Ear Infections, Hot Pizza and Hollywood Memories

OK, so we didn't win the lottery. We were home last night, still battling illnesses (Charlotte is the latest recipient of an ear infection, right on the heels of her brother), to watch the Oscars. The incredible (Anne Hathaway!) and not-so incredible (Meryl Streep) dresses, the moronic banter, the cheering, wanna-be throngs on the red carpet at the Kodak theater....makes me homesick for my years in Los Angeles.

The festivities were cause for some culinary gymnastics. I thought Harry might enjoy his first peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. HIS sandwich, not a bite, but his own. So I carefully cut off the crusts and explained to him the miracle that is the marriage of peanut butter and jelly. For the occasion I even gave him a glass of milk (not in a sippy cup but a plastic glass...) Harry took one bite, looked at me askance and then swept the sandwich onto the floor for his buddy Typo to eat. Apparently we don't like PB&J as much as our mother.

So, I engaged Harry in a little cupcake baking. No uncertainty there. Before Harry went off for his nap he said "night night" to his "cuppies" still rising in the oven. He awoke to the glory that is homemade frosting. For the Oscars we celebrated with some homemade pizza. Ever true to his Italian heritage, Harry helped me roll out the dough and actually did a good job sprinkling the pie with cheese and placing the meatball slices just so. It was very yum. The meal, however, did not help our favorite recovering drug addict -- Robert Downey Jr. secure a win for Tropic Thunder. Perhaps he likes PB&J.