Wednesday, February 20, 2008

To Do Lists

Most of my time the past few days has been devoted to baking cakes. I'm in the middle of trying to make a wedding cake for my sister and it has been an interesting experience. I'm just glad that I didn't embark on this project on Thursday night. That would have been disastrous.

Of the first three layers I baked, two crumbled when I tried to take them out of the pan. I had already used up three boxes of white cake mix from our food storage (no, I am not making her cake from scratch; yes, we have cake mix in our food storage). We didn't have much of a selection left and I already had one nice layer of white cake already baked. Since we had just gone grocery shopping we knew that cake mix was on sale at Macey's. We decided we would buy some more. (Somehow I spaced the fact that I would be making a colossal cake this week while we were out shopping. Oh, well.)

Andrew went to write that up on our white board, along with Crisco since I had tried greasing the pans with butter and that was an utter failure. He was just finishing up the O in Crisco when I started reading over his shoulder.

"What does that say?" I asked.

"Argh!" he said, fixing up the E in white, "It says white. That's an E."

"I know that says white," I teased him, "What does the rest say?"

"White Ca..." he started, but couldn't get the rest out because he was laughing so hard.

White Cax Make--I've never seen that on a shopping list before. Not only could Andrew's penmanship rival President Grant's for illegibility, he was writing completely nonsense words.

Of course, my handwriting is not much better. I can write nicely...I just often choose not to employ my skills. Especially when I'm in a rush and/or I don't care about the finished product.

We usually make our "list of things to do" right before we go to bed at night. I add things during the day and erase others as our plan changes, but the white board still keeps me on task...even though some things stay on the list for days and days and days. When that happens I usually will just erase the whole board and start over.

You'll notice that "food inventory" is still on the board...and if you look at the first picture "garbage" is underlined and followed with an exclamation mark.

Anyway, this is the list we made last night. We were being a little silly...and truthfully I didn't finish one thing on this list, although I should have. I did do some laundry. I did eat. I thought about playgroup but didn't do anything about it. I didn't do my visiting teaching but I called my companion and asked her to make appointments this month. And the last a long story.

At the dinner table this evening we were eating dinner, a logical thing to do at the dinner table. Out of the blue Andrew lets out a huge sigh of relief and says,

"Oh, those are esses!"

I asked him what he was talking about and he pointed to the white board.

"I thought it said, 'Kill husband' instead of 'Kiss husband,"" he explained, "But I remember now. That's a picture of a tooth being brushed, not an axe hanging over a head."

Okay, Mr. Paranoia.

You see, I wanted him to brush his teeth. He thinks that when he doesn't go anywhere he doesn't have to brush his teeth. Since he didn't have school yesterday he didn't brush he teeth. I think that is gross so I started refusing to kiss him until he would brush his teeth--thus the picture of the tooth and brush. (I guess he just forgot about the toothbrushing scenario when he thought I was plotting his murder).

I did get my own way, though, because he eventually did brush his teeth and then came to beg for his kiss. You'd be amazed at the leverage I can get from a kiss. Sometimes I think that he acts stubborn just to get a rise out of me.

He asked me last night, affecting the tone a five year old takes uses with their seven year old sibling, why he should do what I say--things like brushing his teeth. I said,

"Because I'm the boss. That's why."

"I didn't say you could be the boss," he challenged, "Who said you could be the boss?"

"I did. Because I'm the boss of everything. It doesn't matter whether or not you said I could be the boss because you're not the boss. I am."

"You're the boss of everything?" he said, feigning sadness.

"Yes. I am."

"Can't I be the boss of anything?" he asked using his puppy dog eyes.

"No." I said firmly, but then I got a wicked grin on my face. A brilliant idea was brewing, "Actually, you can."

"Really?" he asked, with mock excitement.

"Sure," I insisted, "You can be the boss of taking out the garbage and cleaning the toilet and changing the diapers and washing the dishes and mopping the floors and..."

His laughter cut me off. I soon joined him and not too long after that we were both shushing each other and trying to stifle our laughter for fear of waking up the baby. We laugh so often it is the one thing we can leave off our "to do" list.


  1. White cax make kills me.
    So, Nancy you saved me from having to go to bed. I know. This is blasphemy, and I will regret it tomorrow. But you know those times where you worked hard during the day, kept your baby happy, and cleaned your house? (I know, these times are rare for me too.) So at the end of a day like that, you just want to relax and read something before the next day starts full of responsibilities. My choice of reading material tonight: blogs. When I had read all the new posts and comments on all the blogs that are linked from mine, I just wanted a little bit more before bed. So I came here. And you pulled through for me with your nighttime postings. Now I will sleep satisfied because I have been entertained sufficiently. And hopefully I won't dream of wierd cakes with wierder names and other mixed up words. See you at playgroup.

  2. hee. And I didn't even notice until you pointed it out. Mostly because I knew what was supposed to be said, so the weird spelling didn't phase me one bit... also, it's too early in the morning for my eyes to be working properly for reading the computer anyway...

  3. Have you tried using parchment paper in the bottom of your pans? Just cut a circle to fit the pan. Then I usually grease and flour the paper just to make sure nothing sticks. The cake comes out clean as a whistle!

    Andrew must take after his dad--a bit dyslexic in every aspect of his life!

  4. I'll have to try that next time...the advice came a little late for this cake, but thanks for the Cax Make!

    (When we went to return the cake supplies to Andrew's mom on Saturday she presented us with a box of White Cax make--she'd edited the box a was funny!)