The morning started innocently enough. Baby slept through the night [insert lots of "!" here], something I've been complaining about the last week. So I awoke at 7:00, blissfully went back to sleep, and woke again at 8:00. Diaper change, nurse.
I knew David had been up awhile already so I told him I'd make pancakes and bring some to him in his office when they were ready. Little A was happily entertaining himself with toys, the Bumbo seat tray, etc. I began mixing up the pancakes from a recipe out of the "Luarel's Kitchen" cookbook. As I was getting ready to add some sweet cream buttermilk powder to my other dry ingredients (I know this, because later I found the cup measure with buttermilk powder still in it sitting on top of the other ingredients in the mixing bowl) I heard a loud thud and scream.
This is not the sound a mother wants to hear when she's had her back to her child for the last 10 minutes.
I whipped around as I heard David also bounding down the steps. In a moment I saw what had happened. My son was sitting on the floor by the cookbook shelf with the object below lying next to his foot:
OUCH! OUCH! and OUCH! Oh, my poor boy! He was scrEAMing! And rightfully so; I weighed the iron later at 6.5 pounds. It fell on his left big toe, scraping a good bit of skin off and doing who knows what to his toe bone. Well, needless to say, pancakes were hastily abandoned as we phoned Dr. Grandpa and scrambled to gather gauze, children's acetaminophen, and ice for the ride over. One of us had to hold Little A the whole time to keep him from grabbing/kicking his hurt toe.
We arrived at Grandma and Grandpa's still screaming and uncertain about what the rest of our day might look like. Well, triage nurse Grandma and Dr. Grandpa quickly assessed the toe, bandaged it, and supplied animal crackers while I nursed to keep him as still as possible. All in all, he seemed to recover well, especially when Grandpa got some of that acetaminophen down his throat.
About an hour after the "thud" we were home with instructions to leave the bandage in place as long as possible and administer acetaminophen as needed for pain. Little A got another diaper change and some more milk and went down for a nap. David returned to his office upstairs.
Well, it was back to the pancakes. We all needed a little treat to help recover. I finished mixing up the batter, adding a little extra flour to make it less runny. While the first few pancakes sizzled in the skillet I thawed some peaches and threw some sugar/cornstarch/water mix on the stove to heat. Once thawed, the peaches were dumped in along with a little drizzle of almond flavoring. And a few hours after they were promised, I had a stack of pancakes ready to take to David . . .
And of course, one BIG one (the stack was just too messy to do twice) for me. Little A, who loves pancakes and fruit got some for an early lunch when he woke up. And now you know why this blog post title is "Peaches and [S]cream". Here's to a hopefully uneventful rest of the day.
Fruit Sauce for Pancakes:
1 cup fresh or frozen peach slices (or any other fruit)
1 TBSP sugar
1 TBSP cornstarch
1/3 cup cold water
drizzle of almond or vanilla flavoring
Thaw peaches if frozen. Dissolve sugar and cornstarch in water and set on stove over med-high heat. When peaches are thawed add to mix along with flavoring. Stir occasionally, and let bubble until the juices are clear. Remove from heat.