We left Friday morning to visit my son and his family. His birthday was last Thursday, and it has been an awfully long time since we were able to celebrate it with him. I made a batch of bread dough up, and baked a cake. I cut up the strawberries, and had heavy whipping cream to be turned into whipped topping for a strawberry short cake. We have a cooler that held it all. along with the pepperonis, the home made mozzarella cheese, and spaghetti sauce from our own tomatoes. We plugged the cooler into the cigarette lighter and voila, everything stayed cold for the 5 hour trip.
My 4 year old grandaughter helped me roll out the dough and make the pepperoni rolls (one layer of parmesan, a layer of 3 pepperoni, a layer of mozzarella, top it all off with another layer of pepperoni and roll it up). She had her little apron on, her little rolling pin at the ready, and she stood on the other side of the island in her mother's helper. It was great fun for both of us.
The pepperoni rolls were finished at just about the same time that her father finished at the office and did his arduous commute down the stairs. The rolls were a childhood favorite, and all these years later, he still seemed to enjoy them. He also seemed happy with his gifts, a gyuto knife and a block of habanero cheddar cheese from the Amish store.
It was a such a happy weekend with the granddaughters. The baby is not quite two months old but I got a smile today, and I am convinced it wasn't gas. The four year old and I had a wonderful weekend playing Go Fish, reading books, taking walks. We went to the playground, we went out for supper, and we gave a unicorn a bath.
The thing that I love best is that every night, when we went to bed, the door would very quietly creak open, and a little figure from across the hall would slip in to tell me something. Once it was to lend me her Thumper bunny to sleep with. I think that she just wanted to make sure that I was still going to be there the next morning. It was a wonderful long weekend, and the best part, when we were getting ready together this morning, she studied me in the mirror, and said wistfully, "I wish you could visit me every day."
Me too. Me. too.
Tim and I left this morning and had a leisurely trip home with a couple side trips. We had a late supper, tomato soup with grilled cheese, and then walked out to take the shopping cart someone left in front of our house back to the grocery store where it belonged. We made a circle to the library and then walked back home.
The evening breeze was cool. It feels like rain is coming in. A comfortable night for a walk and a good way to work the kinks out after our day in the car.
Hairy the cat met us on the side walk, and he was glad to see us, leading the way up the driveway. Car Cat was there too, and they both meowed and led the way up to the driveway where they knew that they would be fed.
My house seems so quiet after a weekend with a baby and a four year old.