Dessert

So Wednesday was a busy day. Lily and I were on the way home from the doctor's and I was in the drive-thru to get her ice cream...I look back to ask her what kind she wants and she is slumped over, drooling all over herself, sound asleep. I order her nuggets for when she wakes up- they'll keep better. We get half way down Fort Weaver when traffic stops. She wakes up and begins screaming. I try to give her the nuggets as a peace offering. The nuggets I got her are NOT ice cream. No, if they were ice cream they would be a melty gooey mess. We make our stops which includes a visit and some play time. We finally get home and as they are scarfing down dinner Lily reminds me- "I get ice cream cuz I was good at the doctors." I'm tired, I've already thrown PJ's on- can we go tomorrow? NO. Oh allright. I grab the cash Great Grandma sent for ice cream- I load them up and off we go. We are halfway there when Lily asks whose birthday it is. Every day she asks whose birthday it is- without fail. I tried making up names- it made her angry. I guess I'm not good at making up names. But Wednesday would have been Uncle Bob's birthday and she was pleased to hear it. Kiera points out that we didn't make a pineapple upside down cake. Every year in honor of my brother Bob's birthday, we make his favorite cake- part of keeping his spirit alive. I point out we are going to get ice cream- uncle Bob would be OK with that. Phillip-in an ever astute way says- 'I bet Uncle Bob already had his Pineapple upside down cake in heaven.' So tonight-better late than never- I gave up on cleaning, ignored the mountain of laundry and we made the pineapple upside down cake. I had to borrow 2 eggs and we didn't have any pineapple- but we made the cake. I put extra cherries on- because really I think that's the best part. A year ago I would have run to the store, gotten eggs and pineapple and been exhausted by the time we even started the cake. Today I was exhausted to begin with- so what if the cake didn't have any fresh pineapple on it? The kids and I kept with tradition- even if it was a little late and the cake was cherrylicious.