The last two weeks have been brutal, mostly due to end-of-school activities. We've been hit with three, all-day field trips (I've been to the zoo twice), three concerts, three classroom parties, two sleepovers, Matthew's birthday and subsequent party and Katie's graduation with a party following that. Throw in track practice, ballet, cub scouts and a track meet and I'm ready to light my hair on fire. Tomorrow is our last day of school and all I can say is: BRING ON THE SUMMER, BABY.
My folks visited for a large part of the last two weeks and saved my life by helping with all the chaos. They are so fun to have around - real easy-going and adaptable. Their visits are always too short and they left last Saturday. Mom and Dad please come back! I'm runnin' on fumes here!
Gramps helped the boys with their reading homework almost every night. I certainly couldn't help them. I was busy keeping my mom supplied with sangria while she made dinner. It was a
situation that worked for everybody. By the way, that sangria? It's the most AWESOME sangria in the history of sangria in the universe. I'll make you some, too, if you make me dinner.
When I wasn't using my mom as slave labor in the kitchen, I let her play games with the kids.
Gram and Gramps even got in some badminton with the boys. I let the folks go outside occasionally, and get some fresh air. Which brings me to the kids' first track meet . . . .
Look at Daniel run! More importantly, look at that smile. Talk about a change in attitude. He's still a little hesitant to take part - only wanted to run the 100m - but he loved it. What a change from our first track practice.
Gram and Gramps were there to cheer him on.
We had a lot of fun during their visit and kept them pretty busy with all the activities I mentioned above. Translated: they left here exhausted and ready for a vacation.
Not really. My mom has more energy than I do, probably because she's such a health aficionado. She fixed about 800 pounds of salad and veggies during their visit. She also helped me bake. Like, a lot.
We had the Bonners over after Katie's graduation and Mom and I made treats. As in the NON-HEALTHY kind. Poor Mom. Heavy cream, butter and lots of white sugar. She's in detox as I write this.
Dawn and Glenn, you guys expect treats at our house, right? I mean, if I didn't promise a buffet of sugar, would you come? Unfortunately, Lilly couldn't make it. She was probably afraid her manicure would be repeated, er, I mean ruined.
Continuing our baking extravaganza, mom and I made a cake, brownies, rhubarb cobbler and homemade ice cream.
I didn't become a fan of rhubarb until the past year, never realizing how wonderfully tart and tasty it is. Lord have mercy, the rhubarb cobbler we made was, in a word, sublime. My interest is caught by any new recipe that has something quirky about it. The biscuit recipe that tops this cobbler was exactly that. It called for 2 hard-boiled egg yolks to be ground up in the food processor along with the dry ingredients. Isn't that odd? That sparked my interest but the flavor of the biscuits is what made me a fan. This is my new, go-to cobbler recipe. Try it and tell me what you think.
Better yet, make it then CALL ME. I'll bring the homemade ice cream and we can have us some good eatin'.