After the first day, consisting of waking up (except for poor dad) at 11am and attempting to make it through the day with grumpy twins, we are successfully close to a schedule today. While Izzy refuses to eat anything….from scrambled eggs to “baby hotdogs” to chicken nuggets (they aren’t the same mommy!), Ethan is enjoying the culinary adventure of being in Rome.
And, how, might you ask, is Mommy holding up? After a evening of deciding that I was really having a panic attack and not a heart attack, and subsequent poor sleep, I seem to be rallying. That is to say, I haven’t had today’s panic attack….waiting anxiously for it to come (ha, ha, ha).
On this rainy, cold day, the kids decided that we should have a cooking project, utilizing the ripening lemons on the lemon tree growing next to the 100 year old Wisteria. Each kid had picked a lemon on our day of arrival with pure joy and happiness that comes with extreme jetlag and over stimulation. So, we used these lemons to make lemonade…..noting, of course, that we don’t have a strainer, nor a juicer, nor a pitcher. So, we made a mess of the dining room table, mixing lemons, sugar and hot waterJ Currently, as we take our first nap in Rome (I’m not tired mommy!) the lemon “popsicles” are freezing in the freezer.
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