even a three year old can roll it out. .
and rereoll it out. . .
and it is still turns out light at flaky.
I was just about to roll out some pastry for a chocolate pie in the afternoon when the offer to assist came swift and without hesitation.
Of course he could help.
The lil' farm hand whipped off his shirt. . .( I didn't enquire why). .
and proceeded to roll out the extra bits of pastry.
He did well.
I handed him the sugar shaker and the cinnamon shaker and he sprinkled a good dose of each on his rolled out pastry.
I started him rolling it up. . .
and he declared he could do it. .
and so he did.
He also felt quite adept at cutting off the little rolls and then assisted Grandpa in placing them on parchment paper.
He cleaned up. ..three year old style.
Kanneloni Macaroni. . .
pushed over a chair when she saw that it was time to wash the lettuce for the salad.
She took the washed lettuce out of the sink. .
hucked placed it into the lettuce spinner.
I spun the lettuce and then held the bag for her to put the dried lettuce into.
This as you can well imagine . . .
made the job much
and we drained the sink.
So. . .
the day after the big hoopla. . .
I was firmly grounded by the grands.
At dinner time. I was sitting between the two oldest.
I leaned over and asked Grandgirlie (who is also three) . . "did you see grammie on TV?"
as though it was the most natural occurrence.
Yesterday it was back to normal routines.
I had a hygiene appointment.
I ran a bunch of errands.
Made my beloved's favorite cookies. .
and ran to the shop on and off to see what he was up to.
I did some laundry .. .
some ironing. . .
and joined some dear friends for dinner.
It might be a lot of fun to do things that we will only do once in our life. .
but at the end of the day. . .
if I had to choose doing either day only once in my lifetime .. .
I wouldn't trade my Monday for a year full of "that" Sunday.
Remembering what matters most.
all for now .. .