Monday, April 29, 2013
My grandson, Adam, spent Friday and Saturday here. We had a great time, but when I look back at my tracking, I managed to get breakfast tracked on Friday, but that was it until this morning. It was a busy time, as days with a four year old often are.
The idea of making dandelion cookies was something I mentioned to him some time ago; and there they were, and full bloom, all over the orchard. He was an enthusiastic dandelion picker, and we had more than enough when he was done. We both stood at the sink pulling the dandelions' yellow heads off the stems, and filling a measuring cup with the petals. He helped to measure all the ingredients, and stirred everything in. It was a lot of fun, and of course we had to eat some. However, rather than just keeping them to ourselves, we packed a bag of cookies for his parents, and made sure Grandpa and his aunt and uncle had some too.
When delivering cookies to Grandpa, Adam got a ride on the tractor. That was my cue to get some of the things done I normally do on Fridays, although the operative word here is "some." Then we were off again, as we had to check out what the loggers were doing. This entailed climbing through downed timber, over branches, and some log-walking. He led me a merry chase, and we ended up by walking through the orchard and visiting the chickens.
We got off to an early start Saturday morning (6 AM). He doesn't ever seem to be interested in breakfast right away, so we read some books while Grandma had a cup of coffee. One of the books was about Babar the Elephant learning to cook. One of the elephant children did well at making a chocolate sauce, so the chef made a chocolate cake to go with it. Well, Adam thought that sounded like a great idea, so we made a chocolate pudding cake (1 tablespoon of oil, and I cut down on the sugar and it turned out fine). He had a serving for breakfast, and we decided that he should also take some home for Mom and Dad, so we packed some up. Grandpa and aunt and uncle helped us finish it off at breakfast, along with scrambled eggs and fruit.
Then of course we had to see what the loggers were doing that late morning, along with the added attraction of a portable sawmill that was sawing some of the logs into lumber. He sat on a log and observed the machine do its work for quite a while, and asked lots of questions. It is fun to watch - I enjoyed it too.
Then after that, more log-walking, more scrambling over, under, around, and through piles of logs and branches; to say nothing of going up hill and down hill and then back again. Whew! I could see he was determined to find his way around, as if he was going through a maze. I just let him go and kept an eye out to make sure he was safe, which kept me at a pretty good pace. It was fun to see him think his way through the obstacles, to see if he could avoid doubling back anywhere.
I didn't track minutes or miles or meals, but nevertheless felt successful in that I packed up the extra cookies and cake. I also made the smallest batch I could so there wouldn't be leftovers. It worked out well, and although I had some, the portions were sized correctly.
Yes, I plan on avoiding goodies for a while, as I have certainly had my fair share this last weekend!