses
2 large eggs - beaten
2 t vanilla
1 1/4 cup raisin/craisin mix - you could use any dried fruit, chopping larger things like apricots. 

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Line a  9x13 pan with parchment paper so it overhangs the edges by at least an inch. lightly grease the parchment.

Spread oats, nuts and seeds on a cookie sheet and bake for 15 minutes stirring every 5 to prevent burning.  remove from oven and cool completely.

Mix together oil, eggs, sugar and vanilla.  Set aside.

In a large bowl combine cooled oat mixture, chopped nuts, raisins, flour, cinnamon and baking powder.

Add wet ingredients to dry stirring until just combined.  Pour into prepared parchment paper and bake 25 minutes, or until set. 

Cool completely - or overnight. That was the other bonus of this particular meal - the make ahead quality.  Lift the slab of bars from the pan and cut into the right size pieces for your tribe.  

If you're kids are anything like mine, they'll grab another piece after their first bite!

I'm positive you'll like them too! 

This post is linked to Rachel and Lisa and Jen - recipe mavens!

Lesson Learned

I guess I should put away the Easter baskets sooner.

Another day, another story,

Friday, April 9, 2010

Big Girl Boots

Sometimes you just gotta put your big girl boots on and...READ.  I was the reader today at Storytime Around the Square and shared one of my very favorite books, Sixteen Cows, with about 300 preschoolers.  OK, really maybe just 20, but from where I was sitting...

I have read at my kids' schools without incident or butterflies.  But this was different. I guess because several of my friends were there and I was wearing that hat and those boots. Anyway, as with anything in life, you just have to do it.  Put the fear aside and go for it.  I know reading in front of a bunch of little people isn't exactly climbing Mt. Everest or running a marathon, but it was a little more nerve-wracking than I thought.  But I did it.  And it was fun.  Especially when Number 3 announced he "had to pee" in the middle and got ticked when he realized I didn't "pause the story" while he was gone.

Another day, another story,

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Movie Review: Diary of a Wimpy Kid

We have read and enjoyed the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books, so thought the movie would be a natural favorite.  While it did provide lots of conversation and discussion topics, I wouldn't term it a favorite.

From the beginning it's obvious Greg is the forgotten middle child. His parents are too busy with a baby and their own interests (the dad paints little army figurines) to bother helping him transition into the minefield of middle school.  His brother constantly belittles him and tortures him with awful pranks.  The only person who's obviously on his side is his best friend Rowley, whose self-confidence and general exuberance is portrayed as overly innocent and uber-nerdy.  Through a series of events it's obvious Greg will do just about anything to be seen as cool and become a member of  the "in"crowd: wrestling, the school play, joining safety patrol, lying about his only real friend.  His mother gets more upset about finding a "motor mama" magazine in his older brother's bag, than she does at any point of watching Greg's desperate struggle to fit into middle school.  Her lone piece of advice for Greg "it's our choices that make us who we are." Never asking what conundrum he was struggling with looked to me like a lack of concern for her son.   I think the producers were aiming for the be-yourself-and-everything-will-be-fine-theme, but when I asked the baintrain what they thought the movie was about, I got lots of varied responses.  Everything from his older brother was mean to their family was weird, it didn't seem like they ever wanted to be around each other.

I know what works for some families doesn't work for others. Some families watch TV, others don't.  Some families have chore charts, others not so much.  In some families, meal time together is optional.  In my humble opinion it's not optional for family members to hurt, ignore, threaten bodily harm, and otherwise show a total lack of interest in one another.  Those are things families working on togetherness and love don't condone or tolerate.  

While we may have laughed, it was the kind-of-guilty kind.  
Save your money and skip this one...unless you're in the market for discussions, with a capital D.


Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Things that keep me smiling

wwI've read it's impossible to have negative thoughts when you smile.  I'm sure it's not 100% true, but I've been especially conscious lately of fleeting fancies and moments that form a tangible result on my lips. Gifts from above, if I'll only pay attention and feel the gratitude they deserve. 

 Matching outfits, and boys who like wearing them!

 Early Morning Beauty - complete with feverishly chirping birds soundtrack.

Mexicanjumpingbain being himself.

 Butterbain singing in the rear view mirror. I think the chorus was "Lousiana hot sauce, Lousiana hoooot saaaauuucce!"

Stringbain's suit and Easter basket combo.

A butter lamb, carved with love for our Easter feast.   

Hope your face is enjoying a tangible result now!

This post is linked to Emily and Ann - for more smiles, check them out.

Monday, April 5, 2010

This Week's Juggling Act 4-5-10: Almost

This week, plain and simple, I'm juggling emotions.  Emotions about this child.  This baby.  My very first son.  Being almost 11 years old.  How did it happen?  Did I even notice?

As I always say, cliches are cliches because they're true.  In a blink of an eye, here he is almost 11 years old.  Almost middle school.  Almost cell phone.  Almost liking girls.  Almost size 8 shoes.  Almost shaving.  Almost half-hugging.  Almost college....well, that's what it feels like it.

What are you juggling this week?

Another day, another story,

Pancakes+custard+fruit = YUM!

I'm nothing if not an adventurous eater, and am always striving to make the bains fearless about food and drink.  In my experience one of the greatest ways to soak up a new culture while traveling is to eat what the locals eat.   I have been known to use my most commanding mom-voice to make them taste new things.  Like pate. I did have the presence of mind to have them close their eyes on that one, though.

My quest to alter breakfast in our kitchen is becoming something the baintrain - not to mention mainbain - really looks forward to.  My fabulous blog partner forwarded me this recipe as fodder for my project.  You know I couldn't just leave it alone...I had to change it up a bit.  First of all, there wasn't an un-frozen organic strawberry to be had in a 90 miles radius, so I decided to make a quick strawberry sauce with the frozen, organic ones.  And I added bananas, used homemade pancakes and changed the pastry in my humble opinion this is a weekend breakfast treat.  A tad on the involved side, and not photogenic at all,  but incredibly yummy and fabulous. 


Make the strawberry sauce first, since it has to cool. 
2 C. baking mix
make according to package directions, enlisting some help from your brood. 

strawberry sauce
7 T water
4 T sugar/xylitol/agave nectar - however you prefer to sweeten
2 T non-gmo cornstarch
12-14 oz frozen strawberries- sliced.  Yes, they slice frozen just fine.
juice of 1 lemon or a bit more to taste. 
dash of salt
Mix all ingredients a medium sauce pan, stirring to combine.  Bring to a slow boil, stirring constantly. Continue boiling until sauce is clear - set aside and cool. 

custard cream
1 pt whipping cream
2 T sugar
1 c vanilla yogurt
1 c sour cream
whip cream, adding sugar in a steady stream.  Once stiff peaks form, fold in yogurt and sour cream. Make this right before you assemble.

To assemble the lasagna:

Layer 1: pancakes
Layer 2: strawberry sauce
Layer 3: custard cream
Layer 4 : blueberries, bananas or whatever fruit you prefer

Repeat layers and E*N*J*O*Y!

I made it for Easter Morning and the bains gobbled up the entire pan - I had to finesse my little taste/bite off of butterbain's plate!  

It comes together quickly, don't let all the steps intimidate you. Of course you could use frozen pancakes or waffles as she did in the original recipe and it would be quicker, but either way it's a breakfast that takes time. 

We were back to bacon and eggs this morning. Ho-hum.
linked to jen and kristin and laura and kelli 

Sunday, April 4, 2010


Usually the youngest child has NO pictures to show for their
childhood, right? Well, Number 4 seems to be the only one left around
here who will stand for getting his picture taken.

Lucky for me.

Another day, another story,


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