I was determined to serve these anyway, after the several hours I had invested in making them. I patched them up and here they are, droopy, sliding and not in the original state they were in before the monsoon. Oh well-they tasted good and I think our family will excuse this one baking disappointment from my kitchen. Just this once.
My husband always puts a little something crazy in my stocking, this year we all got a crazy accessory on Christmas morning. As our family members arrived for the two shifts of Christmas that day, they were greeted at the door by all 3 of us, bespectacled in our holiday finery.
Ava wanted to wear her sunglasses all day and squealed every time she saw her Dad and I wearing ours. I even squealed a bit every time I saw my husband wearing those Elton John style goggles too!
A little sleepy and greatly anticipating her pancake breakfast, Ava's second Christmas started and ended with calm and fun, no tantrums, no meltdowns. A very good Christmas indeed.