I think I'm just beginning to get a handle on this two kid thing. Its been four weeks now, and my Mom has been here, helping me out, for nearly two months. Its been amazing, we all adore her, and tomorrow she is going home to Baltimore. I am feeling excited and energized thanks to her presence, and slightly nervous about how I'll get on without her.
I think in large part to assuage my nerves, I've been baking. A lot. I love baked goods, and I figure that if I'm baking, things can't be that scary (you see that logic, right?). I've also persuaded myself that if I bake myself (with the kids) what I would otherwise buy, that its fun, educational, affordable, and well worth the caloric expense (it totally is).
So we made pie yesterday. Apple pie. It couldn't have been a simpler, more satisfying treat. (OK, 'simple' is not the right word for pie-making with a two year old and a newborn. But it was worth it. Totally worth it.) I have not yet figured out how to make a pie look good, but it sure as heck tasted good. What, with a half pound of butter.....
Before pie-making, we took a long, beautiful walk in the woods with my Mom. It was a warm, sunny day, but we could still feel the winter in the air. And of course no walk in the woods would be complete without multiple burpings, nursings, diaper-changings, and re-confirmations about how many cookies someone could expect to have when we got back to the car. (oh help! Ive been on a chocolate chip cookie-baking thing).
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