Thursday, March 29, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
When it is accompanied by cake I was (and still am) always willing to take the edge or corner piece with the extra frosting when no one wants it. I would even scope one out before taking a piece from a table full. It took a little while for Scott to learn that I was not the girl who doesn't need the extra sugar - I lived for it - so don't offer to get me some and come back with a skimpy piece and loaded piece expecting to eat the good one yourself. No, I will eat frosting off your plate every time!
No frosting is immune either. Butter cream, chocolate, Arnie's, Costco, and the most convenient: Betty Crocker. It's on sale this week at Meijer, only $1 a tub. My first trip this week I held back, the second trip, not so strong. I made cupcakes, just to have leftover frosting...wow, it is sad to admit that really. But at least this time there were cupcakes, normally it is just an open tub sitting helpless in the fridge, tucked just behind the condiments my husband doesn't eat so that he won't know it is there, ready to be dipped into at any time. It's defenseless to my advances...never stood a chance.
In fact, Scott is out in the garage right now. I took advantage of this by indulging in the last spoonful. He never knew what hit him (Scott or the frosting). I don't know that Scott would share in the frosting fest, I didn't ever want to take the chance. I gave him hints, glimpses, rare opportunites to partake, "I'm having graham crackers and frosting, do you want one?" He turned it down every time, and thus, the episodes continued.
It's so bad that last night after I made the cupcakes Scott came home and asked if I had one. I asked why, not admitting to any alledged activities. He commented that I had frosting on my lips. Any normal person would have wiped it off with a napkin or towel. Not me, I attacked my lips with my tongue, no frosting would be lost to a napkin!
By writing this, I know am increasing the risk of being 'found out' by Scott (everyone really) but I think that my conscience and probably my hips are silently screaming against the obscenity that is the love of frosting!
Monday, March 19, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Henry spent the day at Levi's house playing and napping. The boys are definitely learning to share this week. Our dad and mom are vacationing so Olivia and I are sharing day care duties. Henry and Levi get to see each other everyday this week...they seem to be handling it well!
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
I just shake off the comments because I love my ice cream and don't really care if I eat it quickly or not. I have never gotten a 'brain freeze' or anything similar. I consider this then a skill or talent that I possess. Maybe even a special power!
It was mostly my family that knew of this special power, but it came up yesterday at work. A vendor brought in bagels and I of course had one. I ate it as quickly as my ice cream I guess. The question was then asked "Do you eat like a duck and not even chew your food just swallow?" I was appalled!
So, it got me to thinking...as I inhale my ice cream tonight. I've heard (alternate phrase to "they say") that you really only taste the first two bites of your food and then just swallow the rest. I figure then that if I savor the first two bites it doesn't really matter if I scarf down the rest. I'm sure that this philosophy applies to calories as well, but that is another topic another time.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
The second thing I found though was really what spurred my thinking and this post. As I flipped the covers up, this small sock was revealed. I know that it isn't mine, or Scott's, it has to be Henry's. So why is it in our bed? Maybe because our bed has become his changing table, his napping place, and an additional play spot. Our friends made the comment that you could tell Henry had taken over the house. I shared this comment with Scott as we got ready that night and cleared our bed of a small pair of sweat pants, a stuffed dog and a box of wet wipes. We decided we had no idea what they were talking about!
So...'they say' you should keep your bedroom free of child things so that it remains an adult room, a place for just you and your husband. But is this really something to believe? Our bedroom has become a place that Henry crashes on Sunday mornings before we all get up, or before dinner as we change our clothes. It is where we snuggle after his bath, or lay any time just to watch the ceiling fan spin. All of those moments I would never give up or change, so at what point do you have to question what 'they say'?
I guess that is really the point. 'They say' is just a cover for "I'm not sure what to think about this but other people think that..." Do you believe the so called experts, or motherly instinct that feels right. It shouldn't matter what 'they say' only what I say! I try to tell that to my husband too, but his response is "they say...you should keep your mind open to what others have to say!"