Obsessed With The 'Sauce

Ah Readers. I need my mom to hurry up and retire. There are so so many good reasons for it, but let's talk about the newest and currently most pressing reason I need her to retire. I need her to teach me, and then help me can....applesauce. DJ and AJ are obsessed with homemade applesauce, they never took to the store bought kind, but they love some mommy-made. DJ in particular will sit and eat 3 full bowls in one sitting. He'll be completely stuffed full and continue to ask for more because he loves it so much. Six pounds of apples made up into applesauce at my house lasts all of 12 hours. DJ just doesn't realize that when he eats so much, he's literally "eating it up" and so when the applesauce is gone after one nightime snack, and one breakfast, he doesn't know what to do with himself. Well, perhaps he does. It goes a lot like this. Yelling, screaming, crying, throwing couch cushions, throwing himself down stairs, throwing himself on the floor, throwing his head back and screaming, "Why me, why me?" There are much dramatics in my house when the applesauce is gone. How handy it would be to go calmly to the pantry and open up a freshly canned jar when we run out. Of course, maybe I shouldn't complain, it's nice to know my cooking is appreciated. Perhaps a part of me will miss the wild hysteria that ensues when the applesauce is gone, but I think it would be a very teeny part of me. I'm even guessing a thank you and a smile might suffice.