episode_0094

The day I had morning sickness and ate a strawberry whipped cream cake handmade by Elysia to commemorate the day.

At that time, we didn’t even think about preparing to distribute the cake to the children. Two grown adults were joking around, and when they saw the children running to see that they wanted to eat it too, they was in a hurry and used stainless steel forks that could hurt their mouths and tongues, which are much more delicate than adults. I used it and spoon-fed it to him.

It’s different now. We are clearly aware that this is a mistake that should not be repeated, and we have already taken out a small round spoon made of plastic so that infants and toddlers who have just started baby food can eat safely.

“Ah~”

“Wow~”

With this, you can safely deliver cakes to children who are sitting in a nest with their mouths wide open like chicks waiting for the mother bird to bring them food.

‘It would have been better if there had been a cute character drawn on the part that you hold with your hand… but the character industry of the 20th century was so vulgar compared to the 21st century, so I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with just having it painted in bright colors.’

At first, I was quite immature as a mother, but as time goes by, I seem to be becoming more sensitive to even the smallest details.

I scooped up the cake with a plastic spoon made for infants and toddlers, and moved my hand holding it as fast as an airplane flying in the sky.

“The cake flew away with a swoosh~ and fell into our Brin’s mouth~ That’s right, he ate it well! Chew thoroughly before eating~”

Bryn was obsessively tracing the S-shaped curve of the spoon with her bright eyes, wondering when that spoon would enter her mouth. When the ‘whipped cream cake made by her mother’ that she had longed for touched her tongue, she pursed her lips with a happy face. It started to move.

Unlike ordinary cakes, this cake uses ultra-precision processing technology that I personally acquired while making the Iron Man suit, boasting such high precision that the difference between the highest and lowest points of the whipped cream covering the outside is only 1 nm. .

What will move a child’s heart is not the story that a semiconductor engineer would covet, but the fact that his beloved mother made delicious food for him.

“Honey, gulp… Hiyaaa~ It’s really bitter, Mom!”

“Oguogu~ Was it delicious? I’m glad~ Baby~ Next is Free’s turn~ Free, just like your sister…”

…When I tried to get her to chew and eat, I belatedly realized that, unlike my sister, she didn’t even have much baby teeth, so she couldn’t chew and swallow things that came into her mouth.

Hmm. If this was tough meat, I would have chewed it well and then put it in my mouth, but since it is a cake, there is no need to do that, and if you just melt it with saliva and eat it, there will be no problem. maybe.

“Aaaah!”

Now that I’ve put the cake in Free’s mouth and seen him smiling because he likes its unique sweetness, it’s time to feed it to Bryn again…

I don’t know why, but I saw another baby wearing a bib sitting next to Free, which should have been empty.

At this point, Winter in my belly and Biyak in Hannah’s belly have not yet been born. There should be only two babies in our house, so where did the third child come from? ghost? Doppelganger? clone? Homunculus?

The identity of the third child who appeared at our house without warning was none other than…

“Haaa… Elysia. You were sitting next to Bryn just a moment ago. What on earth are you doing here? Since you are a grown adult, you can eat the cake yourself, holding a spoon, fork, or whatever. Are you 20 years old and expect me to feed you?”

I don’t know why (actually, I don’t know at all, there are some things I can guess, but I just want to remain ignorant), but Elysia was wearing a bib like Free and was waiting for me to put cake in her mouth.

When I shook my head and tried to turn away from the obvious trick, he started crying loudly, as if he was embarrassed that a grown man was behaving like an infant.

“Ugh, mites! Yes!”

Three, my God… not only is she screaming… she’s even acting like she’s crying? Even Bryn and Free, who are at an age when they should be crying, don’t cry that viciously…

Bryn once cried when I hesitated to breastfeed her, but she is generally a gentle child and has never cried since then, and Free has an older sister who takes care of her before anything that makes her cry happens, so she has remained calm until now. Because there was.

I wonder what the heck is going on, but if crying is contagious to those around me, I’ll be the only one in trouble.

“Haaa… It’s my friend. You just have to feed it, if you feed it.”

Although she sighed heavily, following the proverb that a thirsty person digs a well, she took out a stainless steel spoon used by adults instead of a spoon for infants and children, took a big bite of the cake, and put it right into Elysia’s mouth.

It was only when she felt the texture of whipped cream that it started to melt and disappear as soon as it touched her tongue that she started crying! He stopped and smiled heartily.

“Hehehe… Paula… Maman… Pyuu… Pyuuu… Kyaaa…”

…Really, there are no babies that are extremely difficult to raise and have large torsos.

At the same time, Bryn leaned his head forward to avoid Free, who was caught between him and Elysia, and quietly watched the scene. Then, in a brave voice, he grabbed a plastic spoon and took a mouthful.

“Mom! Even mom drinks it, it’s worth it! They say that if you drink from a mug alone, it’s worth it! So, will Bryn give it to her pretty mom? Ah~ah~”

There was a nice contrast between Elysia, who was wearing a cake, asking for cake to be fed to her as she had been to her two children, and Bryn, who was moving a spoon and saying she was going to give her mother a bite.

‘Something… it seems like it should be the other way around?’

The question that arose in my mind soon became obscured by the deep, subtle sweetness contained in the whipped cream.

‘hmm? This taste…’

Compared to Elysia’s strawberry whipped cream cake made with milk bought at the market, this cake was much more delicious, perhaps because it was made with breast milk extracted from my own breast. (Although I used the expression ‘much more’ here, it doesn’t mean that the cake that Elysia made using milk wasn’t delicious!)

Some people may point out that the reason for the change in taste is that breast milk was used instead of milk to make the whipped cream, and kiwi and mango were added instead of strawberries, but what came into my mouth was not filled with fruit and had much more whipped cream than bread. High border area.

In this situation, it would be reasonable to assume that the taste changed purely due to the difference in whether milk or breast milk was added, rather than the sugar contained in the fruit.

In the case of cheesecake, where most of the raw ingredients are cheese, the taste of breast milk was stronger, so I was convinced that my breast milk had a special charm that was difficult to explain scientifically.

‘That’s why Bryn started drooling when she smelled the breast milk coming out of my breast and cried that she didn’t want to eat formula anymore.’

After seeing Freedo, who had transformed from a rabbit doll into a human baby, receiving Mamma while being held in her mother’s arms, every time the word ‘Mamma’ came up, she would look at my chest and drool. If there is this much difference in taste, I think you can understand the reason for refusing formula feeding.

And… from the baby’s perspective, there is no reason to like formula feeding because there is an advantage of being able to feel the warmth of the mother’s skin while breastfeeding.

With a little more understanding of the children I was raising, I put down the stainless steel spoon I was holding and lifted the plastic spoon again and said,

“I should feed cheesecake to the good baby who fed me whipped cream cake to my mom!”

It was natural for Bryn to welcome her mother’s remarks with warm applause.

“Wow! Cheesecake from mom!”

Bryn is next, Free, next is Elisia, who still hasn’t figured out the baby concept, and after passing Elisia, Bryn again…

My hands were very busy moving between the two cakes and the mouths of these three people, but they never actually visited my mouth.

Well, I wasn’t too disappointed because my Brynn was able to enjoy the taste of the cake 100% thanks to her mom who couldn’t use her hands freely whenever she got the chance to spoon-feed it.

I believe that if children eat too much, they may get an upset stomach, but if only adults eat the cake, they will end up getting angry, so they eat as much as they can eat, and the leftovers don’t get old (= food doesn’t spoil). I decided to keep it in a magic space.

Bryn was a baby who always listened to her mother well, so there was no opposition, and Free, even though she didn’t understand everything the adults around her were saying, had enough sense to follow her older sister’s reactions, so she didn’t make a fuss and said she wanted to eat more, and Elicia in question Is…

“Paula Maman, next time, please make a chocolate cake so sweet it makes my teeth rot!”

It was ridiculous to sell the baby concept and recite the demands clearly, but Bryn and Free also showed interest in chocolate, which is the first thing that comes to mind when thinking of snacks, so I ended the conversation with an answer that I would consider it after taking the final exam. .

After that, time passed quickly, the air was filled with the energy of summer, and the final exam, which seemed like it had been waiting for a long time, was just around the corner.