Our lives are so busy, always pushing to get the kids ready and get out the door. Lunches and snacks to prepare, parks to terrorise, kindy to get to before you’re the last person to do drop off for the day and various ‘busy’ activities to do. We barely have a day at home, just chilling.
I admit it’s a tad sad that I need my kid to be under the weather for me to take it easy, but sometimes it’s a nice excuse to just play quietly at home…. which is where my initial statement comes into play.
A toddler does not want to play quietly at home.
A toddler wants to tear around, leaving a path of destruction. Perhaps you have a quiet, content child, who is happy to play quietly, or read books or watch a movie.
I do not. I have the Tasmanian Devil wrapped up in a blond angelic looking boy.
So the first day of sick is a breath of fresh air. Kids get sick, it’s an important part of their development, acquiring their immune system. I try to roll with it.
The second day? Not as great. There’s usually been an incredibly shitty night or two’s sleep in there by now, and you’re beginning to think that, really, they should be on the up now as 24 hours has passed and most innocuous illnesses are done with the truly hairy bit by now.
The thing is, boy had a terrible cough, but we’ve kind of had coughs on and off all winter. Kiki has had one for 5 months. Ironically, I had taken her to the doctor a few days prior to this thinking she may have had pneumonia…. ’twas not she, you see. ‘Twas the little stinker sitting next to her badgering the doctor for lollies.
By the time I took him to the doctor, on day 4, he was really sick, busting fevers higher than my thermometer has ever been before and when the doctor pronounced pneumonia I admit my bottom lip got all a’quiver.
I think, although he was definitely very sick, and 100 years ago he may have died from it, pneumonia actually sounds scarier than it really is. I’m no longer afraid of illnesses that have a silent P at the front.
It’s been a long week. Thank god for modern medicine as just a few days of antibiotics and my Tassie Devil is back whipping his sister into hysterics and driving his mother up the wall.
I’m tying to keep him quiet, but I’m failing miserably.
Hadn’t been shopping and needed a little treat so I whipped up some shortbread dinosaurs for him and a wheel of shortbread for me.
This is a simple and delicious shortbread recipe and you can add or subtract extras at whim. I like a hint of rosewater, elderflower essence or choc chips too. Whatever takes your fancy pants.
I often make this as a tightarse gift at Christmas… cos that’s how I roll.
What you will need :
250g butter, softened
1/2 castor sugar
2 1/3 plain flour (I used spelt)
2 tablespoons rice flour
1/4 cup cranberries
1/4 cup pistachio nuts, chopped roughly
What you will need to do :
Preheat oven to 180C
Line 2 trays, or round cake tins with baking paper, or grease with butter.
Beat butter in a small bowl with an electric beater (cos I’m old fashioned like that, no KitchenAid or Thermomix in sight….. cos I’m povo), then add sugar gradually, beating until light and fluffy.
Work in flours gradually to form dough. Knead for 5 minutes until smooth and buttery.
Divide in 1/2 and pat one into a round, and roll the other and cut shapes with cookie cutters. Place shapes onto tray.
Make the round into an 18cm circle, and pinch the edges. Stab all over with a fork and then mark wedges with a knife without cutting all the way through.
Bake for 10 minutes then reduce to 150C for 40 minutes for the round, and pull the cookies out ofter about another 5-10 minutes, when they are golden.
When cool, dust with icing sugar.
Seriously makes you feel so much better, especially consume with a cup of tea (or a martini).