I love to send email photo updates to my friends while their children are playing at our house. Friday night we were lucky to have one of our nearest and dearest here for a sleep over. What follows is the exact email (names removed to protect the innocent) I sent to her mother. Oh, and the recipe for the Orecchiette with Broccoli Rabe, Italian Sausage & Sea Scallops is, of course, available upon request.
To my good friend (and your husband to the extent that he is interested),
Please do not hate me for the blue eye shadow on your seven year old daughter. It’s not like the girls are going anywhere and our only son is at a friend’s house. Actually they got into my Bobbie Brown while I was making dinner. Which is fine as I haven’t worn make up since child number three arrived on the scene.
Your daughter loved the pasta. And the sausage. The sea scallops not so much. I tried my best to hide the blanched broccoli rabe because as we all know greens, especially those of the hand picked, organic variety are hardly appreciated by the under 40 crowd. Her gracious manners reflected those of her mother’s. But truth be told, she could have spit every last bite out and I would have loved her all the same. She took her Benadryl *** and had dessert — a little chablis, I mean popsicle and a fake Oreo aka Newman O’s.
As I write this the girls are painting with non-toxic, semi-washable paints. Hopefully not on my walls (Benjamin-Moore 0C-7). There has been plenty of discourse as to whether or not Because of Winn-Dixie is an acceptable movie. And by acceptable I mean likable. If they do not agree that a movie is a perfectly reasonable Friday night entertainment option, I will let them wash the dishes and do 12 loads of laundry as an alternative. Then I will be able to plop my advanced-maternal-aged ass down on the sofa and watch it for them. For the record, I do not believe ironing is appropriate until children are at least 10 years old. So rest assured all activities at our home are age appropriate.
Finally, I leave you with a photo of the man of our house. Clearly he isn’t afforded the opportunity to eat very often so when a humble plate of pasta is placed before him he greets it with the enthusiasm of a child. Well, not the enthusiasm of the children in this home as I’ve already expressed that the pasta was greeted with only mediocre disdain.
In closing, I promise there have been shrills, laughter, and only a few tears. No worries as there was nothing truly insurance worthy. Each of the four girls has shed a tear, I would be remiss not to admit this. My own #3 was the first to cry. Hearing a shrill that was Oscar worthy I dropped everything to race to her side only to find a spiral binder from the art room shelf had fallen upon her big toe. Very soon after my #2 cried with a bellow that summoned a neighbor (two streets over who was also in search of wine) and alerted us to the fact that a marker top had busted her upper lip in two. Gallons of blood and several transfusions later, she finished the butterfly and flower masterpiece she started. Just as I thought the drama was limited to the daughters of The Schell Family, a tiny, barely audible, but clearly panicked cried came forth from the art room. Your darling daughter suffered a scratch that only 5 choices of band-aids could cure. Please believe me when I promise there is absolutely no chance of a staphylococcus (type) infection. ***
Alas, it is time to move on from my synopsis. The girls have settled on a Disney movie and are happy as clams. Littlest, however, has a poopy diaper that none of the older girls have volunteered to change. I guess I have to draw the line somewhere on age appropriateness chores. After all we are not the Duggars.
I hope you are having fun with the fifth grade boys at your house and I wonder how our experiences compare. I wish you patience and fortitude of the red wine varietal.
Good night dearest of friends and thank you for trusting your littlest blessing with me.
*** Regarding the Benadryl — it has been approximately 2 hours since your daughter ingested the tiny grape pill and she is showing absolutely no signs of side-affects (sleepiness). In regard to the scratch that required a choice of five band-aids, I cannot be responsible for any airborne or Oreo-type cookie induced infection that may or may-not occur.
What a cute and funny post!! And really yummy dinner!!! Is that a cream sauce I spy? The 100…I mean 40 days are up? It seemed like so much longer to me. I was oh-so-happy to see your comment the other day! I hope all is well with you!
Where’s the recipe?! 🙂 This is too funny:)
Lida Payne says
If one does not have her greens delivered, where would be the place to purchase the green garlic, as I must have that vinagrette?! My grocery shopping talent/stamina is not as yours, so I may be headed to my fave Fresh Plus, but don’t think it will be there…!
Hungry for More says
Where are you? I’m tuning in and am reading all the wonderful blogs in hopes of spying a new one!
I have started looking all over for this stuff. Thankfully I just came across it at Bing.