It's quite obvious that Cubby's childhood is already quite different from the majority of his American peers. And his life--as long as he continues to live here, at least--will probably always be outside the mainstream. But in the end, he is still just a small boy and I am still just a stay at home mom*.
So when I find myself feeling like shit for the . . . how many days is it now? Five million and two? Anyway, feeling like shit AGAIN, staring stupefied at The Cat in the Hat as rain threatens outside and wondering what the hell I'm going to do with Cubby for the next three hours before his nap . . .
Well, then I must just take the child to the kitchen and make some damn cookies. So we did. Oatmeal and chocolate chip, to be specific. And of course, I gave Cubby one of the beaters to lick, because that is an inalienable right of childhood that I am certainly not going to deny my son.
I think he enjoyed it.
He's sleeping now. And I am sitting here eating boxed macaroni and cheese directly from the pot. Because it's not all locavore cuisine and idyllic scenes around here all the time. Just thought you should know that.
* Okay, maybe not JUST a stay at home mom, as most of those women do not count sheep herding among their home duties. They don't know how good they have it.
Is Cubby like suspended from the ceiling, jumping for joy, or just levitating on his own? It's looks like it could be all three actually.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear you're still under the weather (pun intended). I truly feel your angst with a whole three hours of nothing planned and forced indoor time with a three year old. Glad you had the cookie fixings.
Looks like Cubby is in little boy heaven with his beater.
ReplyDeleteYes, like the dog that used to levitate when he got a dog biscuit.
I think it was a cartoon. tu mere, no which one I am talking about?
Beth
Yeah, dude. To all of it. Just yeah.
ReplyDeleteOh, and roger that about the chicken feet being awesome for stock - I heard that from a foodie friend of mine and will definitely make them into stock. After washing 12 weeks of crusty nastiness off them, a' course.
NEVER EVER call yourself "just" a stay at home mom. You are giving your children the best start in life and you should be damn proud of it. Spoken from one who was also a stay at home mom once upon a time.
ReplyDeleteI know, the photo looks weird. He was lying on the floor. I took it from the side, but then rotated it before I uploaded it. Perhaps I should have left it sideways to avoid the levitation confusion.
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