This winter has been rather relentless by Boulder standards.
Fear of summer wildfires takes the edge off of heavy snowfall, it just means we are a little bit safer come August. But this is ridiculous.
The only thing I don’t like about the snow is that it keeps me away from my beloved Tabby.
Of course this is all Tabby’s fault. It she didn’t have a stupid hairless dog, we could walk regardless of the weather. Blue, after all, loves the snow.
Instead of walking the dogs, I had a couple kids come over to spend the night.
I’ll quote my mother by saying that raising kids is “just like having dogs”.
It still irritates the shit out of me when people who don’t have kids say that.
For one, having kids sucks more.
But I do believe that an exhausted kid is a well-behaved kid so I took them to the pool and let them waste themselves in the water.
The hardest thing about sleepover is managing Blue. Like many people are loathe to admit about themselves, Blue loves his kids but hates everyone else’s. Therefore he is sequestered to my office for the duration.
I can’t have him running around and biting everyone, now can I?
The kids slept like a dream (after I shoved pizza into them and put on a couple DVDs) and this morning I was feeling generous so I made German Dutch Apple Pancakes or Oven Babies as Nikki likes to call them.
I miss Nikki (hi).
This recipe is compliments of Cook’s Illustrated, aka Kitchen Porn. But if you are like me and like to wing it, it is nothing more than apples sautéed in butter, cinnamon and brown sugar, doused with crepe batter and shoved into a blazing hot oven.
We ate the shit out of them.
When 9:00 neared (the scheduled ending time) I rounded up everyone’s stuff and got them ready to go.
I didn’t want to appear too eager or anything, it was a good sleepover and no one whined, cried, got attacked by the dog or peed on the couch so I was feeling pretty serene.
However, I have a dress that is just dying to be pieced together.
I preshrunk the fabric (you only have to make the mistake of not preshrinking your fabric once to learn your lesson) and cut it out last night while the kids watched a DVD.
The irony of sewing a sundress in the midst of a snowstorm is not lost on me but I firmly believe in the motto, Sew it and spring will come.