History Repeats Itself

They say (whoever "they" is) that history repeats itself, and it has. Last week I noticed Logan had a new haircut, 2 long sides and a burr in the middle. He was smiling so cute and I kept thinking there was definately something different about this little feller. I went in the bedroom and found the evidence, hair and scissors. Finally my eyes focused and I realized he was still at barbering. He's either going to be a wrestler, boxer, barber or handyman when he grows up. Last night Micah came running into the living room with his mouth held open and eyes as big as plates. Another tooth had fallen by the wayside. He was excited about the tooth fairy and asked Pawpaw if the tooth fairy would come if Pawpaw would put his dentures under his own pillow. Pawpaw said, "No Micah, the tooth fairy would take money from my billfold instead of give me money if I did that". This morning Micah looked under his pillow and there was $6.00 from the tooth fairy instead of $7.00 he had from his first lost tooth. Pawpaw told Micah the price goes down as you lose more teeth - - a tooth fairy rule!

OUR LITTLE LEPRECHAUNS

Today we just had to do something special it being Saint Patrick’s Day, end of spring break and my aunt Opha’s birthday too. A special day for sure. Soooo, Micah Mookers (my pet name for him) and I made Pawpaw some pancakes for supper. Pawpaw mentioned earlier he wished we had some pancake mix so he could eat pancakes for supper. He thought about going to the store but really didn’t want to, but darn how he wanted those pancakes! So Micah and I dug out the old cookbook, flipped through all the pancake recipes (all called for buttermilk or something we were out of) and alas, we found a recipe for Swedish Pancakes. We looked in the pantry and there was a partial bottle of Aunt Jemima’s syrup so we were cooking with gas! Oh, the luck of the Irish was with us thus far.

Micah adapted fast. He stirred up the pancakes, flipped them at just the right time and poured more batter in the skillet when he finished the first batch. He couldn’t wait to see Pawpaw’s reaction. Pawpaw was delighted. He was scooping up those hot morsels as fast as they came out of the pan. Uh oh, here comes Logan whining, “I wanted to cook for Pawpaw too”. I knew that would spell trouble since the two of them can’t even watch cartoons together without a fight breaking out, so I told Logan he could cook Brownies later. Oh, the luck of the Irish continues - - he agreed and went on his Merry Way! But not for long…

Would he forget? No! Not on your life? He has a memory like a steal trap. Okay, so Logan stirred up chocolate brownies while sitting in the floor in the middle of the heart shaped, now covered with chocolate rug. What a happy little boy! His mommy helped him put the ingredients together and left him to stir up his magic. I poured the mix in the pan for him and into the oven they went. When they were cool, he came to check on them. I thought he would dive in, but he doesn’t like chocolate, but he remembered this was for Pawpaw and he couldn’t wait to serve him. I cut a square which fell into many crumbles (tasty though) and put a scoop of vanilla ice cream on it. Here he went, a beautiful blue eyed little 3 year old taking his Pawpaw his first endeavor at baking. Pawpaw loved it and the Luck of the Irish was still intact. Pawpaw’s blood sugar didn’t go up toooooo much.

What precious Good Luck Charms Memaw and Pawpaw have in their home. Thanks St. Paddy. It was a good old Irish day!