The other evening aka 5:30pm, Jack and Griffin were playing on the patio as I began the whole dinner process. They were sharing, even happy and it was quiet in my kitchen. This scene is lovey, but short lived. I'd say five minutes and then Jack's face started turning red and he screamed something about Griffin being a banana peel. Now I'm trying not to laugh and suppressing my own anger at their constant rifts.
We came inside and made The Pioneer Woman, Buttermilk Biscuits. I thought it couldn't be done, but somehow it was the most magical event. Both boys helped pour, mix, roll, press and place the biscuits. They even mostly ate the biscuits (which are wonderful) and somehow in all this pleasure Daddy came home. So sometimes I really am a good mom. Ha! (still convincing myself)
4 comments:
Good job. Those biscuits sound yummy. I'm sure you are a great mom.
What a WONDERFUL day!! And biscuits? with 2 children? Only in my wildest dreams could that happen!! You are the cutest mommy, ever!
If the worst thing they call each other is "banana peel," then I'd say you're doing a pretty good job! We hear things like "I hate you!"
Oh my goodness, those boys are so adorable and getting so big!!!!!
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