Wednesday, December 9, 2009

emBraced!





Today was the big day for Bean, she has been waiting for who knows how long to get braces so she can suffer like all her friends. She was a little nervous. . . .but very brave.
Not much to say here. This is our fourth in braces (Bryan got them three years ago) and so we are all old pros at what to eat, what to avoid and how long to brush. If it all goes smoothly we will have a six month break between Bethany's coming off and Aubry's going on. Jonathan's come off some time after the first of the year. One more milestone down.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Pancakes anyone??

What a cute face. Isn't she adorable?
Broke down to Daphne "begging" - "I am begging you mom- let me make cookies."
(It is almost time to get the kids, we will hurry and make the dough and roll out it after we get the kids.)

I pour two bags of cookie mix into the bowl, 2 eggs and a stick and a half of butter. I am mixing it. Why did I not use the kitchen aid?
Oh the bowl is dirty. . . in the sink . . . covered under a bunch of other also dirty dishes. (dishwasher broke, another story)
Stir more, stir even more, s t i r r i n g, S t i r r i n g. S T I r r i n g.
Finally i break down (Again)- I will hurry and do up the dishes.
I can get them done.. and mix the cookies . . . . and get Daphne changed to leave the house (she is still in her Christmas dress- she has only taken it off three times since Sunday)
Iwill hurry and wash all these dishes, see I am almost done.
Daphne says over my shoulder from the stool at the counter " You needed water in it right?"
"No honey." I say, I should get that bowl and put the dough in the kitchen aid.
I am almost done with all the dishes, I can put the dough in the bowl and turn on the mixer and then change Daphne's clothes. We will can still make it... we won't be late.

There I am done. Here is the bowl.....
......and here my 4 year old has poured a cup of water into the cookie dough. It's ruined. I add a few tablespoons of flour // maybe that will help. I put it in the ktichen aid.
It is not helping. It is like pancake batter. It's completely ruined.

I tell Daphne to go get herself dressed with warm clothes. I go to grab my shoes.

What is that hissing noise I hear? ? ? ? ? ? ?

That sounds like, . . . . .
Daphne in the corner of the kitchen with a can of whipped cream in her mouth!

Is this going to be the terrible 4s??????
I really thought I was in the home stretch!