Purple Crying

Hi, there.

So, when we had the Boy, everyone warned us about the "period of purple crying" saying that babies just cry sometimes. Sometimes until they turn purple. It's apparently totally natural and we should just accept that he's going to cry and leave it be. So this is what we've been practicing. There was more purple baby this afternoon. Enough that NO ONE in Burnstopia got a nap today. But we did some fine cooking and there was a liberal sprinkling of humor thrown in. And as way of cheap blog fodder, I offer the photo essay.

When the MIL, AIL and G-MaIL were here they left us with this recipe for fruit cobbler which is complicated (more so than I would normally choose to do on my own) and the Husband was in an experimental mood this evening--whilst the Boy was screaming in another effort to rupture his own noggin--so he headed to the kitchen to make up some blueberry cobbler. We thought that blueberry was fitting since our son was beginning to resemble one!

First, he melted a stick of butter in a pyrex dish. While holding a very fussy Boy. Please note the kitchen tool he's using to cut the butter in order to facilitate the melting. We should note, that we aren't BAD parents because he's holding a carving knife and our child--we're INTERESTING parents. There's a difference, see?

Then he mixed up the dough and cooked the berries and asked me to get all messy in order to spread the berries on the dough and then roll it up and cut it into rounds--do you see what I'm saying about complicated? Anyway...this is what it looked like once we got the rounds in the pan:

Also, please noted the beautifully melted stick of butter in the bottom of the pan. Then the Husband poured a sugar syrup all around the rounds of dough and fruit and this is what it looked like going into the oven:

Mmmm. Note the pools of butter in the sugar syrup and the floating berries too. Looks delicious, no?

And this is what it looked like coming out of the oven:

Well, it looks better than it did when it went IN to the oven.

And this is what the Husband looks like eating the very purple "Angry Child" cobbler:



So, to recap. In order to make this dessert, you need to take one VERY angry child:

(HA! See that onesie he's wearing! He's IRONIC baby today.) Mix in parents with eccentric senses of humor. Add liberal quantities of butter and sugar and voila!

You bake for 45 minutes and get Obi Wan Kanobie Baby...who, by the way, is sleeping through the Guantanamo Hours, AGAIN. I was ruthless and woke him up only to change him, dress him for bed and attempt to put him down again. He's currently screaming himself purple again but the Husband is walking the floor with him so I figure, it's ok.