On Tuesday I had to take Grace to the doctors because she was awake half the night in agony. Turns out she had a full blown ear infection. She stayed home from school for two days in a row because of it and is on antibiotics.
On Wednesday, Rich and I drove to Vermont to watch the very first wrestling event at Ethan’s college. We watched him wrestle in the exhibition matches before the main event. He lost to his opponent and then by the end of the night the varsity team ended up losing by a distant tie breaker. It was such a close competition. The gym was packed and I loved how the refs encouraged all the young kids in the stands to come down and sit right by the mat to watch. So, this was my favorite photo of the whole night, just because of this dear little boy who reminded me so much of Seth:
After the meet Ethan was about to faint from hunger (slight exaggeration) and all he could do was think about food, so we took him to the college cafe and ordered two pizzas. He wolfed down three pieces and then we got him a Ben and Jerry’s frozen yogurt to take back to his dorm room to eat in bed while watching Netflix. Rich and I drove back home and were in bed by 1:15 in the morning.
Moving on…..this post is actually about my son Caleb, who is rarely featured on my blog anymore because he is a little camera shy. My early posts were pretty much all about him because he was my baby at the time. Always a mama’s boy, always with a tender heart toward others. Of course he has his silly side, and has made a name for himself at school and at football as “the boy who can make realistic chicken sounds.” I’ll record it for you one of these days.
I LOVE KING ARTHUR FLOUR!!!!!!! Caleb is in 6th grade and King Arthur FLOUR came to his school and taught the children HOW TO BAKE BREAD!!!!! Can you even imagine? What a blessed change from assemblies about “bullying” and “whatever social issue needs to be discussed” –not that there is anything wrong with that but you know what I mean. They learned to bake bread!
Each child was given a fabric bag filled with goodies to take home. Inside, there were two little bags of flour (so cute!) a flexible plastic scraper (I never knew how convenient they were!), yeast, and an instruction booklet written on a level for children to learn and understand (amusing!)
UNFORTUNATELY for Caleb, he was bit on Wednesday night on the hand. By Thursday it had become infected and was pink and somewhat swollen. He told me it was a scratch and as I am a “oh you’ll be fine” sort of mom, we set to work baking the bread together.
After he washed his hands with powerful soap over and over under my watchful eye.
“Mom, the dough is like pancake batter.”
We kept adding the flour.
One cup at a time. No mixer, just a bowl and a spoon.
He learned at school how to use the edge of the scraper to level off the cup.
The bag of flour was too small to fit a measuring cup inside of it so we dumped each bag into a mixing bowl.
“Mom the dough is like cake batter now.”
He was very observant. And you can tell he is experienced in all kinds of batter, too. Comes from years in the kitchen with Mom. 🙂
“Mom you stir it now, my hand hurts.”
Here is the entire free download of recipes if you would like to try Caleb’s bread:
Naturally, because of *infection-hand* I did the kneading as well. (Caleb didn’t touch the dough)
The finished dough ball.
Truth be told, as I spent time with my son, I realized that his hand was worse than my original diagnosis. So, I called the doctors and took him in to get it checked while the dough was rising in the fridge.
I was sort of apologetic at first that I didn’t wait to see if it would clear up on its own but the doctor said, “No. I am so glad you didn’t wait on this. Always trust your gut. I know you and you have a good gut.”
Thanks to the mother’s gut, it was antibiotics and an excuse note to miss Football practice for Mr. C.
For those of you who do not know yet (young moms) if you see a red streak (like what is on Caleb’s wrist) coming from the wound, you should take your child to the doctors sooner rather than later.
It was at the doctors that I learned that his “scratch” was truly a “bite”. He didn’t want to tell me that he was bitten.
Guess who bit him?
Therefore, hours later, after the doctors, after football practice (during which Caleb sat out), we finally baked the bread.
Second rise, right before popping it into the oven (after removing plastic wrap, of course).
Half the dough was used to make a loaf, the other half to make cinnamon rolls.
This loaf was taken to school today to be donated to someone in need.
While the rolls cooled, we naturally watched a HIGHLY RECOMMENDED show full of bready goodness for all ages: Wallis and Gromit’s of A Matter of Loaf and Death. (it’s on amazon prime I believe)
The cinnamon rolls were soooooooooo good! Oh it was a gift, to “snuggie” (that’s what I say, I say, “Seth come snuggie with me.”) on the couch with Caleb and Seth to watch a nice show and then eat cinnamon rolls together right before bed.
tired mama, but happy mama, & precious boy o’mine
By the way, I rubbed pressed garlic on his infection twice last night and by this morning it was looking much better. Of course it could have been from the one dose of antibiotics that he had after his appointment, too. He’ll be on it for 10 days.
Aren’t you glad it’s Friday? I sure am!