Cupcakes Wars. It’s About to Get Real.

I timed us. It took 92 minutes for Piper, Sissy, and me to make a dozen raspberry lemondade cupcakes. Yum.

Sissy and I made the cake. From scratch. With fresh lemon juice, lemon zest, and homemade raspberry puree. Piper and I made the icing. From scratch. I have powdered sugar in my hair to prove it (Piper did the pouring).

We aren’t ready for Cupcakes Wars, which happens to be our favorite show. During the first round of baking you have to make a dozen cupcakes in 30 minutes. If you make it to the final round, 1000 cupcakes in 2 hours. We aren’t prime time material.

92 minutes isn’t going to cut it. We may do okay in the taste test round, but then again, there weren’t any leftovers to share. Piper ate them all.

Painted Piggies

I locked myself out of my office at work today. Twice. My mind has been preoccupied worrying about Piper’s kindergarten trauma drama. I’ve also just met my fifty-two new freshman who seem to be going through their own new school adjustments.

Piper locked herself in the bathroom at school. Twice. She said it was nice and quiet in there. She wanted a little peace, a moment away from the substitute madness. One of her classmates banged on the door while Piper was taking a break from it all. “What did you do?” I asked.

“I ignored him,” she said. “I wasn’t done yet. Besides, there’s another bathroom. Geez.”

We spent the afternoon recovering in the only way we know how. We ordered pizza,  curled up with Sissy on the couch to catch up on Cupcake Wars, and painted our toenails.

Now at least we’re ready to face tomorrow’s challenges with rainbow piggies. Oink.