so, this post of cake pops and big oranges with a few photos of the food we’ve been eating has stopped me in my tracks. i look at that child of mine and it doesn’t make sense that she is mine. it doesn’t make sense that i am that old. i don’t think i care about getting older, it just doesn’t make sense.
is my longing for them when they were little simply connected to a longing for myself back then (and actually, i was littler then). i see younger mamas bring their babies to preschool and i see myself getting farther and farther away. oh time, what a weird thing.
but my bigger and wiser babies are able to do things like……make cake pops!
in making these, i realized i’d never actually eaten a cake pop. i’d seen then and swooned over their cuteness. but i never ate one.
they are cake, crumbled up , frosting mixed in, shaped into balls, frozen and dipped in melted chocolate…suh-uh-uh-uh-weet and quite a bit of work! but oh, they are cute.
eliza made her own cupcake display in honor of “people should all get along no matter what they look like and that would make peace and dr king’s dream come true.” true, baby.
so, super sweet treats,
big oranges (and when combined with grapefruit, micah will easily eat five a day),
food that tastes better when fried for just a moment in a cast iron skillet with a bit of butter,
claiming this getting older,
some things will remain the same.
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Oh my…Naomi’s eyes are beautiful!