The weather got really nice so we decided to plant some seeds in the egg cartons I'd been hoarding for months. And our seeds actually sprouted! Because we used popsicle sticks to make holes for the seeds, Natalie now feels the need to have popsicle sticks in hand every time we go to the backyard. There are a LOT of popsicle sticks out there since she inevitably finds other things to entertain her once she gets out there.
Then it got cold again, so I moved the seedlings to the laundry room where they still reside. I'm hoping a little lint will be good for them and I figure the warmth of the drier is a little like living in the south, right?
Then I baked a bunch of cakes. To be precise, I baked nine cakes in three days and only four of them were edible. Lesson learned: I will not buy store brand sugar again! After narrowing down the list of possible reasons my cakes were repeatedly overflowing their pans, despite the fact that I'd made all the recipes before, I narrowed it down to the sugar. Who knew? My theory is that because it wasn't quite as fine as name brand sugar, it through the balance off. And trust me, I'm no kitchen scientist so google was my best friend. My other best friend (Jeff) was insanely patient with me as I got frustrated and tired and made our house smell like burnt sugar and went through pounds of butter.
But it all turned out okay because the cakes were for my grandma's 90th birthday party. I asked her what kind of cake she liked and she was so stinkin' vague with me. Some sort of answer like, "I like them all!" so we settled on lemon, chocolate and almond. And then, because we actually had no idea how many people would show up to an open house on a Sunday during March Madness, there was a lot of "will there be enough cake?" debate. So I made another one, too. Yellow cake with fresh strawberry buttercream.
i am baker, who's pretty ambitious when it comes to cakes)!
More importantly the party was good. She had a lot of friends turn out and those who couldn't make it (because let's face it, if you're 90, your peer group isn't exactly into road-tripping) sent really great cards and memories for her to savor. I have it on good authority she's enjoying every last word written on each note. The other great part of the party (for me; I'm not sure it was so great for anyone else) was that I got to go through all of her old pictures and make a slideshow. Who knew there was a baby picture of her? None of us did! In those boxes of photos I also found pictures of my dad as a kid, long-lost photos of my grandpa who passed away nearly six years ago, pictures of me and my sister as kids - all events I'd forgotten about or not really seen evidence of.
|Like this gem - that's me in the awesome plaid pants, my sister in an outfit she remembers as being uncomfortable and two of my cousins. I guess we went fishing!|
The not-so-great part about the party is that it was snowing. Again. Ahem, dear Kansas, you are CRAZY with your wacky weather. And the Jayhawks lost that day, which made me really thankful I wasn't sitting at home staring at a television screen. But otherwise it was a great day.
And then, let's see, I did all the laundry I neglected during cakefest and we trekked to Lawrence mid-week to have a family dinner on Grandma's actual birthday. Then some normal days passed before I got a phonecall that Grandma fell and broke her hip. That's a crummy birthday present! I offered to cancel our evening plans so we could come in and see her, but since she was having surgery that afternoon, it seemed best if we'd just wait until the weekend. So we had our friends over and it was really fun…until Wyatt broke his collarbone.
We weren't really sure he was seriously injured, so we stayed home for a couple of hours debating the severity of his injury and encouraging him to play with his friends. It's kind of difficult to separate preschooler drama from needs-immediate-medical-attention when there's no blood, swelling or visible trauma involved. And it's also difficult to realize the kid needs medical attention when he's begging to NOT go to the doctor. When he was still in pain an hour after bedtime and it became apparent he couldn't lift up his arm, we made the call. I can't say enough nice things about our local ER - which was thankfully very quiet - and the doctors, nurses and techs who took care of Wyatt. After a series of x-rays we had an answer, a sling and a prescription for good ol' painkillers. After a few rough days, he seems to be getting back to his normal ways pretty quickly. He'll be wearing a sling for four weeks and then will, hopefully, be good as new.
|this was taken in the ER to send to Daddy, who was home worrying about his boy.|
His face pretty much says it all.
That's it. A rough catch-up and a bound-to-be-broken promise to myself to stay on top of things a little more around here!