My kids are cute. I
am not. They are ridiculously cute. Tiny Magoo looks suspiciously like the Gerber
baby picture on the food, and I have been studiously avoiding telling Kiddo
Magiddo her actual pretty factor to avoid an ego blast, but she is sweet and
funny and charming to boot. Suffice to
say, they are ca-yute, which is fun and all, but it cases a problem on
candy-related holidays. Kiddo attended
three Easter egg hunts and received three baskets in addition, so my house is
stuffed with chocolate and jelly beans.
And she scored some really good stuff, which I am trying my level best not
to eat while she's asleep. Halloween is
worse. She smiles up at those nice
people in an adorable costume I made, and the handfuls of candy go flying.
After years of this (and of trying to guess what she
wouldn't miss if we ate it in the middle of the night), we have come up with a
system. She can bring home as much as
she wants, as the thrill is in the hunt.
A day or so later, we gather all the candy in one place, and the candy
she wants goes into one bowl, while the candy she doesn't care about goes into
another. We then pick out the handful of
goodies we want (peanut butter cups are wasted on the young, I tell you), and
send the rest to Fuzzy's work or to be used in the next thing. Kiddo gets to
have a piece or two every night for dessert, and after about two months, the
rest gets tossed. It's not perfect, but
it exists, which is better than our previous method, which was to have a huge
container of the stuff in the cupboard for six months at a time.
Tiny, luckily, seems to be mostly verbally appreciated and
snuggled right now, which I enjoy, because (1) that kid is so sweet and (2) I
have less stuff to locate. We're
consciously acquiring less stuff for Tiny.
She has all she needs and more and is a happy little bean. I now know that she will use these things for
so little time that I don't need to overwhelm her with everything under the
sun. Right now, the big winners are the
ring of plastic keys, the dog who rides with her in the car, and her changing
table lovie, Biedermeier.
Kiddo just turned 9, and is fascinated by fashion for right
now. At least, she's obsessed with
Project Runway. I've been avoiding
giving her a sewing machine until she understands more fundamentals, so she's
been handsewing everything. We gave her
a dress form that's close to her size and another close to the size of her
dolls for her birthday. She is loving
them, and I need to find more fabric for her to play with. I figure I'll introduce her to patterns in
about six months, then perhaps a sewing machine for Christmas. Any advice, sewing moms?
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