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Dec. 21st, 2012 08:37 pmI am highly amused/entertained by this full time Auntie thing. Vs. seeing the nieces/nephew maybe once a year. I am not Auntie Mame....yet, but I definitely enjoy having the kids around to play and just whoop it up. I sort of made it a point to stand back and let them kind of guide the relationship because I was more of a mythical relation than a real live person, but it felt good that one of my nieces who is a lot more shy, will trust me to help her along in a complicated play structure and allows me to encourage her to keep trying.
Today my nephew came over to make marshmallows. He is the embryo gourmet and he was curious as to how something that is typically store bought could be had at home. It was a good experience all around and he was pretty floored that he had a huge pile of marshmallows to take home. I made chocolate fudge earlier in the day and accidentally burned the inside of my wrist when some of the chocolate splattered. I used the burn as a hilarious visual aid of why safety is important in cooking. "You want to keep a glass of cold water near in case you burn your fingers or something. In my case it was something. LOOK AT THIS!!" And I always need at least one burn at Christmas time. Last year it was a duck fat burn on my arm. At least my burns are the result of decadence right? While we were doing that, Senor Onion was setting up minecraft to show his cousin, and the girls were running around screaming upstairs. We are still a novelty with our batch of toys. The little monsters would show up, sneak off with more Christmas cookies from the tin, and then scream some more. This is a pretty good time. I will pretty much let you eat whatever you can find in the house unless it is for later. (a typical Italian Mother comment, "DON'T TOUCH THAT.. THAT'S FOR LATER!") I was handing out drinks, biscuits, satsumas, bananas, crackers. Are you hungry? I can't let you leave this house feeling hungry. That is unnatural. I had A LOT of "help" when it was time to coat the marshmallows in icing sugar. The kitchen was coated with the stuff. The children were coated with the stuff. There was sugar on the sugar.
I fed tea to grown ups. I discussed Christmas with my sister in law. We may bring secret booze. We are going out for drinks tomorrow night with a few others because you sort of have to brace yourself for Jenner family Christmas. A tsunami of holiday-ness.
About the time the children reached their peak of manic energy, it was time to send people home as they had to have their dinners and we were to have ours. A genuinely fun afternoon.
The fallen wall is the source of a lot of conversation in the neighborhood. The man across the road apparently does wall building, so he gave me his card. I believe his daughter may have gone to school with my husband. Anyhow, he had fun looking at the wall. It was mostly put together with dirt and not proper lime and it was like he was itching to rebuild that wall. The postman found it pretty neat to look at as well. "your wall isn't doing so well is it?" "Nope. It was tired of being a wall."
Some people talk about the weather, I have a fallen wall.
Let's eat more fudge and will the sun to return.
Today my nephew came over to make marshmallows. He is the embryo gourmet and he was curious as to how something that is typically store bought could be had at home. It was a good experience all around and he was pretty floored that he had a huge pile of marshmallows to take home. I made chocolate fudge earlier in the day and accidentally burned the inside of my wrist when some of the chocolate splattered. I used the burn as a hilarious visual aid of why safety is important in cooking. "You want to keep a glass of cold water near in case you burn your fingers or something. In my case it was something. LOOK AT THIS!!" And I always need at least one burn at Christmas time. Last year it was a duck fat burn on my arm. At least my burns are the result of decadence right? While we were doing that, Senor Onion was setting up minecraft to show his cousin, and the girls were running around screaming upstairs. We are still a novelty with our batch of toys. The little monsters would show up, sneak off with more Christmas cookies from the tin, and then scream some more. This is a pretty good time. I will pretty much let you eat whatever you can find in the house unless it is for later. (a typical Italian Mother comment, "DON'T TOUCH THAT.. THAT'S FOR LATER!") I was handing out drinks, biscuits, satsumas, bananas, crackers. Are you hungry? I can't let you leave this house feeling hungry. That is unnatural. I had A LOT of "help" when it was time to coat the marshmallows in icing sugar. The kitchen was coated with the stuff. The children were coated with the stuff. There was sugar on the sugar.
I fed tea to grown ups. I discussed Christmas with my sister in law. We may bring secret booze. We are going out for drinks tomorrow night with a few others because you sort of have to brace yourself for Jenner family Christmas. A tsunami of holiday-ness.
About the time the children reached their peak of manic energy, it was time to send people home as they had to have their dinners and we were to have ours. A genuinely fun afternoon.
The fallen wall is the source of a lot of conversation in the neighborhood. The man across the road apparently does wall building, so he gave me his card. I believe his daughter may have gone to school with my husband. Anyhow, he had fun looking at the wall. It was mostly put together with dirt and not proper lime and it was like he was itching to rebuild that wall. The postman found it pretty neat to look at as well. "your wall isn't doing so well is it?" "Nope. It was tired of being a wall."
Some people talk about the weather, I have a fallen wall.
Let's eat more fudge and will the sun to return.
