The icing on the pie

Yesterday the Princess was feeling well enough to go to daycare so I returned to work.  It was a long day, made longer by the flashy heels I was wearing and refused to change out of….and made even longer by the realization that it was full dark by 5:45 p.m.! As usual, the first thing I did after getting home was turned on the Keurig and made myself a nice cup of energy.  Then I started dinner.

While I sipped on my coffee, I browsed some blogs.  Then I came across a recipe that I had left up for bite sized apple pies.

I intended to make these with the kids on Sunday but I was behind on laundry and household chores so didn’t get to it.  Most of the crafts or “quality time” we spend together is on the weekends.  After picking up the kids from two different schools, we don’t get home until 6:30pm-7:00pm which leaves little time for cooking and eating dinner and baths. But the recipe looked easy…

It was easy and the kids loved sprinkling the cinnamon sugar on the crust and rolling up the mini pies. It was so fun that I forgot to take photos (oops–I’m new to this blogging thing!)

And they both took the fastest showers ever which was a bonus.  We sat at the table and had vanilla ice cream and pies. It was perfect.

I love spending time with the two monkeys.

I asked the Scrugglets what their favorite part of the day was…
Me: my favorite part was making apple pies with you
Pea: my favorite part was eating them with yummy ice cream!
Wy: my favorite time was spending it with Mommy.

Last night, I left my computer and phone and spent a half hour doing something unexpected and fun with my mini and my husband’s mini.

The only thing that would have made it better would have been if he was here to enjoy it with us.

It’s been tough dealing with the pregnancy loss and the juvenile arthritis issues without my other half standing beside me but he’ll be home soon and we’ll bake a pie for him too (don’t worry, babe, we’ll make yours with Splenda and no butter).

Sometimes it is best to shut everything off and hang out with the little ones.  They remember the fun stuff.  I will remember the fun stuff.  Bedtime was half an hour later but it was worth it.