We drove to swimming in the snow and Little Miss had a fantastic class. Mr. Man, however did not nap through class like he sometimes does, and after 15 minutes he was bored and unhappy. Being super mom, as I was feeling at this point, I had a baby food pouch stashed in my swim bag. So while Little Miss swam, Mr. Man ate pureed apples and carrots.
And then he threw them up. No he’s not sick. He is just a little puker. When he was younger he had reflux and took Zantac twice daily. He was also dairy intolerant so I, his loving, breastfeeding mother, went dairy free for five months. He may be past the Zantac and able to eat cheese, but he still throws up all the time.
Finding spit up is a way of life in our house. He is what they call a “happy spitter.” It doesn’t bother him when a little food or milk comes back up, he just keeps on playing and leaves said dribbled food for me to find. Or step in. So after the carrot incident at swimming, we were on the path of a multi-outfit day.
Both kids napped on the way home, and as soon as we got in the house, Little Miss started jumping around asking to make cookies. Mr. Man napped just long enough for me to make the dough and fill the cookie press. I cranked out a sheet of cookies, cursing my cookie choice after remembering how much the thing hurts my hands, and placed it in front of little miss, and all her individually portioned sprinkles for decorating.
Now here was my first mistake, I forgot to tell her how to decorate them. Of course she doesn’t remember doing it last Christmas, so in the time it took me to get Mr. Man out of his car seat, she had scooped a dozen cookies worth of sprinkles and sugar on to one cookie… and the cookie sheet itself. After that it was a struggle to get her to put decorations on the actual cookies, and not all around them. Once each one had at least something on it, I brought the sheet to the garbage can to shake off the extra, which of course, prodominantly ended up on the floor. Awesome.
And my baking assistant, who was jumping around with glee, excited to make cookies? Yeah, she was over it and ready to watch Frozen. So what was I to do? I took a quick nursing break and plopped Mr. Man on the kitchen floor while I cranked and decorated, cranked and decorated. Oh right, and changed Mr. Man two more times thanks to the spitting up.
So finally, almost an hour later, all my cookies were done, relatively hideous as I didn’t do much better at decorating them than my three year old, and it was time to clean up.
This is when I found the icing on the cake. Why was all that blue decorative sugar on the floor behind the garbage can suddenly so wet? Oh of course, spit up. Behind the garbage can. On the neon blue sugar creating a neon blue puddle.
Maybe my super mom day didn’t turn out exactly as planned, but at least I have some interesting cookies to show for it. And there’s still the bourbon chicken.