Living Like Royalty...

My boys LOVE cooking.

A little too much.

 

 

If I even walk into the kitchen Rocco & Roo pop up magically, out of nowhere,

"What are we making?" & "What can I do?"

 

I can't lie...drives me a tad bonkers.

& then I hand them kitchen tools

because there is NO WAY to get them away.

None.

 

If I turn on a cooking show they jump on my lap to watch it too.

 

So when Bo got this little book from his school library,

 

 

and found this recipe...Castle Pies,

 

 

I knew it meant we were making Castle Pies.

All of us.

 

Luckily, there were jobs for everyone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rocco said, "Bo, I can tell you are a

great cook cause you made a huge mess," he was serious,

and by round 3 the shirt came off.

 

 

We were not crazy of the idea of

figs, cloves, pepper & honey filling,

so we filled those babies up with

cherry & raspberry pie filling.

 

 

And let me tell you those mini Castle Pies were way too good.

I had 3. 

2 for me & 1 for the baby,

and I was too full to eat my dinner.

 

Annie grabbed my camera, as any blogging daughter would,

and caught Kelly taste testing, "What do you think Dad?"

Our only problem was:

 

 

This guy.

 

 

He couldn't keep his hands off them while they were cooling.

I think he ate more than me,

and he still ate his dinner!

 

We might not live in a castle but we ate like kings.

The only things missing were our crowns.

(But you can bet we all would have been in crowns if I would have thought of it at the time.)

 

 

The Last Day

We don't even call winter WINTER. 

At our house...we call it HOCKEY SEASON.

 

Annie, Bo, & Rocco all play

And it gets crazy! 

 

Annie

 

 

Bo

 

 

Rocco

 

The weekends get sooooo crazy!

Besides Annie's many weeknight practices,

our weekends can be anywhere from 4-7 games.

 

 But just look at my boys...

 

 

8 is my number this year...since soon we will be a family of 8.

 

Today was Rocco's last day of the season.

 

 

It was my shift as Kel was with Bo at his game.

 

 

Do you have any idea how cute 5 year olds are

zooming around when they can barely see over the boards?

 

 

And at his game, he scored twice.

 

Sure maybe, both times, he plowed down

his own teammates right in front of the net,

stole the puck from them, and shot it in net.

I was proud anyway.

 

But that wasn't my favorite part.

My favorite part was that every time he fell down, scored a goal, or thought he was doing a cool move...

 

...he looked for me.

 

Even in the midst of all the chaos,

He would look up to the stands,

look me in the eyes & smile.

 

 

And of course my heart would swell & I'd smile right back.

 

 

 

 

I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.