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Christopher was able to get some time off of work yesterday, so that he could take little Charlie to yet another doctor appointment. I was fully prepared (ok, not fully) to take the whole gang myself, but- I was very pleased to receive Christopher's "I can take him" text. Because really, taking a sick kid (more on that later), a hyperactive 4 year old, and a having-a-cranky-sort-of-day 2 month old, would have been just short of a nightmare.
After the boys left and the baby closed her eyes, I went into the pantry and pulled out a backup box of Betty Crocker (gf) brownie mix. We keep these kind of things on hand for when we want to bake on a whim, or when we run out of all other ingredients or prepared foods.
"Eleanore, oh Eleanore!" I lured.
And into the kitchen she danced.
I had pulled up a chair, and she stood beside me, helping me pour melted smart balance and flax seeds into the mixing bowl.
After all of the ingredients were good and sticky, into the ghost shaped tin foil cups they went!
Because there were no eggs in our brownies, I handed the messy beater over to Miss Elie, and she proceeded to demolish it with her giraffe tongue.
Whats more fun than licking sweet chocolaty batter? I mean really? I totally got in on the shame-on-me action too. So what.
So how do you think they turned out?
Um, what the heck happened?
Total brownie fail.
Do you think Eleanore cared, though?
Of course not.
Because don't we all secretly want a total brownie fail? A reason to eat a gooey half baked brownies with a fork, straight out of the pan?
Our ghost brownie fail was a success.
Minutes after putting the kids down for their afternoon quiet time, Christopher and I were startled out of our could-have-been-relaxation by a loud "weeee ooooh, weeeee ooooh, honk honk honk!".
What the-
Omg.
The firetruck parade!!
Its fire safety week here at Dyess.
Christopher ran up the stairs, not knowing where the parade was starting or ending, in hopes that he could grab the kids before the trucks turned down Indiana.
Elie rocked the bed head.
Not quite awake, and not sure of why we were standing outside barefoot- Charlie slumberly shouted "fiyeh twuck!" over and over again, while chomping on his binky and shuttling around his Lovey.
Evelyn slept through it.
Hee hee, I see a boogie.
Why wake up for trucks and candy, anyways? Lame.
Soon the sirens got louder.
It had to be getting close!
"They're coming, they're coming!"
"FIRE TRUCK FIRE TRUCK FIRE TRUCK!"
Charlie couldn't stand still. As soon as the parade rounded the bend, he took off.
Into the side yard he rocketed.
Was there really a parade coming right towards us?
On our street?
Fire trucks?!
...surely Charlie was dreaming.
While Eleanore was jumping up and down, collecting suckers that had been thrown from moving vehicles, Charlie was running back and forth across the driveway.
"Daddy, do you see this?!"
This was too good to be true.
The kids, went crazy.
Sometimes living on an Air Force Base is pretty awesome.
Its not everyday that firetrucks throw frisbees, suckers, and smarties out their windows at you. While you're in your own driveway.
...
So much for quiet time.
