Again???

So the whole cookies for breakfast debacle began with a gesture of kindness. M got up a little earlier than usual and made old fashioned oatmeal for breakfast. Now, I just love oatmeal, but rarely do I have the time (or the patience) to make that in the morning. I'm too busy trying to remember to put my underwear on right to be bothered with a hot meal. Therefore, when M does this I am thrilled. It's such a simple gesture, but it makes my day.

Monkey has enjoyed this oatmeal before, asking for more of either my bowl or M's bowl. So, logically (whoops, our first mistake) assuming Monkey would want her own bowl, M served it up. I added honey and raisins, and Monkey went ballistic.

M attempted to entice her into taking a bite - just a bite - by explaining it was like an oatmeal cookie in her bowl. And that's when it started, the begging, the pleading, the crying and wailing.....because in the cupboard, just a few feet away, were the tasty oatmeal cookies Monkey had made with Nana. Now that daddy had said the "c" word (cookie, people! get your mind out of the gutter!) word, all bets were off.

Despite all the drama, and M’s and my laughter at the theatrics, I decided to include a cookie in her lunch bag. Because after all, who wouldn’t want a homemade cookie for lunch, right?

Of course when we got to school, Monkey continued to insist on eating her cookie RIGHT THEN. At one point in time she was laying on the floor, crying and trying to writhe her way to freedom with the cookie in her hand (to no avail - I can walk faster than she can writhe. But it was a sight to see!). And the cookie went back into her lunch bag.

That evening, when I picked Monkey up from school, one of her teachers told me a story about lunchtime: when Monkey opened up her lunch she immediately pulled the cookie out. Turning, she looked at her teacher and asked “Can I have the cookie now? Or is mommy going to say no AGAIN?

Can't you just see that eye roll?

OMG it is April and SNOWING OUTSIDE

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Top o' the morning to ya

Monkey had a serious case of the grumples on the way to school this morning.

This is the face I got when I explained for the 10000th time that no, she could not have cookies for breakfast.

Her face perfectly telegraphs her disgust at my laughter (because I was, indeed, laughing at her!).....

ah, the joys of motherhood.

Standards....or the life of a mom with a wrist fracture

i have an avulsion fracture in my wrist, so am wearing a brace for a few weeks. that is good - it isn't a cast!

whee!!! I can shower!!!

my, how my standards have fallen. taking a shower now ranks up there with things I most want out of a day. heh

Jaded

I love living in New York City. I really do. Some might find this strange, considering how I grew up hunting and fishing in Minnesota. But really, where else in the world can you live in this type of an urban environment, electric and eclectic, and yet be only a few hours away from one of the largest parks in the US (the Adirondacks), where unfettered wilderness is accessible and (well-nigh) pristine? Really, it's the best of both worlds. That is, in my humble opinion.

Of course, the Adirondacks aren't the only source of wildlife.

Last week, on St. Patrick's Day, I was making my way to work. As I walked up Broadway I passed a young(ish) man who was wearing a set of pink wings. Yes, wings. Like a fairy, or a Victoria Secret model. (only trust me, this schlub of a guy was NOT someone who should prance around in his underwear. shudder)

The funny thing about this encounter wasn't the fact that he was wearing wings. What was amusing was my response.....all I could think was, hmmm, those are the wrong color. They should be green.