Today, after I had finished doing laundry, fixing our Internet connection, feeding kids, cleaning kitchen, doing even more laundry, picking up toys, vacuuming, cleaning the girls room, walking to the store to get formula, and making dinner, Jonathan said, "I'm bored."
His big sister smiled and handed him a trowel, some joint compound and a trough. I stopped what I was doing, took him over to one of the many walls that are still in need of mudding, and showed him how to smear the stuff on and smooth it out. He worked on it until dinner was ready, and, funny thing, he wasn't bored anymore.
Now, the great thing about all of this was that I've been procrastinating about mudding that particular wall because it has a long stretch of ceiling work, and there's no way to get a ladder in the room, so, for me, it would have meant teetering precariously on a makeshift platform or standing on my tiptoes for an hour. Well, Jonny did it for me, and I think I'll make that his "special" job. We have lots of ceiling work (please, imagine an evil grin at this point).
Kate made chocolate chip cookies in her Easy Bake Oven today. It's just like I remember my Easy Bake. One 100watt lightbulb, and a lot of fun. When I make chocolate chip cookies, I double the recipe and then divide the dough into four portions. Then I make one set of cookies and freeze the rest. It makes it easy to have a "baking" day with the girls, and they think I'm a great mom because when they ask if they can bake cookies, I say, "Sure," and then I pull out a package of frozen cookie dough, let it thaw for 30 minutes and hey, presto we're making cookies. I figured if Pillsbury can do it, why can't I?
Jonathan discovered the joys of my once a month cooking thing. Well, I don't really cook just once a month. I know that there are plenty of people out there that do, but it's just not my style. However, whenever meat goes on sale, I buy a bunch of it, marinate it, and throw it into the freezer. And then, if I decide to make spaghetti one night, I make three batches instead of one, and then put two batches in foil pans and into the freezer they go. Makes sense, right? So, the other night, when I had my mini-melt, it just happened to be around dinner time. So, Jonny, realizing that dinner wasn't going to materialize, opened the freezer, found one of the tins, and stuck it in the oven. Then all we had to do was chop up stuff for a salad, and we were ready for dinner. So, technically, Jonny made dinner for us...
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