September 27th, 2011
It was 30 minutes until Uly’s bedtime and I decided the flat of blackberries in our fridge needed to be dealt with. I managed to convince Ulysses to desert his fire truck station he’d made to come help me measure out the berries and sugar and pectin. He did all the stirring and dumping and making sure that it was tasty once it was time to jar them. And it really did only take 30 minutes to get the mixture made and canned. I’ve never had very much luck with making jams, but this one mostly set. It’s a little bit runny, but not so it prohibits its use on sandwiches. I snapped a handful of pics and can you tell how tired he is? Once I uploaded them, I saw his little pink eyes while eating all that sugar and felt both guilty and happy–I’m continually amazed at how parenting stirs such a continental divide in my emotions. I took our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with us to the seaplane park the next morning and we both happily ate them on a bench while we watched the boats and the water and the planes coming and going.
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