Saturday, May 11, 2019

Momming Monday Archive: Easter Candy


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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