Please forgive the crappy iPhone photos for this entire post. Sometimes I get snippets of my life on my phone when I don’t have my big girl camera around. Not nearly as eye pleasing, but what’s a story without pictures?
I haven’t mom gushed on Michael lately. He drew this eye with an assortment of pencils in an hour. Eye like it. And yes I know I spelled it wrong. I was trying to be cute. Get it? Eye like it? I crack myself up.
Aidan on the other hand made me worry the other day. He decided to bake for the very first time. He was hankerin’ for chocolate chip cookies and I wasn’t in the mood to make them. Shocking, I know.
So, he pulled a cookbook out of my collection and started searching for a good recipe. As he was looking at all of the apparently complicated steps to baking cookies, he announced that he was going to wing it.
I then had to explain to him how baking is not exactly something that you wing. And that it’s part science with that whole baking soda/powder thing and just because you can’t readily find it in mom’s baking stash, does not mean you can skip it.
Oy. Oddly and miraculously enough, the cookies were edible. Much to everyone’s shock including Aidan’s.
Lastly, I want to share with you a partial parenting victory. Sort of…
I’ve been riding my kids for 18 years to put crap away in the bathroom. No one ever listens. I try very hard to put my crap away as to set a good example. Usually.
The other day I used the Static Guard to make sure my skirt wouldn’t ride up my thighs and expose my buttocks to the world. That just wouldn’t be right. Well, on this one day I left said Static Guard on the counter.
One of the kids actually took the initiative to put everything away including the Static Guard, which I promptly used as hairspray the next morning.
On the upside, you could’ve rubbed one hundred balloons on my head and they wouldn’t stick. You just never know when you’re going to encounter a multitude of balloons.
You really can’t get upset at kids for putting stuff away even if it’s in the wrong place. I guess.
There’s one word that will never be used to describe my life. Boring. Boring it is not.