Dream Homes

One evening, as I was scrolling through Facebook, I saw an ad for a house listing. The home looked beautiful – older, 3 stories, brick, and a nice yard. The interior reflected wonderfully done updates. And of course its price is approximately five times the value of our home! There’s no way we’d ever be able to purchase it, but I told Matt and the kids that something like that might be my dream home.

That led to a conversation with the big girls about what their dream homes would be. I treasure those moments – the fun discussions, just learning more about where each child’s heart is and what they would create if they had no constraints. I want to remember more of these sweet conversations, these treasures of children growing older, and so I’m recording this one here as a witness, to look back upon with joy in future years, as well.

This is how Miranda describes her dream house:

It would be a purple castle with 4 large triangular peaks and windows. There would be a ton of windows surrounding so we could see if an enemy was trying to come. There are always lovely dinners served of paprika and for dessert always cupcakes and peep cake. It would have 6 bathrooms with 6 mirrors, one for each person at their appropriate height, 2 sinks, 1 for boys, 1 girls in each bathroom, and 2 shiny purple bathtubs. At the gate there are pink and golden bars, and there is a big pink drawbridge over a big moat filled with peeps that are rainbow colored and pink and white – each peep is a rabbit. The courtyard has a ton of Hatchimals – about 1,000 – and birds and plenty of trees for them to nest in. There are 6 bedrooms. One is purple with a king size and queen size bed for Mommy & Daddy (the beds are connected). One is a blue room with dinosaur and panda wallpaper with small bed with panda blanket and pillows and king size bed with dinosaur blankets and pillows for FangFang and Atticus. One is a rainbow room with pink and white added, too, and My Little Ponies painted all over the wall with bunk beds with My Little Pony sheets and pillows for MeiMei and me. The other 3 bedrooms are for guests. They’re green, blue, and red. There are king size beds in the red room and blue room and a queen size bed in green room. There is also a big living room that is always kept clean with a big pink and purple striped rug, 1 big purple couch and big purple chair for Dad and 10 pillows on the couches (5 each). The other couch is pink. There are 3 pink pillows and 2 purple on the pink couch and 3 purple pillows and 2 pink on the purple couch. There is also a dining room, and there is a kitchen where all the beautiful and wonderful foods are made. There is a playroom with tons of toys – panda toys, peep toys, Hatchimals, My Little Ponies,  and dinosaurs. There are also royal cats – a father, a mother, and 8 kittens. Four kittens are black boys like their father, and 4 are calico girls like their mother.  There are also horses – 1 that can use magic (a unicorn), 1 that can fly (a Pegasus), an alacorn that can use magic and fly, and a “rainbow colored horse that is just normal.” There is a royal sunroom where the cats can go to play, and it’s warm enough for them to use it every single day. There is a royal throne room with 2 gigantic thrones for Mom and Dad, 2 medium thrones on either side for MeiMei and me, beside those are 2 small thrones for FangFang and Atticus. There are tons of paintings all over the castle of pet horses and cats and such other things you might think of like wonderful desserts and meals. And the last room is half a royal nursery and half an eye examining place to see if anyone needs glasses.

Madeleine CaiQun describes her dream home this way:

It is a light pink castle with a light pink wall and a moat and a drawbridge and flowers on the castle wall. The bathroom would have a pretty pink bathtub and mirrors, each at appropriate heights for people to see themselves and a sink for each of the people at their perfect height. There would be 3 bedrooms. One has a big bed with pink sheets for Mommy and Daddy. One is blue and has dinosaur wallpaper and a crib with pandas all over it and a blanket with a big panda face, and the bed has dinosaur pillows and dinosaur blankets. One is purple with 1 huge bed for 2 people with My Little Pony wallpaper and 2 dressers. The bed has My Little Pony sheets and pillows and blankets. The living room has cat wallpaper and couches with cats on them and pink carpet. There is a playroom with My Little Pony wallpaper and pink carpet and shelves with toys. Some toys are My Little Ponies, some are pandas, and some are dinosaurs. For pets, there are 3 cats – one kitten, one mother, one father. There are also a unicorn and Pegasus and an alacorn (unicorn with wings) and a few normal horses whose colors are brown and a rainbow mane with white body. The flowers are pretty – pink, purple, and all the other colors of the rainbow. The wall of the castle has a gate with golden bars.

I love hearing what my kiddos come up with and share, given the opportunity!

Creative Cake Baking: Making a Love Cake

Yesterday evening, I took a step out of my comfort zone. I really like to know, understand, and, if possible, control what is going on around me, and it’s frustrating for me when I can’t make that happen. I like logic and order. And as you might expect, being a mother to 4 children ages 7 and under, my life could rarely be described as “orderly!”

My oldest daughter, Miranda, is a lot like me, but she also shares some traits with her father, and one of the most beautiful similarities between her and Matt is their creativity and desire to explore. Miranda loves to come up with new ideas and execute them. She loves telling stories and painting and making plans. And another thing she loves is baking.

A few times in the past, she has come to me, carrying a hand-written-and-illustrated recipe, and announced that she wanted to bake something. “That sounds great!” I’d reply. “I was just thinking about making a cake, too! I have this recipe right here; maybe we could combine ours and make one together?” And then we would – surprise, surprise – follow my recipe as we baked together. She always went along with it good-naturedly, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

That all came to an end about a week ago. Miranda came to me with, this time, an entire hand-written-and-illustrated book with her latest cake recipe.

“Mom,” she said. “You know how sometimes we bake together, and we say that we’re combining your recipe and mine? Really we mostly just follow your recipe. I’d really like to make a cake that follows my recipe.”

Inwardly I cringed. My inner control freak whispered to me through its clenched teeth, “That’s because we know my recipe will be edible! If we’re going to spend all that time and use all those ingredients for which we’ve paid good money, shouldn’t we at least make something that we know won’t taste horrible?!?!”

But instead of speaking those words to my precious, earnest daughter, I took a deep breath and said, “Okay, let’s do that. Can you tell me what the ingredients are? Then we can make sure we have them, so we can make your cake.”

She named off flour, sugar, cinnamon, salt, eggs, milk, and butter. I breathed another sigh of relief – at least we were in the right neighborhood for cake ingredients. I asked her whether we needed cow’s milk (which we don’t generally have on hand) or whether almond milk would suffice, and she assured me that almond milk would work great. I told her I was pretty sure that most cakes included at least one of baking powder or baking soda, and I couldn’t remember which or why, but we might want to investigate that to see if one or both were really necessary. She responded that we didn’t need to look it up – we could just include a bit of both.

The one thing we really would need to buy, though, she said, was frosting, unless we were going to make that, too, but she hadn’t come up with a recipe for that yet. She hasn’t had as much experience with making frosting, so I wasn’t sure she’d have a good sense of the ingredients that should be included, and I thought we were probably already pushing our luck with following a 7-year-old’s made up recipe for baking a cake from scratch, so I offered just to buy the frosting.

I picked up a container of frosting in this week’s grocery shopping trip, and so, last night, we set about making our cake. Miranda honestly did almost all of it by herself. I helped her pour some of the ingredients when they were in large or full containers, but she was the one who did most of the work and ensured we were following the recipe. She loved it.

And I tried to hold my tongue and not make a million suggestions 🙂 I reminded myself that this whole thing was about connecting with her and honoring her desire to follow her recipe, to create something she’d designed. I needed to prioritize the connection, not the cake.

I did point out to her that she’d gotten out the bread flour instead of just the regular flour – but she insisted the bread flour was exactly what she wanted to use. And as I was reaching into a high cupboard for some of the baking ingredients for her, I asked if she wanted to add some vanilla (which she did). I really tried to let her take the lead. The only thing I mandated was that we really needed to bake it at a temperature more like 350 or 375 instead of the 151 degrees that she’d written down in her recipe. She assured me that that was really what she’d meant anyway.

We baked the cake during dinner, and after the bigs had taken their baths (and, unfortunately, the littles were already in bed), Miranda and Madeleine CaiQun and I frosted it.

Then the the two big girls and Matt and I tried it.

I was a bit nervous – but honestly, it was good! We all actually enjoyed it, and the girls are excited to share it with the littles and enjoy it as dessert for this week!

Matt asked Miranda what it was called. “A Love Cake,” she responded. How very appropriate <3

I’m so glad that I went along with her desire to create her own recipe and actually follow it and bake her cake, just the way she wanted <3 It was one of the highlights of my weekend. I need to remember, over and over and over again, to prioritize the connection and the relationships with my kids instead of the tasks themselves. These kids of mine make me a better person!