We are super excited b/c 11 of our friends, whom we met in the Dominican Republic, are coming today for New Years. So . . .
Papi had to work this morning with all of the final details for his upcoming ski trip with the youth. And Mommy? Well, I'm in the kitchen making food for our guests so that I won't spend the ENTIRE time in the kitchen, getting the girls lunch ready, and talking with some folks from church who stopped by. Ok, I'm all for multi-tasking, but this was a bit too much I guess. I left 1/2 stick of butter within fingers reach on the counter. Bad, bad thing.
I didn't think anything of it - I leave things on the counter a lot - usually pushed back out of reach. Not this time.
I should have realized something was up when Stella, on her own initiative, left the kitchen for the playroom. Yes, it was very, VERY quiet for a while. Then I saw it.
Chloe running towards me - big smile on her face - being chased by Stella. What is that yellowish clump in her hair? What's on her face? What is that blob in Stella's hand? Good Lord . . . butter. Half melted, half gone butter. I quickly clean off Chloe & Stella, and say a quick prayer as I head back to the playroom.
Stella decided to 'wax' the dollhouse floors, clean various pieces of furniture, play the little piano, and adorn a few more toys with BUTTER. Wow is this stuff slimy.
Ok, gotta get back to preparing for our guests - but didn't want to forget to chronicle the butter incident. I'm sure I'll find some more later. Oh Darling, it's like butter.
