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You mean She Didn’t Care About the Cupcake?

I think every parent wants her child to be just a little better than she is at something. Maybe you can’t sing and want to make sure your child gets the chance. Maybe you never had the chance to be a Girl Scout so you are sure to sign your daughter up at the first available chance.

Maybe you have food issues and are trying your darnedest to help your daughter avoid the same pitfalls.

Turns out, maybe either I’m doing something right or MAM’s just too busy to have food issues right now.

Yesterday when I picked her up, MAM was most excited about an Easter egg ring she was sporting. Turns out her class had a special treat–cupcakes with the decoration that looked like an Easter egg, but really turned out to be an egg you could wear! How exciting!!!

My thought, however, immediately turned to the cupcake, that obviously, MAM did not partake in. I questioned the teacher–was she upset? (no) did she get a treat from her treat box? (it was empty. crap! how did i let it get empty?) did she try to take one? (no) was she ok? (all implying: OMG! THE OTHER CHILDREN GOT A TREAT! MAM DIDN’T! WILL SHE BE EMOTIONALLY SCARRED FOR LIFE?)

Apparently, MAM couldn’t have cared less. She got raisins and rice crisps and a clean plastic egg ring and she was good to go.

So why does it bother me? It’s happened about 5 or 6 times where there’s been a “special” occasion and there’s nothing too special about her ‘treat’ and she’s yet to pitch a fit. Is it that I’m waiting for the bomb to drop? Is it because I can’t resist a treat if it’s housed in the same building where I am? ? ? ? ? It looks like my work is actually to avoid creating an issue where there obviously isn’t one at the moment.

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Frog boots, my first ham and more


Not one particular thing is jumping out of my head for an even remotely put-together post, but since I have a few minutes, I feel like I should go through the motions anyway.

The snow we played in last Saturday was gone by Tuesday, and the ground is now completely saturated with water. But with temps in the high 30’s up through the 50’s, this was PRIME recess time at MAM’s daycare and my school. After swimming in flooded mulch for two days, we went to Target and got great rubber boots–froggy boots for her, and b & w polka dot boots for myself.

Since Tuesday, MAM has taken her boots off to sleep, and that’s about it. She wears them all the time, and loves them with a love that only a toddler can have for the special items in her life.

This week we also made the decision not to trek north for Easter–with limited time off, and Spring Break just a few weeks away, we decided to stay put. It will be nice to go to our church on Easter Sunday, and to have a holiday at home, I think. My parents and grandmother are coming for the weekend, which will give us access to an indoor hotel swimming pool, which I think will be fabulous. I will cook dinner on Sunday–thus my first purchase (and baking of) a spiral sliced honey ham. All sides and desserts will be things I’ve made before, but the ham? Not so much. Is there anything I need to know about cooking such a beast? (or heating it, I guess, it appears to be already cooked)

Last night we got together with friends and celebrated three 35th birthdays, illustrating once again how fast time flies…it feels like we just got through with the 30th birthdays….surely it’s not time for 35, is it?? (I checked my calendar–it most certainly is) Anyway, due to a late night, we are now enjoying an exceedingly rare weekend nap time.

So I am off to start cleaning in anticipation of Easter Sunday company. Surely I can get it together in a week, right? Right? Please tell me I’m right!

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It’s Never to Early…

You know those “the more you know” sort of PSA commercials, the ones where they encourage parents to talk to their kids about the assorted dangers of sex, drugs and rock n’ roll. Apparently, they are on to something.

MAM has suddenly started to notice smokers–smokers outside of buildings and in their cars.

“Mama! Hes gots smokes!”

“He does? Oh that’s not good. Smoking will hurt your body.”

“He’s gots smokes. Smokes bad for his body. No Smoke!”

That’s right MAM, NO SMOKE! Keep that in mind when your friends decide to try it out. Keep that in mind when the boy you like smokes and wants you to try it. Keep that in mind when you start going to parties and everyone’s doing it. Keep that in mind when your college roommate offers you a smoke on your first day of college.

I hope those PSA commercials are right.