Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Homemade Granola Bars

A friend of mine posts on facebook often that she and her kids are eating home made granola bars fresh out of the oven. I'm always so jealous. It just sounds good. Warm granola bars. And a glass of milk. At first, when I read her status for the first time I was like, "Who the heck has time to make their own granola bars?" Then I remembered who my friend was and I remembered, "Oh, freakin Supermom does!" She really is a Supermom... I have no idea how she accomplishes some of the things she does and still seems so positive. I asked her for the recipe and she gave me one from I love this site. Their mobile app has this cool spinner that helps you pick out dishes based upon the type of meal, the main ingredient and how you want to cook it. Its my go to for everything.

The recipe she gave me, I'd still like to try but I didn't use this time. It required wheat germ and I have no idea what that is. I looked for it at several different grocery stores anyway but had no luck. Perhaps I should have googled it. Anyway, based upon collaborations of some of the other recipes, I built my own. I'm eating some now and its pretty darn yummy.

My Recipe:
2 1/2 cups rolled oats
1/2 cup of a granola mix (rolled oats, cherries, vanilla, and sunflower seeds)
1/3 cup of sliced almonds
2 tbs melted butter
1/2 craisins
1/4 cup raisins
8 ounces of buttermilk
1 1/2 tbs brown sugar

Mix it all together and throw it in the oven at 350 degrees. Mine cooked for about 25 minutes. If you want yours crunchier, leave them in longer.

They're pretty darn good. The kids loved them. I like that making these were cheaper than buying granola bars. Also, these are much healthier and personally, I thought they tasted better. I also like that I can make whatever kind I want. I think that next time, I'll use craisins, chocolate chips and some coconut. I think the hubby will love those. They're pretty filling too so giving small pieces to kids at snack times will work really well.

Mmmm. These are so stinking good. This Wannabe Supermom is stuffed and happy.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Picking Your Battles

I consider myself a creative person so I love encouraging that side of my children. However, I don't like them being creative all over my walls.

Yesterday morning, my husband stayed home with the two youngest children because they had coughs and runny noses while I took our oldest to church with me. I put crayons and paper in her purse since she was going to the service with me instead of the nursery (we go to the 8 am service and the only kids there are mine and so there's no point in having a Sunday School class for just the two of them... but with only one there...). She did great. Colored the whole time which was fine with me since she's pretty loud when she's bored. I forgot about the crayons though and had her take her purse upstairs to her room when we got home.

I was sitting here in the office and my husband was in the living room feeding the baby when we noticed how quiet it was. He went upstairs to check on the kids playing in their rooms when I heard him say, very slowly, "Oh. No." Of course, I ran out of the office and flew up the stairs. The wall at the top of the landing was covered in my daughters artwork. The bedroom doors were as well. And there was a nice big "A" written on the wall in our son's room. My husband asked, "Who did this?" to which my daughter proudly exclaimed, "I did, Daddy!" I think she thought we'd be proud of her. Secretly, we were proud of the "A" but not so much the rest of it.

I went out and bought some Mr. Clean Magic Erasers today. Those things are fantastic. They get anything off the walls. Including the paint. My original plan was to get my daughter to help scrub all the crayon off. She tried. But the kid is a twig and couldn't scrub hard enough to make any progress. I got to do it all. I made her sit next to me while I scrubbed it though. She wasn't allowed to go play. In my frustration, I rubbed too hard in a few places and took the paint right off the wall.

Obviously, I learned my lesson. Don't forget when you give the kids crayons. Don't let the kids have crayons upstairs. But what was the right punishment for this? She asked me this morning if she was allowed to color and I told her no because she was still being punished for her graffiti spree from the day before. Is this too much? Does she even really remember doing it? Its not the first time she's done it so how hard do you punish a 3 year old who is just being creative? How strongly can I punish her when I was the foolish one who didn't take the crayons out of her purse? Did I end up receiving my own punishment for my slip up? Yeah, I'd say so. Took me about an hour and I went through 6 magic erasers and then had to wash the wall with a sponge. Now I'm going to get to repaint it too.

Its hard to know what battles to fight and how to fight them. I've never mothered a 3 year old before so this is new territory for me. My third kid better watch out. By the time she's 3, I'll have a pretty tough regiment. I'll probably have a lock on the crayon box by then. How do I make a 3 year old understand though that its not ok to "artistically express yourself" on some one else's belongings? Yeah, that wall belongs to my husband and I. How am I supposed to make her understand that the wall belongs to Mommy and Daddy? Perhaps I'll just tell her and see how she responds.

Sometimes, a Wannabe Supermom's battles are tedious. Today's battle was just that.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

They're Never Too Young to Learn Responsibility

I don't know about anyone else, but I only have two arms and two hands. I have one head, one mouth, two eyes and two ears. I have two legs and two feet. And a brain that feels like its going to explode most of the time. I don't have enough limbs or great enough speed to do everything that needs to be done in the day. And I think God got it right when He made days only 24 hours long. I don't think I could handle them being any longer.

I've been feeling for a while that the kids need more order and discipline in their lives. I don't mean discipline like punishments, I mean it in the sense that they need regiment, a planned persistant constant in their days. I find that when they're on a schedule, they're not so cranky and chaotic. I also have felt that they need to be a little more resonsible for their own actions. I know that the two oldest (the ones I'm currently reffering to) are only 3 and almost 2. However, they're never too young to learn responsibility. They're practicly crying out for it. They love to help. They love to have something that they're individually in charge of. Some may disagree but they love for you to set rules and for them to be praised when they obey. Any kid is like this. Some kids are a little more strong willed than others with an agenda all their own but you will find with any kid, they like to be loved and rewarded for their behavior.

I've been talking to other moms with kids roughly my childrens' ages. Many of them say that they've started keeping charts of their kids' responibilities and good behavior. I think this is a fantastic idea and I'm going to give it a shot. I may tweak things as we go along to figure out what works best with my kids.

I only have 4 chores listed on their chart and each kid will have their own chore within that listing. All chores will be supervised until I feel that they can do it all on their own. On the dry erase board, each kid will have their own color marker and will get a check mark for completing their chore. At the end of the day, we will count up each individuals check marks and put a star on the calendar. Each star color will represent how many check marks they received during the day (I haven't totally figured this one out yet but its where I'm starting). If I have to tell them more than once twice to finish their chore, they don't get a check mark. At the end of the week, each kid will get to draw a reward from the "mystery bag". There will be different mystery bags. The bags will represent rewards appropriate for the number of stars/checks they got during the week. If they only got like 9 stars all week, then they'll pull from the bag with a mediocre reward like picking a movie to watch that night. We watch movies with them often so this isn't that big of a deal. One of the better rewards might be something like going out for ice cream or getting a toy from the dollar store. I think this may get a bit complicated but like I said, I'll figure out what works best as we go.

Feed Dogs: We have 3 dogs. They get fed twice a day, indiviually. My oldest will get to pour their water and the younger will pour the food. Something tells me that this will be a chore that gets supervised until they're about 10 :)

Set/Clear the Table: My youngest (my son) will put placemats and napkins on the table and the oldest (my daughter) will put plates and cups out. I'm not letting them do the silverware because they have a tendancy to use them as poking devices when I'm not looking. If I'm cooking, I really don't feel like having to stop just because some one decided to stab the other with a fork or something. Then, after the meal, my son will remove the placemats and put them in the sink and my daughter will put the plates and cups on the counter.

Pick Up Toys: I'm pretty tired of cleaning up every one elses messes so they need to clean up their own toys. Each kid will have to pick up whatever they were playing with. If they were playing together, they each have to help clean up the same mess.

Clean Bedrooms: I have this separate from "Pick Up Toys" because the toy mess usually takes place in the living room. The bedrooms are disasters of their own. And it doesn't just include toys. They have a tendancy to pull sheets off beds and take the clothes out of the dirty baskets to dress up stuffed animals and much more (its amazing what kinds of messes kids are capable of making). So keeping their rooms clean is a totally different chore. And believe me, the rooms have a new mess every morning. I will go in there to wake them up just to find out that they've been up for an hour already and pulled every toy off the shelf (or in my son's case, every shirt out of the drawer and one time, he even managed to pull the front off the drawer).

Potty: This one is only for my son as we're just now starting to potty train him. Any time he actually uses the potty, he'll get a check mark.

I'm not going to keep track of their time outs or anything because I don't want to dwell on their bad behavior. I only want to praise and reward the good. Eventually, the responsibilities will change and they'll start getting an allowance but for now, stickers, highfives and ice cream will work just fine.

My goal is to teach them to help others, take responsibility for their own actions, to work as a team and work is rewarding. Not gonna lie, it'll be nice when they are old enough to do things like wash dishes and vacuum. Hopefully, this Wannabe Supermom is on her way to being able to relax every once in a while as the kids learn some responsibility.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Sometimes you just need to eat a brownie and realize its not your life...

Sometimes, a brownie is just what I need. I gave up cigarettes and drinking anything, no matter how much, is a bad idea when you're stressed. So, the best thing is some warm chocolate.

Today, some one that I care about did something very stupid. Well, they did something stupid a while ago and are just now being honest about it. The thing that kills me is that this stupid thing has hurt me but is going to hurt this individual much more than they realize. Whats worse is that I did the same exact thing and have told this person, "RUN FOR THE HILLS!!!" But they wont listen. It kills me. I'm pretty sure too, that not learning from others mistakes is total foolishness. But I have no room to judge as I have a hard time learning from my own mistakes. I know the reprecutions of this particular stupid act though and want to slap the crap out of this person to wake them up.

I've spent most of the afternoon thinking about this. I was raised by amazing parents. They had morals, were wise (and are wiser now than they were back then), were smart, loving, generous, selfless, sacrificing and led me in the ways of the Lord. I keep saying "were" but really, they still are.They raised me based on the Bible and even if you don't see the Bible for what it truely is, you have to admit that the principles taught in it are pretty sound. Confucious has nothing on God. I wondered why, with the wonderful parents that I had, did I make the stupid mistakes that I did. I know for a fact that this person who I was refering to earlier was also raised by good, honest, loving people. Why is it then, that kids sometimes go in the complete opposite dirrection that how they were brought up? What did all those parents do wrong that their kids screwed up so badly?

Then it came to me. The parents did the best job they could. The mistakes made were not theirs but those of the kids. I screwed up. Not my parents. I made my own decisions. Not them. I decided to go against what I knew to be right and just. Not the good loving people that raised me. Dad and Mom, please be reassured (if you ever even wondered) that you did a great job raising me and that the mistakes I made were my own and had nothing to do with you.

This realization terrifies me. It scares me because I know that no matter how I raise my kids, how much love and effort and prayer that I put into them, they still posess free will and will control their own actions. I'm not as strong as my parents are. I couldn't handle kids like me. All I can do is my very best to make sure they're equipt with the knowledge and morals and wisdom needed to make the right choices. And pray. Pray constantly. I think praying for your children is one of the best things a parent can do. Any grown up in their right mind knows that the world really is a scary place. Sending my kids out into it with out protection is criminal. God is their best deffense.

As much as I am hurting for this friend of mine who recently really really screwed up (and is defending their actions which makes the situation even more frieghtening), as much as I can plead with them not to continue doing what they're doing, I can't do anything about it. I feel helpless but its not my life to live. All I can do is pray that this person will realize the error of their actions before things get too much worse. My friend is headed down a very very dark, lonely road and it breaks my heart to think of the things that are in store.

Parenting is hard. Its even harder when you realize that one day, your kids will be on their own, making their own decisions. I have to take what I learned from my parents and take what I've learned while on my own road and teach my children with love and wisdom.

This Wannabe Supermom is a little nervous about the future but is suiting up to battle all that comes at me and my family.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Ode to my Mom

The spedometer is set at 80 mph and the liscence plate says, "I (heart) Gram."

I am ok with admitting that there was a time when I used to think, "I hope I never turn out like my mother." It was a time when I was foolish and rebelious and going in the total wrong dirrection with my life. Thats the only reason why I'm ok with admitting it. "There was a time when..." meaning, that time is no more.

I have two daughters and a son. I'm one of the most important people in their lives. I'm not saying this in a prideful way, its just a fact. They would struggle without their father and I. Granted, I know I could entrust them to the people I love and that those people would love them almost as much as I and would sacrifice their lives for my children. There's something about parents though that a kid just needs.

To this day, my mom is one of the most important people in my life. I don't know what I'd do with out her. She used to drive me nuts, and I'm not saying she doesn't at times now but thats usually when I'm... well, lets just say that I am pretty irritable during certain weeks when my hormones are going crazy. And I know that there are still times when I drive her up the wall. But loving some one does that to you sometimes. I used to be pretty mean to my mom. I mean, cruel. I said things to her that I wish I could take back and I did things to her that no person deserves to have to go through. She stuck by me through it all though. My mom (both of my parents, really) understands and shows unconditional love to me. On a daily basis. I'm sure that there were times when she wanted to kick my butt and knock me out cold just to shut me up. But she didn't. I don't know how she didn't, but she didn't. She didn't take it lying down though like some mom's do. She didn't let me walk all over her. I've had friends who were mean and disrespectful to their moms and the mom just stood there and acted like nothing was going on and continued to worship the ground my friends walked on. Not my mom. She held her ground and let me know that I wasn't going to knock her down, try as I might. She never crumbled under my intensity or rashness. She continued to be a good parent and an amazing mom.

I DO hope I turn out like my mom when I grow up (because I'm deffinetally not done yet). She took good care of my family and still does. She used to hound me about the guys I was dating. At the time, I ignored her and pretended not to hear her. But I wish I'd listened. If I only knew then what she seemed to know from the begining, life would have been a lot easier for me. She used to get on me about my grades and getting a good job. This drove me insane at the time. But if I'd listened to her, life would be different and not so difficult as it is now. I hope I have the wisdom to open my mouth and teach my children like she did and does instead of keeping it shut and not helping my kids.

The craddle she made for my babies

Around this time last year, my dad was on a motorcycle trip in North Carolina and got in a pretty bad accident. He was in the hospital for weeks. My mom, all by herself, went down there from Maryland and stayed with him. While he was in the hospital, my grandfather, her stepdad, died. She drove from NC to PA for the funeral and then back down to NC to stay with my dad and then bring him home. A week or so after that, she drove from Maryland to Florida so we could all celebrate my little sister's college graduation. Not long before Christmas, her mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. My grandmother (who is a strangly resiliant woman... seriously, I don't know how she keeps on going full tilt after all the health issues she's had) had to have multiple chemo and radiation treatments, some of which she is still going through. Then, in the begining of the year, her dad's, my grandfather, health deteriorated rapidly and he passed away in early March. She went down to Florida to spend his last days with him. She's had a few more things happen since then too. Through it all though, she's been stronger than I thought a person capable. I know that the only way she's gotten through it all is by the help and mercy of God but still... Its been a lot for one person to handle. And she's handled it with a strength that is beyond anything I've ever witnessed. I'd have crumbled a long time ago. Shoot, when the first bit happened, the night I heard my dad got in the accident, I smoked about 2 packs of cigarettes in less than 24 hours. There's no way I'd be standing still if I was in her shoes. And somehow, even though she was the one who needed some comfort and reassurance, she was the one wiping all of our tears. I hope that one day, I am as strong of a woman as my mother. She's more amazing than WonderWoman. Mom, you deserve to be imortalized in your own comic books series. You're a flippin action figure!!!

My mom doesn't wear make up. I can't remember the last time I saw her wear pink. I don't think I've ever seen her with her nails painted (even though she does have some of the cleanest fingernails I've ever seen). She does wear some pretty amazing jewelry but I give my dad credit for that one. He likes to give her really pretty gifts. My mom is different from any other mom I know. And I love that about her. My husband asked me one time if my mom used to take me to the malls and stuff when I was younger. Mall shopping with my mom was... a challenge. The challenge was to find what we wanted as quick as possible before mom got irritated with the crowds and things got stressful. No, my mom taught me how to play softball and basketball. My mom is a photographer. And a motorcycle rider. And a woodworker. She really is a gifted photographer. I can't wait till she retires and I can take the kids to her house for their pictures instead of JC Penny's or something. She rides motorcycles. Shes's taken trips with my dad all up and down the east coast and out in Vegas and to the Grand Canyon... with out trailoring the bikes the entire time. Most women don't even ride their own motorcycles, let alone go on serious bike trips. My mom also loves to wood work. She has made some pretty amazing things for my kids. She made the craddle that has held all three of my babies, she made my oldest a rocking Harley Davidson to match her own, and she made my son a rocking airplane. I'm looking forward to seeing what she's going to make for the baby. She is an incredibly gifted, well rounded person.

I don't know a single person that doesn't adore my mom. Any one that meets her, loves her. I have friends that tell me that when they're in town, they like to go see my mom. I think that any one who has anything negative to say about her can't see past their own nose and has forgotten how badly their own poop stinks.

I hope I'm like my mom when I grow up. I think she's an incredible woman who does a lot for her family and would give her life for each and every one of us. I hope I have her perseverence. I hope I aquire her creativity and ability to make beautiful things. I hope that I'm able to chanel my tenacity the way she does in order to get things accomplished. I hope that I am never afraid to speak up, just like her. I hope that I am able to take care of my family in all the unnoticed, unappreciated ways that she does. I hope my children get to know her better over the years because she is a truely remarkable woman.

The airplane she made for my son

Mom, thanks for never failing me and for giving me an example of a true, accomplished SuperMom. I love you.

 (Disclaimer: My dad is also a wonderful human being. He is an amazing Daddy and I owe a lot of credit to him as well. I truely believe that he is a much better dad to me than most men are capable of being. I don't know what I'd do with out him either. I just felt the need to let my mom know how much I appreciate her,that I think she's a great mom and to thank her for setting the standard.)

Friday, August 19, 2011

Pajama Parties

One of the best parts about being a kid is being allowed to get excited about EVERYTHING. I think that as a parent, it is part of our job as raising and loving our children to give them things to get excited about. My husband and I have tried to start our own family traditions and carry on some that our parents started with us as kids.

Some of the ones we had as kids were things like my husband going to Pittsburgh Pirates baseball games with his grandfather and eating at certain restaurants (restaurants that we still make sure we take his grandfather to when we're all there together). For me, some things I looked forward to, and still do when I visit my parents, are my mom's Saturday morning breakfasts. She would get up and cook eggs, bacon, perogies, toast with jelly, and sausages cooked in real New England maple syrup. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Sunday mornings, before church, she would make omelets for everyone.  Every Friday night, my husband's grandparents would take him out to dinner. After my dad got his motorcycle, I looked forward to Saturday mornings that I'd get to go on rides with him. Christmas morning, my sister makes delicious home made cinnamon buns. Around Christmas time, as kids, my parents used to drive us around the neighborhoods at night to look at the lights. At Halloween, our family carved pumpkins and we all voted on who's is the best and that person got a prize. Now, it seems that whenever there's a large group of people at my parent's house, its tradition to have a huge bonfire (and sometimes the cops, hahaha). These things I looked forward to as a kid and all of them I still look forward to.

Kids NEED something to look forward to. Kids NEED to feel special and loved. They NEED to feel like their parents care about them and want to spend time with them. This does NOT change over time. I still have that same need and desire. It is important to me to satisfy that need for my kids.

One of the traditions we have started is Friday night Pajama Parties. It starts with us eating something fun like pizza or tacos for dinner (and mommy having a cup or two of tea to help me unwind a little). After, we clean up and start to work on the late night munchies. Tonight, we will be baking cookies. Also, we will be munching on a "Cobourn" (my maiden name) classic. I have no idea where my parents got the idea from but we eat M&M's in our popcorn. I hate eating my popcorn any other way. It used to gross out my husband until he realized that the popcorn doesn't end up tasting like candy. There's just something about the sweet and salty mix...Anyway, the kids ask for theirs with m&m's in it now too. After we get the snacks ready, we get into our PJ's, the hubby pulls the mattress off the guest bed and brings it into the living room, we gather all the blankets and pillows and plop down on the mattress for movie time. Its as simple as that. Its just glorified movie time but the kids love it. The grandeur of it all makes it even more fun for them and different from any other "movie night". Its inexpensive and it brings us all together. All of us end up falling asleep on the mattress and I'll wake up tomorrow morning and make pancakes for every one.

I used to think it was weird when I'd hear adults say that they liked being home more than anything else. I think it was weird to me just because I was young and wanted to hang out with my friends. I understand now though. There is nothing in the world that makes me happier than being home with my husband and children just hanging out. I like spending time in the home that I've worked hard with my husband to create. I enjoy the fruits of my labor (that includes the kids I've popped out).

Here's to sharing joy with my children and my husband.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

My New Sewing Machine

Ok, I have another challenge ahead of me. My amazing parents just bought me a sewing machine. All of the neat "appliances" I have, I have my parents to thank for. Some women may think its weird to get gifts like this or a bread maker or an electric can opener but I love it. And the fact that they got it for me just because the love me means the world to me. I really do have wonderful parents and consider myself greatly blessed. I can't remember the last time I sewed anything though. Whatever it was, it probably didn't turn out that well. Certain things (all things "domestic") I'm really bad at. However...

I'm so excited about this gift that I could pee my pants. And then sew myself some new ones :)

Its a Brother sewing machine. I'd never even heard of this brand until a friend of mine recently told me that she had one. I am pretty sure that my mom has a Singer and so does my husband's grandmother and aunt.

It would be a shame if I didn't learn how to sew. My grandmother is an amazing seamstress. She can make anything under the sun if you give her a needle and thread or some yarn and knitting needles. She works for a Woolrich store in Pennsylvania and has worked there ever since I can remember. She used to work in the fabric department and she would make all these neat pillows and quilts and such and the store would put them on display. My mom used to make dresses for my sister and me. I've crocheted before. I made my oldest daughter a blanket. For my youngest, I hand sewed pillows for her nursery. Maybe my first project will be to make something for my son for his upcoming birthday. Hmmm... Maybe a CARs pillow and blanket set. Yeah. Keep the first project easy ;)

Thanks Mom and Dad for the gift. I promise I'll put it to good use!!!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

I wish some one had put THIS in the manual...

I have the book "What to Expect in the First Year" by the same woman who wrote, "What to Expect when You're Expecting". That book is FULL of amazing and helpful information. Even on my third child in 4 years, I find myself opening the book when I'm unsure of something and can't get hold of my mom. However, there are a TON of things that the book, or any parenting book or magazine I've ever read for that matter, doesn't prepare you for. Following are some funny (and some not so funny) things that have happened with my children over the last 3 years. These are listed in no particular order of occurrence and I've had to recruit my parents and sister to help me remember most of them but they're still comical.

I've been told that a child is like a monkey. They hear you say something and they'll repeat it back. I never knew how true this was though until I walked in on my oldest in her room one day. She was upstairs playing in her bedroom, sitting at her table talking on her toy phone when I walked in to tell her it was time for lunch. She turned around and said, "Mommy, I'm busy right now." Then she turned back around and said, "Its ok, Santa, I'm back." When I'm on the phone and the kids are coming up to me and begging me for something, I tell them, "Mommy's busy right now." I just had my own words thrown back at me. I love that she was talking to Santa though. Probably giving him the scoop on whether Mommy has been naughty or nice.

I had a baby about 2 months ago. A baby girl. She's beautiful. I know I'm being partial but its still the truth. When I was in the hospital after giving birth to her, my husband brought my other daughter and son in to visit me. My oldest, my other daughter, walks in and immediately comes over to my bed and asks about "the baby that the doctors took out of Mommy's belly". My son didn't even notice her. The first time she cried after we brought her home, he suddenly realized that there was another person in the room. He screamed and ran the opposite direction. He's still not used to her though. Not too long ago, I told him to give her a kiss goodnight. I'm not sure what exactly happened, but he kissed her, gagged and ran the opposite direction looking terrified. I think she turned her head at the last second and he kissed her open mouth and it grossed him out. But his frightened facial expression was priceless.

My oldest turned 3 in early June. She talks non stop now. Most of the time she's on "repeat" but every once in a while, she says something that has me in tears from laughing so hard. She's also the child that takes everything literally. It makes for some funny moments. One day, she was whining about something her brother did to her and I told her to get a grip. She looks at me oddly, looks around her and shrugs. "Where's a grip, Mommy?" I love her. Another time, her pants were falling down and my husband says to her, "Pull your pants up. I don't want to see the moon." She looks out the window and the mid day sun and say, "The moon isn't out, Daddy."

No one ever tells you the weird, random stuff. At least, I hope its not just my children that do it. I have my oldest two, my daughter and my son, take their baths together. They have a Jack and Jill style bathroom going in between the two bedrooms. I usually clean up in the bathroom or pick up their toys while they're in the bath. I don't think this is unsafe. I am never any more than just a few feet away from them and can hear everything their doing. One day, my daughter starts screaming. Since this isn't unusual for my wonderful drama queen daughter, I kind of ignored it until I realized what she was saying. She was screaming, "Poop!" My son had pooped in the bath tub. When I ran in there, she was standing on one foot, trying to practically climb up the wall of the shower to get away from the floaters. She was totally terrified. I'm not going to lie, I was too, but her face was just so funny that I laughed out loud anyway. But no one ever told me that kids poop in the bath. My oldest never did. But fishing turds out of the tub so they don't go down the drain is probably the grossest thing I've ever had to do.

Last year, my children were in "school" only two days a week. I would get them up, feed them, dress them, put on some cartoons and sneak into my own room to put my makeup on so I didn't scare the other carpool moms. One day, I came out and noticed something all over my son's face that looked like chocolate. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was poop. One of the dogs had pooped on the floor (something very uncharacteristic for my dogs) and he had not only stuck his hands in it, but he had tried to eat it. This is not the first time this has happened in this house though. My female and male bred and we had six puppies at one time. It is NOT easy to make sure your yard is free of dog poop when you have eight dogs. My daughter was just over a year old. We were ALL playing outside one day when from across the yard, I saw her pick up a piece of poop and put it in her mouth. I wasn't able to get to her quick enough. Thankfully, she does not like the flavor and immediately spit it out. But no one told me that children are attracted to dog poop just as much as they are attracted to candy.

No one told me that little boys will turn ANYTHING into a weapon. I was playing with my oldest on our living room floor one day, bent over tickling her when out of no where, I felt a serious stab of pain in my butt. My son, who was barely walking at the time, had run into the room with a fork and stabbed me in the butt with it. I never knew being stabbed with a fork would hurt so much.

No one ever told me that kids are attracted to only the messiest things they can find (which, I should have known any way and maybe that's why no one ever actually said it). Recently, my two oldest were up in their rooms playing. I listen for them and can usually tell what they're doing because of how wonderfully loud they are. This particular time though, I noticed NOTHING. That scares me more than the screaming. I ran upstairs to see what they were up to, my husband on my heels. As soon as we were halfway up the stairs though, we noticed a very strong odor. We rushed into my daughter's room to find them both covered in Vick's vapor rub with Barbie brushes in hand and hair sticking straight up. They had gone into our bedroom (which, in all honestly, almost always has the door shut and locked) and grabbed a jar of Vick's vapor rub, dipped Barbie brushes in it and brushed their hair with it. School open house was the next day. I bathed them twice in the following 9 hours or so just hoping to get the smell off them. My daughter hasn't had a plugged up nose since. I can still walk into her bedroom and smell it.

The world we live in is a scary place. I read the news every day and sicker and sicker things are happening to children. We decided that now is the best time to teach our kids about how to act around strangers. We taught my oldest to say, "Stranger, Danger" if some one approached her that she didn't know (forgive me if you think this is weird. I'm trying to do the best I can while trying to keep my children safe). While pregnant with my third child, I always made sure my OB appointments were on days that my kids were in school. One time though, I got a call from the office asking if I could reschedule. What was I supposed to say? So I did. I had to make it for a day that the kids were home and with the prices of babysitters now, I didn't feel like getting one just for an hour or two. So they came with me. The entire time, my usually shy daughter decided to talk to every human being that crossed our path. It was driving me nuts. Since they were pretty good during my appointment, I took them to McDonald's for ice cream and the playground afterwards. Before ordering though, we went into the bathroom for a potty break. I tried to talk to my daughter then and explain that we shouldn't talk to every random person we see because it isn't always safe. I then asked her what it was that Mommy and Daddy had taught her to say. She then proceeds to scream, "Stranger, Danger" at the top of her lungs in the McDonald's bathroom. I have never been so nervous and mortified in my life. I was expecting some one to rush in and check on us at any moment.

I wish there was a set way to potty train too. When my daughter was first learning how to use the potty by herself, we had to teach her to wipe properly. If she went #2, I would have to check and make sure she was clean before we left the bathroom. Around the time this was taking place, my husband was traveling for work more than he was home so he wasn't used to the things we were doing. One day that he was home, she went #2, called him into the bathroom and bent over. He came out wide eyed and scared. "What in the world is she doing? Why is she bent over like that with her pants down?" I cracked up and then explained to him that she was waiting for him to help her clean up. No one tells you that sometimes, the Daddy gets scared too.

No one tells you that you have to explain EVERYTHING to your kids. While we are outside, my son will brush his hair with the tire brush.

I clean our leather couches with Clorox wipes. My son doesn't know the difference between these and baby wipes. He will pull out 100 wipes from the pack and start cleaning the furniture with them. While I appreciate him trying to help, I don't like that he's wasting the stupid wipes.

I heard stories of kids taking their clothes off randomly but no one ever told me that kids LOVE being naked. My amazing mom has made toys for my kids out of wood. Instead of rocking horses, she made my daughter a rocking motorcycle that looks just like her own Harley and she made my son a rocking airplane. I don't think she expected the kids to ride them naked though. After bath time, they love to run out of the bathroom and jump on their wooden toys and go. Thankfully, I haven't had to pull any splinters out of weird places.

No one ever really explained breast feeding to me in full either. I didn't know that milk could shoot out with out any stimulant other than just being totally full. I remember when I was trying to breast feed my first baby. I had her laying on the floor in front of me while I prepared to breast feed her. I must have been really full because my milk was flowing with out my control. It shot in a steady stream and hit her right in the face. I didn't realize what was happening at first. I saw the stream but thought it was a hair. I kept trying to grab it and pull it away from myself only to realize that it was in fact the milk coming out. It really does just shoot out like a tiny hose. But I'll never forget her moving her head back in forth trying to get it out of her face while I'm confused, trying to pull a hair off of me. Pretty sure I called my mom right away with that one.

A couple nights ago, we had our daughter say the prayer for dinner. I had ordered Little Caesar's Pizza (hey, a large pizza, 8 piece crazy bread and a 2 litter for $8 can't be beat!). We all held hands and closed our eyes. She happily exclaims, "Thank yo, Jesus, that Mom can order a good pizza." I don't think that prayer time is meant to be taken lightly but how do you not laugh at that?

There are a ton of funny things that happen that no one prepares you for. Kids pooping in the tub. Kids eating dog poop. Kids screaming "Stranger Danger" in public bathrooms at the wrong times... Its all priceless. As much as many of these moments make me cringe, I'm glad they happened. I'm able to look back on them and crack up. They weren't funny when they were happening, but they are now. I'm sure there are many such moments in our future. I'm nervous about most but looking forward to all.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Domestic Engineer

I wish I had 10 arms, 5 heads, 12 ears and that I really did have eyes in the back of my head. I already look like a monster most of the time (who has time to shower or remove makeup with two kids and a baby?) so a few extra limbs wouldn't hurt. I mean, even as I've been sitting here working on this blog, my son came into the office and dumped out all the paper clips in the cabinet behind me. If I had eyes in the back of my head (don't tell my kids that I don't though, because right now, they think I really do) and extra arms, that wouldn't have happened.

My biggest struggle as a wife and mother is wanting to make every one happy all at the same time. The baby wants to be held, my oldest wants me to help her feed her stuffed animals, my son wants me to feed him and the hubby... well, all of the above (only his stuffed animals are real dogs). Most days, in the rush to get up and get every one taken care of before the munchkins start a riot, I forget to brush my teeth and put deodorant on. Its no wonder that the other mom's at the kids' school stand back 8 feet or so when they're talking to me. I look like Harry from "Harry and the Hendersons" because I'm so tired that when I actually do get to shower, I enjoy my 5 minutes of peace and quiet so much that my mind goes blank and I forget to shave anything. Shoot, maybe the hairy legs and armpits will serve as an effective form of birth control. Ha ha ha. Not with my luck ;)

I go to H&R Block to file our taxes. I'd rather leave it to a professional when its comes to stuff like that because I don't trust myself to do it properly. This last time, I got an older gentleman who was extremely friendly and sociable to file for us. When it came to the part of filing that required my job description, he asked what I did. I responded that I was a "home maker" (when I lived in Pittsburgh and was in the hospital to give birth to my daughter, the staff had to keep asking my occupation for paperwork and anytime I replied "stay at home mom", each and every person corrected me by saying "home maker").  The gentleman then told me that I should start telling people that I was a Domestic Engineer because it implies that a lot more work is being done than just "home making". The more I thought about this, the more I agreed with him. Many people think its almost lazy to be a stay at home mom. Just because some days I end up staying in my pj's, its because I'm too busy to change out of them, not because I'm too lazy to take them off and make myself presentable. I'm not going out earning a pay check but I promise that I do more work now than I ever did in any other job position I've held. One night, my husband and I were arguing and the argument led me to write down all the jobs I did and what the average income was for people who were actually employed to do those jobs. I would have made close to $300,000 a year if I was getting paid in money to do what I do. I get paid with love and as cheesy as it sounds, that's the best part of what I do. However, Domestic Engineer sounds good to me.

My sister sent me an email that I'd seen before but still love. It was "How to be a Good Wife" An Excerpt from a 1950's Textbook. Call me old fashioned but I love this because I really do believe that this is how it should be. I don't think its always practical but I also think that things are a lot different than they were in the 50's.

How To Be A Good Wife
An Excerpt from a 1950's Textbook

  • Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favorite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed.
  • Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.
  • Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
  • Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives. Run a dust cloth over the tables.
  • Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
  • Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all the noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Encourage the children to be quiet.
  • Take a few minutes to wash the childrens' hands and faces (if the are small), comb their hair, and if necessary change their clothes. They are little treasures, and he will enjoy seeing them play the part.
  • Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.
  • Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first- remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
  • Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at home and relax.
  • Your goal: To try and make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquility where your husband can renew himself in bod and spirit.
  • Don't greet him with complaints and problems.
  • Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.
  • Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.
  • Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgement or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.
  • A good wife always knows her place.

The only point I don't agree with is the second to the last one and I only conditionally disagree with it. I think that if your husband's actions are going to cause harm to the family, especially the children, its OK to question and speak up. Just try not to do it in a manner that will make him feel threatened. Like the mom in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" said. "A man may be the head of the house but the wife is the neck and she can turn the head any way she wants."

Proverbs 31:10-31

New International Version (NIV)
Epilogue: The Wife of Noble Character
 10 [a]A wife of noble character who can find?
   She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her
   and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm,
   all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax
   and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
   bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still night;
   she provides food for her family
   and portions for her female servants.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
   out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She sets about her work vigorously;
   her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
   and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
   and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor
   and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
   for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed;
   she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
   where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
   and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
   she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
   and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
   and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
   her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women do noble things,
   but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
   but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
   and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
The Proverbs 31 woman stirs up so many emotions in me. I want to kick her and be her all at the same time. She sets such a high standard that many days I feel is almost impossible to reach. Then on the other hand, I respect and admire her for being such a hardworking, virtuous, strong woman. I am glad that there are women out there like her.

Domestic Engineer and Wannabe Supermom. I'm a woman of many names :)

Eat Your Heart Out: A Culinary Exploration

I started a cooking blog: Eat Your Heart Out: A Culinary Exploration. Check it out. I'm going to try to post my food related blogs on there and keep this blog related to Supermom topics (not that food isn't such a topic but my recent "obsession" with cooking needs its own relm of existance). I'll be posting such a blog on here later today so stay tuned for more adventures of A Wannabe Supermom.


Saturday, August 13, 2011


First things first. Coupon Hunting/Bargain Shopping/I Don't Have a Clue.

Well, I gave a lame attempt at the extreme couponing. The thing is, I wasn't really in need of anything and since I'm trying not to spend money on things I don't need, a lot of coupons were useless to me. I don't use any of those body washes, I don't eat pre-packaged meats (like chicken that's already cut up and in a bag... that stuff is just weird to me... unless its spicy chicken wings or something... but most of the time, its cheaper to buy actual chicken... whatever) or Greek yogurt. It was foolish of me to give myself this kind of challenge only because I had recently done my shopping. I buy my formula, wipes and diapers at SAMS club since I find that buying their brand is WAY cheaper and just as good as name brands. However, all after all this rambling, I did some shopping anyway. My husband's 16 year old cousin is going to be staying with us for a week so I did grab a few things to keep him fed in between all our regular meals.

Kroger has fantastic 10 for $10 deals. I got:
10 2 liter Pepsi products (Pepsi, Sierra Mist, Dr Pepper, Mt Dew)
10 Kroger brand frozen veggies. Fresh veggies tend to get wasted a lot in this house. So until my mini veggie garden gets up and running, frozen we are. But I got broccoli, a pepper and onion mix, spinach, Brussels sprouts and collard greens (hey, I AM in the south).
10 Ramen 6 packs. 5 chicken, 5 beef. That's 60 packs of Ramen for $10.

Then, I went to Publix.
I got Bertolli Pasta Sauces, buy one get one free. For two, I only paid $2.69.
Buying the Publix brand tortilla chips, I spent $3.11 opposed to the $4.99 for the Tostito brand.
I got 4 more 2 liters of soda, all Publix brand, for $2 (No one in this family drinks soda except my husband and lets just put it this way, he drank so much soda at a restaurant one time that they cut him off).
I bought egg noodles for making chicken noodle soup (I already have chicken and the veggies), Publix brand, and spent $1.99 instead of $3.19 for other brands.
We almost always have leftovers from dinner which we almost never eat later so I tried to buy pork chops in smaller portions. I got boneless pork loins that are smaller than a regular pork chop, I can get probably 3 meals from one pack. I got two packs for less than $8. That's roughly 5 to 6 meals right there. Not bad.

Moving on: My Wannabe Veggie Garden
I planted some more vegetables yesterday. Earlier this year, we bought a ton of garden soil t
hat we never used so I have been putting it to use lately. Along with the pots I had flowers in this spring that I quickly, but accidentally killed. Yesterday I planted carrots, spinach, bell peppers and green beans. I also have an update on my herbs and tomatoes. To the right is my tomatoes at 5 pm yesterday. Below is my tomatoes looked like at around 5:30 pm. At least he had fun.

 I was frantic. I picked up all the sprouts I could find off the ground and attempted to replant them. Its probably a hopeless effort but I wanted to see if I could try to salvage them. I want so badly to grow some tomatoes (come on! I see blt's, fried green tomatoes and home made tomato sauce in my future!). If my replanting doesn't work, I'll go buy more seeds and try again.

On the other hand, my window herbs are growing beautifully and I can't wait to start cooking with them. My cilantro is starting to grow those gorgeous fanned leaves that are the actual herb. I'm looking forward to some cilantro lime shrimp! The basil leaves are looking great also. I can't want to pair them with some of the tomatoes that will hopefully grow and mozzarella cheese with balsamic vinaigrette. Mmmmm! I can taste it now!

I am thinking about starting a cooking blog as well. I have recently acquired this outrageous desire to become a better cook. I absolutely love cooking even though I'm not that great at it. I have to thank my husband for being my guinea pig and for my parents and sister for supporting my endeavors. My parents have gotten me most of my cooking appliances like my crock pot, different extensions for my kitchenaid mixer, mini grills and presses and my breadmaker. My sister got me a subscription to Bon Apetite magazine which is my absolute new favorite piece of reading material. She also gave me one of her text books on cooking from one of her college classes. The thing is huge. Its full of all these fancy terms and techniques and recipes. My husband at least tries everything I cook. He is a braver person than I am and he is always kind to me.

I want to keep this blog about my adventures of parenting and mother hood. I love being a mom and a wife more than anything else. Nothing in life appeals to me or makes me happier than my family. They keep me on my toes though and sometimes it makes for an amusing story or a small piece of guidance for others. I plan to post again later on one of my most recent adventures.

Thanks for tuning in for more on this Wannabe Supermom

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Yummy Baked Potato Chips

When did this become a cooking blog anyway?

I really love being in the kitchen. I love cooking and even more so, eating. Now I just have to learn to love exercising or this is all going to catch up with me in a very scary way.

Last night, we had sloppy joes for dinner and I decided to make some home made baked potato chips to go with them.

I started by boiling some water in a pot. While waiting for the water to boil, I peeled 5 small potatoes. I then sliced them up using my kitchenaid food slicer extension, the thick slicer (thanks Mom and Dad, by the way, for this amazing gift!). Once the water was boiling, I threw in the potato slices and boiled them for about 4 minutes. While the slices were boiling, I preheated the oven to 450. I then placed parchment paper on baking sheets and set them aside.

After the 4 minutes, I drained the potatoes and put them in a bowl. I then added 2 tablespoons of vegtable oil, 1
tablespoon of olive oil (I love olive oil), and then salt, pepper and paprika to taste. I personally don't add a lot of salt at this stage since I like to put it on later. I then mixed it all together using my bare hands and then placed the slices on the parchment paper. Single layer the slices so they can cook properly. Then they went in the oven.

I had to cook mine for about 40 minutes and I think that they could have gone a little longer to get some more of that beautiful golden color but they were cooked all the way through so it was all good. I placed two baking sheets in at once and they probably would have cooked better if I'd only placed one in at a time but I needed to get them all cooked in time for dinner so in they both went. I just recommend cooking them until they reach a color that looks nice and edible to you. After I pulled them out, while they were still piping hot, I seasoned them with sea salt.

I like baking them much better than putting them in my deep fryer because they're not super greasy this way. Also, this way, the seasoning stays on them better than if they were deep fried. I've heard all kinds of other seasoning ideas too: old bay, white pepper, garlic salt, oregano. It all depends on how you want them to taste. I liked mine just how they were.

They were a hit. Every one in the family loved them and they were easy and a fun way to eat potatoes with sloppy joes.

(I can't take credit for most of the techniques. I got the idea to boil them and use parchment paper to prevent sticking [non stick sprays can actually alter the flavor and tectsture of the food] from a food blog on I don't remember which blog or I would totally provide the name to give credit where its due.)

Bye Bye Baby

My oldest daughter started her first year of preschool yesterday. She is now 3 years old. She was so excited about going that she put on her book bag and sat in front of the front door for at least 30 minutes before it was time to leave. I love that she is excited about being in school. I cried when I dropped her off even though this will be her 3 year at this school. It was really different this time for some reason. She's suddenly very shy, even though almost all the kids in her class are friends from last year, some from even the year before too. Plus, she'll be there 5 days a week instead of just 2. I miss her like crazy already and its only day 2. I've got about an hour before I go pick her up and I'm counting down the minutes. Even though my son and my other daughter are home with me, the house feels so much quieter with out her here. It makes me antsy.

My son will start his first day of the year tomorrow. He'll be in the "Wonderful Ones" even though he'll be two in October. He missed the cutoff date for his age by 1 week. Its a little crazy to me that he can't move up to the next age group but I'm almost glad because although he can DO anything and everything, he still can't verbally communicate very well. So maybe its for the best. If it feels like the house is quiet with my oldest gone, its going to feel like the universe is empty with out him here. He's loud. He's hyper. He's constantly getting into everything. He loves picking on his older sister already. He's all boy. Tomorrow will be weird.

They both attend the same Baptist academy and they use the same curriculum that was taught at the school I grew up in (really grew up in... kindergarten through 12th grade). They both have the same teachers as last year and I couldn't be happier about that. I loved their teachers and they both did too. Its nice knowing and trusting the people that will be taking care of your children.

We initially enrolled my daughter in this school because we had just moved, I didn't know a soul, I was pregnant and my husband traveled for work. I was alone the majority of the time and because I was pregnant, didn't feel like going out and making the effort to make friends. So putting her in a school where she could make her own friends and learn at the same time seemed like a great idea. I got the advertisement from the school off a Papa John's pizza box. She started school that fall and we haven't looked back. Next year, I will enroll the baby.

Some may argue that putting kids in school this young, especially when I'm a stay at home mom, is foolish. Why spend the money when I'm home all day? If I'm not watching my kids, what am I doing? They wont learn anything anyway. We spend the money because its an investment. When my kids are in school, I'm cleaning, cooking, running errands, taking care of anything that my husband needs me to do and taking care of our three dogs. Running a household IS a job! And both of them have learned things that I didn't teach them. They've learned how to interact with others, their pledge of allegiance, music, games, stories, etc. They're learning how to build relationships too, which I think is incredibly under rated in this society.

I feel blessed that I'm able to put my kids in school. I feel blessed that I'm a stay at home mom. Me putting my kids in a school is part of my journey as a Wannabe Supermom. I am doing what I believe to be best for them now and their future. No one will change my mind on this.

Here's to being blessed.

Monday, August 8, 2011

"Best Cookies Ever"

I think that yesterday was a good day for this Wannabe Supermom.

My neighbors gave me a gift last week to celebrate the birth of our newest daughter and as part of my thank you "note" for the gift, I decided to bake some cookies for them. They are oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookies. I got the recipe from (fantastic website, by the way... they have a mobile app too that I use ALL the time). My oldest daughter sat on the counter and helped me mix all the ingredients together. She loves baking. If she weren't only 3, I'd go out today and get her an easy bake oven. Getting it now though may result in a burnt down house, or at least major melting of something important, I'm sure. Anyway...

Every one in our house loves these cookies. My son just ate another one (we had to save some for ourselves, of course) and has chocolate smeared all over his cute little face. Last night though, after she ate one of the cookies, my daughter told me that I make the "best cookies ever!"

I have to explain why this is such a huge deal for me.

 Did I mention that I stink at baking? Its not just limited to cupcakes and the decorating of them. Its pretty much anything and everything. Years ago, my mom, sister and I were baking cookies for something. I think it was part of a Christmas "gift" for neighbors and teachers and the mail lady. I made a HUGE batch of sugar cookies. I forgot the most important ingredient though. I forgot the sugar. They were awful. I was so bummed. My loving mother tried to make me feel better about it though and said she could use the "cookies" to dip in her coffee as a nice little treat. I think she only dipped once and then they sat in the bag until we threw them away about a week later. To this day, its a joke within my family. I also "babysat" a friend of my sister and me one summer when I was in high school. The fact that he's still alive stands to prove that some people really do have "strong stomachs." I tried over and over and over again to make a decent batch of cookies, all of which he sampled, and never succeeded. Right after I got married, we almost went broke due to all the money I kept spending on cookie supplies. I must have made 15 different attempts before I was kindly asked to stop trying. Anyone who has ever tasted one of my cookies doesn't usually try another one. If you could get paid for making nasty cookies, I'd be a flippin billionaire! All this to say, I'm pretty bad at baking cookies.

So for my daughter, who loves cookies, to tell me that I make the best cookies ever, melted my heart and made my day. The smile on her face when she said it let me know that I really did do a good job. The best part though was making her happy. I never thought I'd seek approval from a 3 year old but now that I have it, I am going to cherish this moment. The fact that everyone in the house likes them though does good things for the ego too though :)

Today, I wear my title as Wannabe Supermom with pride.

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