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2007.05.18

Just like her mother.

Madison, watching a boy from class walk by our house.

"That's Chad. I would have a crush on Chad if he was smarter and didn't hang out with the mean boys. He's really cute but I like smart boys."

Sometimes I think, "Everything is going to be just fine."

Here's something else that's not dumb or mean, a Buzz Off about cooking with kids. I am, not very good at this.

Things you will hear me say while the kids are 'helping':
"Don't put egg shells in the batter!"
"oh, whoa whoa whoa....careful with the flour!"
"Put the milk in slowly....slower...slow."
"Here you can pour this in but I'm going to keep my hand on it while you do, which means you aren't actually pouring."

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"Beth, where are you going?"

"To pee... Tanner is going in the bushes by his house but he's a boy so I have to go inside to pee."

"Oh... ok."

A boon to smart boys everywhere. I hope our kid, boy or girl, has a thing for the intelligentsia. We already have enough morons in our family to cast a "One Tree Hill" spin-off.

So true. About the helping thing. The "helping" thing. The Please Stop Helping Me Before You Kill Me thing.

You let them HELP? You are a better woman than I! I get too frustrated and end up bribing them with treats or a movie to get the OUT OF MY KITCHEN! It's too small for that many people in there, anyhow!

The son of one of my friends told her that he couldn't possibly like my daughters because they're too *strong*. Yes, they are strong and one day you'll come to appreciate it.

Also, I can count on one hand the time I've let my daughters cook with me. I thought I was going to die. I've seen other moms cook with their kids and I'm amazed.

My mom would let me help while holding on, but when I was about 9 she also would let me cook whatever I wanted by myself. She would just hang out at the kitchen table during oven or stove parts, and shout out advice like "No, you're ruining it! You should crack the eggs in a separate bowl first." And speaking of eggs have you seen this? http://www.notesfromthetrenches.com/2007/03/19/egg-cellent-dinner/

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