This weekend, I made a skateboard out of cake for a friend's son's birthday party. However, due to upheavals and various other drama in the bakery, I am working more hours (and the worst hours) this week than ever before and I am tired. Tie-red. Tahred. Taaahed.
So, naturally, I stayed up until midnight making the skateboard the night before working a 4am shift at the bakery. Around 10pm things were getting worrisome, as I was dragging and despairing as the fondant I was trying to color red remained a stubborn dark pink. Katie and Beth were still up, watching as I kneaded the ball of fondant over and over, adding more and more red dye (and drops of blue...and drops of black).
They had been quiet for a while, and I was wondering if the girls were beginning to despair - as I certainly was - that I would ever get it right. Just then, though, Beth leaned over and said, " I sometimes think that you are just about the best cook in the whole world, and I guess I'm pretty lucky that you are my mother."
!!!!
Should one be in need of motivation a statement like that does the trick, to put it simply .
I guess I'm pretty lucky to have daughters like this.
* I'll post of picture of the cake - which turned out pretty well (It wasn't perfect, but I was mostly pleased) if my laptop ever lets me upload the pictures.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
My little girl
I was in the older girls' bedroom last night, chatting for a few minutes before kissing them goodnight, when Katie cornered me and said in a furtive whisper, " Something bad happened in school today."
I could tell that she was trying to keep Beth from hearing, so I also lowered my voice and asked her to explain.
She told me that someone in her class wrote "I want to have sex with -----" on a bathroom wall.
I stood for a moment in shock, looking at my sweet little ten year old daughter, and wondering what this world has come to. I took the moment to compose myself so that I could ascertain, as delicately as possible, how much innocence she had been robbed of that day.
I lowered my voice even more, and whispered to her, "Do you know what that means?"
Her eyes opened wide, and she said confidently, "Yes, I do."
I took another moment to compose myself. "What does it mean?" I whispered.
"It means," Katie said, her brows lowering in dissaproval, "That she defaced school property!"
I told her that she was absolutely right and then I kissed my little girl goodnight. I am glad to know that, a year ago, she decided on her own to avoid the group that the vandal runs with, because she didn't like how "shallow" (her words) they were getting.
That being said, the time for a certain talk is no longer approaching: it is here. *Sigh*
I could tell that she was trying to keep Beth from hearing, so I also lowered my voice and asked her to explain.
She told me that someone in her class wrote "I want to have sex with -----" on a bathroom wall.
I stood for a moment in shock, looking at my sweet little ten year old daughter, and wondering what this world has come to. I took the moment to compose myself so that I could ascertain, as delicately as possible, how much innocence she had been robbed of that day.
I lowered my voice even more, and whispered to her, "Do you know what that means?"
Her eyes opened wide, and she said confidently, "Yes, I do."
I took another moment to compose myself. "What does it mean?" I whispered.
"It means," Katie said, her brows lowering in dissaproval, "That she defaced school property!"
I told her that she was absolutely right and then I kissed my little girl goodnight. I am glad to know that, a year ago, she decided on her own to avoid the group that the vandal runs with, because she didn't like how "shallow" (her words) they were getting.
That being said, the time for a certain talk is no longer approaching: it is here. *Sigh*
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