Becky Home-Ecky

I was feeling all Becky Home-Ecky tonight.  The chili was simmering, the house was clean, and I was helping Zach make whipped cream for our fruit parfaits.  I was also channeling some Caroline Ingalls as I looked out the window lovingly at Pa, who was helping Ezra tend to the bees in the backyard.  Our very own Little House on the Charles.

We had the first day in months without nasty bickering between the boys or disrespectful behavior toward us.  Zach, who will never cook with me, cut up all of the fruit and seemed to enjoy layering the fruit and whipped cream.  Ezra,  who cannot seem to resist saying the meanest thing he can think of, was sunshine and sugar all day.  It occurred to me that I should probably make large quantities of strawberry jam and can it.  The vibe in our house was 1950’s.

Jeff must have felt it too because he and Ezra were talking about how Ezra is growing to love all things animal.  “You’re really becoming quite a naturalist, huh?  You love taking care of the bees.  And learning about all of the plants.  You just love all of God’s creatures.”

“Yeah. But Dad, I really love TV too.”

Ah, yes. Becky might be feelin’ the love, but Ezra’s not ready to cancel the cable based on one day of peace and joy.  Which is okay, I guess.  Home Ec is about the long game, and Becky’s got time.