I cleaned out / organized the freezer a few weeks ago and found several balls of frozen pastry - and this afternoon, decided to thaw a few out to make a blueberry pie; when preceded by hot dogs and smokies (and carrots and peas), my thinking was that it'd really elevate the wow-factor of our meal (save the very best for last). Indeed it was the high point, for afterwards there were a few lows: while changing Jordan's diaper after dinner he successfully hammered his foot into his poopy diaper sending bits careening willy-nilly all over his leg. Flailing baby and frantic cleanup complete, Alana calls me to the bathroom where she has left a trail of turds (literally) along with a little here and there on her pants and new Elsa socks. And then I notice more poop on Jordan's shoulder while he's standing naked at the bathtub (waiting for a bath and distracted by the water) - and you know I can't say for sure who produced the poop. And all of this was after Alana dropped two pieces of blueberry pie on the front mat en route to Sandra and Bruce's house across the street; it smothered her favourite dress, the mat, the porch -
after a mess-free spill-free stain-free dinner and dessert. Oh oh oh well...
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