DAILY SNACK
It’s all in the sales pitch:
My three-year-old gets macaroni and cheese for dinner. My husband gets whole wheat penne, sauteed red onion, and crisp broccoli florets tossed in a creamy old-cheddar-spiked bechamel. Either way, it’s dinner in under half an hour.
Yes, my home is a mess. And I don’t just mean that I have a couple books lying out and the laundry still to be folded. It’s a real disaster. Now, nobody has ever accused me of being a particularly stringent housekeeper to begin with. Nobody has ever had to plead with me to just let something go and nobody has ever, ever made any claims about eating off my floor. I’ll even admit that we have lived in states of squalor worse than this back in our newly-wed days if only because we could all but abandon our apartment and only come home to shower and sleep. This may be the worst it’s been, however, since the children have arrived and since I’ve had to really live in my home.
DAILY SNACK
So, am I the only parent who throws balled up diapers and assorted garbage across the room and “into” the garbage can?
And then has to spend ten minutes picking up all the debris around the bin on garbage night because my free throw sucks fat rocks?
My goodness, there is a lot of hype out there over Mother’s Day. Every business under the sun is hocking something special for Mom. And every mommy blogger is jostling for a piece of the action: We’re moms! We know what we want. And what do we want? Bluetooth headsets, tote bags, teeth whitening and more. Now far be it from me to take the air out of anyone’s shopping sails, especially when shopping can be done in the name of economic recovery, but it really is a bit much.
If half as much time and energy were put toward forwarding some real mom-friendly initiatives as is spent on marketing for Mother’s Day, we might be lightyears ahead. So here’s a rare and uncharacteristically earnest call to arms at the Playground Confidential. All I want for Mother’s Day is:
Photo courtesy of tiffanywashko at Flickr.
So tomorrow is the big day. L’il I will no longer be exclusively breastfed. She’ll start with some brown organic rice infant cereal (seriously, it’s just, like, the thing to do) and before long be hoovering up all manner of food matter.
This is really one of the first big steps in a baby’s life. Especially if you wait a whole six months, like I have, before introducing solids. Because by six months, you’d better believe this baby is gonna be ready. In fact, if truth be told, her first food was almost a Giant Goldfish cracker. I took one out of ziplock bag yesterday to give to Young C. He ran out of the room, though, and L’il I just held out her hand like we’d done this a million times before and I gave it to her. I came to my senses just as she was putting it in her mouth. So while her first taste of non-breastmilk food was the salty processed cheese powder of a Goldfish, at least she didn’t actually swallow anything.
DAILY SNACK
Yes, kids love to help in the kitchen. Cooking, baking, even washing up. It’s a fun way to learn new skills, too.
But it’s really gross.
Just try not to envision your child’s hands wrist deep in what became the food you now eat. Good luck.