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Friends, my awesome mother, and the pie that would never end
By Moriah on October 9th, 2008
My real-life friend Nicky had her baby via c-section (footling breech) oh, about two weeks ago. She obviously couldn’t do much of anything for the first several days and has become quite the pro at couch-sitting.
So I wasn’t surprised when she jumped at the chance to come over yesterday, even though that would mean, by default, six children in one very tiny living room. Her sister Darcee is in town to help her, and also came over.
We had tea and scones, which was perfect fare for a rainy morning.
But I noticed something.
My kids, especially Drew, find it extremely difficult to listen (and therefore obey) when people are over. Case in point: Drew wanted to jump from the coffee chest over to the couch. But the couch was already filled with Nicky and baby, me, and either one or both of my girls. NO ROOM.
I told him ‘no.’
He came over anyway, accidentally stepping on the new baby’s tiny leg. Nicky has THE MOST fortitude of any young mother I know – she hardly reacted at all, while my head almost exploded into a million pieces and my eyes flew out the window.
After they had gone and my kids had eaten their lunch, my parents returned from their little Atlanta and Huntsville trips. I LOVE it when my mom comes, and one of the reasons is she likes (who can believe it?!) to clean.
So I have possibly the sparkliest kitchen I’ve ever had, thanks to my mom and her servant heart.
Her birthday is today, and everyone who knows her well knows she loves pie more than cake. She mentioned making a pie – and at that instant my mouth started watering for a pie. Let’s make one for dinner tonight!!
I needed a fridge light bulb anyway, so while my kids were still napping I ran over to Walmart and got it and the stuff for a banana cream pie – my favorite.
I made two pie shells, she made them pretty, and then started to make the vanilla pudding. All I keep on hand is rice milk and not surprisingly, the pudding never thickened. We put it over the bananas and crust anyway, hoping it would gel in the fridge.
Yeah. Nope.
So we scraped out the pie guts into a colander, rinsed the shells with water and placed them back in the oven to dry out (genius idea!) and I went to the nearest grocery store to get regular milk and the Jell-O brand of pudding.
Because I was GOING to have that pie.
We had a nice dinner also with my sisters, mostly uneventful. Andy was already at work so I was sad he had to miss it. And then my mom proceeded to vacuum my whole house.
But I would love her even if she just sat on the couch.
7 Responses to “Friends, my awesome mother, and the pie that would never end”
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I heart your mom! Tell her she can come see me when the cleaning bug bites! I’m close!
I wish I liked bananas. But I do love pie, so I’ll just imagine it was coconut cream or apple or pumpkin or pecan or cherry or blueberry. I’m thinkin’ I may have to make one now. :)
I probably would have reacted a little more to Drew’s stepping on Seb’s leg if my own son hadn’t been hitting him over the head with a bat that very morning. : )
Thanks again for sharing some highlights from your life. The distance doesn’t feel so far when I know what you are doing. Happy to hear Nicky’s doing well. I think my eyes would have been poping out the window too if my kid stepped on someone else’s newborn! :)
Oh, I love pie! And can I borrow your mom? Mine would never come over just to clean LOL
What a sweet post about your mom. Lurrve the inventiveness, too. Who knew rice milk wouldn’t work? I hope the pie was delish. (hopping over from Mer’s BTW)
Dont worry Im just like you. If my son could just listen the first time I wouldnt have to yell at him.
BTW the tea and scones party with the friends sounded delightful.
Happy Birthday to your Mom! We love Pie too!!! Especiallly ones with bannans! YUMMY!