The Boy is Mine

Ethan is a growing boy.  As of a few months ago he is eating double what he used to.  Maybe triple.  He wakes up starving.  He comes home from school starving.  He eats a before dinner snack,  an after dinner meal and a 'goodnight' snack.  I am sure he would eat more at school if he wasn't so darn busy being the reigning handball champ, or as he calls it "King of the Court".

Wednesday morning he said something about wanting cinnamon rolls.  I can do that!


I am not sure what it is about that boy but he literally melts my heart every single day.  I guess it's just a mother's love.  The kind of love that makes you want to sit and stare at your child and take it all in.


I am noticing there's something different with a boy.  I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think it has something to do with knowing that I am irreplaceable to my girls, but with Ethan, one of these days some girl is going to up and steal his heart away and he won't be mine anymore.

So if Ethan wants cinnamon rolls, I am making them.  I want to make all his culinary wishes come true so that the bar will be set high and he will marry a girl who will feed my baby well.  I guess he won't be a baby anymore, and I guess he's not a baby now, but that's beside the point.

And yes I use my hands to spread the butter.  They can also sub  for a spatula, a spoon or even measuring cups in a pinch.  And by pinch I mean being too lazy to grab the measuring cups. 

 

Here's little Miss Lila eating the photo shoot roll.  Lila likes everything fancy.  My mom has been trying to downsize her house since my sister moved in and couldn't store her mostly broken china anymore.  I love getting rid of things but couldn't bear the thought of my Grandmothers China getting thrown out.  It may be cracked and chipped, but I love it.

I also love this table set that a friend was getting rid of.  I've been wanting patio furniture and am going to see if I can weather proof it. 


Dining Al Fresco is tres chic, not to mention I can forgo the after dinner sweep.  What I noticed after posting these pictures is the book in both Ethan and Lila's picture.  It's the same book.  We have a kajillion books in the house but if one kid has a book, they all want to read it.  Immediately.

 

 Oh and the rolls....  Turned out better than I hoped.  Soft and fluffy, perfectly tender and flaky.  I used THIS recipe.  Of course I had to add in some whole wheat and lessen the sugar but seriously, who's going  to turn down a cinnamon roll?

So as Ethan grows so will his appetite.  I am sure I'll spend many more hours in the kitchen whipping up anything he asks for. 

To all the future girls in my son's life.  You may have youth and beauty (and a little thing like not being related to him) to make him fall more in love with you.  But I'll have more than 20 years of feeding him before you even enter the picture.  

Think you know the way to a man's heart?

Bring It.