Cupcake Day

Seven of my grandkids came over Monday. We made cupcakes. It was a riot.

The three-year-old twins Rhodes and Rhett were the ones to squeeze open the eggs. There's a first time for everything--just use your imagination...

Seventeen-year-old Tori was there to help. And daughter-in-law, Shannon, was there too after she returned from her doctor visit (grandchild #13 is due 18 October).

We had the kids all around my kitchen island on chairs and stools. Rhett, Monroe, Monet, Rhodes, Vaughn, Lincoln. They just took turns, going counter-clockwise around the island, with the mixing steps--each one getting to do a step. Measuring, stirring, etc., someone got to turn the oven on, someone read the instructions (Vaughn), someone poured and measured oil. Everyone got to stir. They each got to put two cupcake papers in the tin, and then each got to fill two cupcake papers. I did help here a bit, but it was just fun!

Then when the cupcakes were cooled off, the frosting began. We gave them each a square of paper towel and two cupcakes. then a knife. (these were just ones from the table settings to go with the fork and spoon--my mom called 'em butter knives--no serrated edges or sharp parts even--but it really raised eyebrows...they KNEW they were NEVER allowed to touch knives. But here was Meemaw giving them each a knife, so it must be okay. They were very quiet, no one offering to suggest knives might be off-limits.)

Each took a glob of frosting on their forbidden knife and swirled it on the cupcakes, one at a time. Oh, the concentration of these little ones! I helped each kid a little while the others watched, waiting patiently their turn to frost. Then came the sprinkles. Nobody got out of control. And their cupcakes were beautiful.

I took photos like crazy during the process. And especially the finished products.

Alas. My iPhone that i'd used to take the photos, crashed when i was trying to download the pictures. Long story. A post for another day.

Sadness.
Whines.
Tears.

Aargh.