Christmas Confection Perfection

 

Mutilated apples can only mean one thing...



Phase two.

                                  



Ahh mini apples, it can be done!

 It happens every year, a panicked run to the store of confectionery genius results in a box full of chocolate, caramel and apple skewers.  The resulting project is the product of years of accumulated practice.  It started years ago with the candy coating of full apples which was losing its appeal somewhere around 70 apples in 2007 so came the transition to melon ballers and mini apples.  It took some trial and error but with some success we have turned out these beauties for the past few years, and at the risk of tooting my own horn, they are great, fantastic, stupendous... and down right tasty. TOOOOOOOOOOOOOTT.  So it is, that I now know the Christmas season of 2010 is in full swing.  

Epic Melt-down

Semi accurate depiction =)

In light of my previous post you might conclude that Lucy is on the verge of adult-hood, let me assure you that this is not the case. On Sunday prior to last I was privileged to be made the center of attention in the middle of sacrament meeting by two children who so dearly love their mother that in their consternation at her departure to the stand that I was forced to evacuate the building with not one but two screaming children firmly grasped in the football hold. So as luck would have it to accompany the youth centered meeting the musical number was being performed by the youth and their leaders. As Andrea is in the young women's she promptly left for the podium on cue, also on cue a (as of late) very codependent Lucy also started up on cue. So as Lucy's vocalizations escalated I decided to attempt to leave Will with our good neighbors the Collins who were conveniently sharing our pew. In the foyer as I started to calm Lucy down I heard the distinct wail of our little boy. So I hauled Lucy somewhat calmed back in hoping to be in the clear. Upon sitting down Lucy locked eyes on Mommy and my two monkeys reached a crescendo that drowned out the entire youth program in our ward. So grasping (as previously mentioned) them in the effective fatherly football hold out we dashed.

Disclaimer: This is out of character for either of our kiddos thus more alarming for Daddy and plenty entertaining for the spectators.        

Growing Up

Focus, focus...

What can be said when you see the little one you love so much striking out on their own. No Lucy has not moved out, but she has now denied me the right to help her button up her ni-nights. I suppose only a parent knows the bitter sweet feeling of letting go of such a simple thing as buttoning up a shirt. Silly it may seem, but it was a land-mark moment for me to see her venture into the future with this little piece of independence.