This is Oliver Jesse

Silly in every way...

Hooray for husbands who wash the dishes when wives have had it with homework and housework!

The Story of Jesse's Life: Scones

Yesterday afternoon I was sitting on the couch...trying to decide if I would rather watch unending episodes of Medium, or write my paper on Cognitive Development

(Piaget and Vygotsky have been my best friends this week...wait? Didn't I already take Human Development AND Early Childhood? Alas, I am there again, but it could be worse...Anywho),   

Jesse came in and made a speech, complete with hand gestures, about how delicious a scone covered with butter and homemade strawberry jam might be.

I shrugged my shoulders and pretended not to be interested while he rummaged through the kitchen for my roll dough recipe...

that's right, lovelies, I now have a roll dough recipe because sometimes, every now and again, I like to make rolls...from scratch...in the bread machine. Hey, it counts!

I had to pretend I didn't want any for a while in order to avoid helping...

yes...sometimes I am just that lazy.

When the scone making process started to look fun, I got up and joined Jesse...and would you believe he started bossing me around...

"You need more flour" and "let that rise for a minute" and "Why did you use the pizza cutter to make a squiggly line in my dough?"

I thought it was a little bit funny that our kitchen roles had been so completely reversed...I mean, I'm usually the one bossing people around in my kitchen, so I teased,

"Since when did you get to be such a scone expert, huh?"

His reply,

"Since I just got off the phone with my mom."

And it was TRUE! They were, quite possibly, the BEST SCONES I HAD EVER TASTED! That Jacque sure knows a thing or two about scones...among many other things.

They were so good that I made him *pinky promise with his left hand (That means it was legit!) that he would make them for our family every Fast Sunday from now through eternity...

It is totally happening. My kids can thank me later.

*Thank you, ShaNeil, for making this family tradition possible by teaching me about pink promises with left hands...

The Story of Jesse's Life: Triple Dipping

Thank you for sharing your chips and salsa with our son...Try not to mind his multiple dips...

Welcome Winter!

I know it sounds like a lot to ask but...

Please provide snow on Christmas and my birthday...and please, pretty please, make room for spring in March... 

PENNSYLVANIA

Jesse's trip to Philadelphia has come and gone.

He said it was great,

And that the roads are CRAZY,
But the drivers were so nice.

He also thinks that he impressed his interviewer.

Would you like to know something a little bit silly???

Jesse was invited to interview a couple of months ago (I'm thinking august?)...but we couldn't really afford to send him then, so Jesse called the school and asked what the interview window was. When told he had plenty of time, he asked if there would be a penalty for waiting and was told no. Well, there was. The school had already sent acceptance letters to enough people to fill the program.

Jesse was told, however, not worry because the roll over rate on the wait list is pretty high since most people who get accepted to programs, get accepted to more than one...we'll keep our fingers crossed.

What did we learn?

It is all one big game!

And that's fine.

We like to play games.