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Friday

Flops

I get ambitious sometimes.  I'll see a great idea on the internet and think, hey, my kids would love that!  I'll give it a try, and sometimes it works out great.  I'm a hero.  Sometimes, however, it doesn't turn out exactly the way I'd like it to.

Hershey's Kisses Acorns
For example, I saw a really cute snack idea in a Family Fun magazine.  Hersheys' Kisses acorns.  Like this: 

See?  It doesn't look that hard, does it?  Hershey's Kisses, mini vanilla wafers, and a little chocolate frosting.  What could go wrong?  Well, my Man Child went shopping for me, and he couldn't find the mini vanilla wafers, so he got the regular-sized. 

OK, I thought, maybe we could substitute mini Ritz crackers instead.  He brought some home, and they were still too big.  I tried it anyway, and asked my Little Fashionista what she thought they were.  She gave me her best dumb blonde look and a big, "Huh?"

Likewise, I had great plans for my blog post today.  I was going to make homemade peppermint patties, taking pictures step-by-step, and then wow you with my cleverness. 

It sounds easy enough.  You take some coconut butter, add a little Stevia or powdered sugar and a couple of drops of peppermint essential oil.  Make patties and cool in the fridge while melting the chocolate.  Dip, cool, and done.
Peppermint Patties

Yeah.  But I couldn't find coconut butter and decided to make my own.  Supposedly, you put coconut chips in a blender for ten minutes and it magically turns into coconut butter.  Unless, I discovered, your blender isn't powerful enough.  Then, the motor starts to smoke and you find little flecks of melted plastic in your ground coconut.

I'm not giving up yet.  I just need to find some coconut butter.  Or buy a really good blender.

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Do you have any good after-school snack recipes to share?

Monday

Shoot Straight, Son

Little Shooter
Potty training a boy is different than potty training a girl. For obvious reasons, but also because the stakes are higher. Face it, you're the one who is going to have to clean the bathroom, and it's been a pretty easy job up to now.


Every mother beginning to potty train her son believes that this is it, that she is going to be the first mother in history to train a perfect shooter. We put Cheerios in the toilet bowl and reward our little guy with Skittles for every correct shot. Soon, he's going through a bag a day, and we're feeling pretty good about ourselves.

But it's like when my mom told me that when I lost a tooth, if I didn't stick my tongue in the hole, I'd grow a gold tooth. Sure, it's theoretically possible, but who has that kind of discipline?

And so it is with little boys. You take away the Cheerios and the Skittles, and they grow lazy. Heck, even my husband thinks he can shoot in the dark sometimes. Accuracy ebbs until you're praying for 50-50.

What do you do about cleaning the bathroom now? You could create a chore chart and never set foot in the bathroom for a year (which I *may* or *may not* have personally done). Cross your fingers and hope the smell never wafts into the living room.

Thankfully, I've found the remedy for boys. A lovely little blend of essential oils called Purify is strong enough that they use it for odor control in hospitals. I put about 10 drops in a spray bottle filled with water, and voila! If you came to my house, you'd think I had perfect shooters.

If you'd like a free sample of Purify blend essential oil, e-mail me at SuperMomEO@gmail.com

Tuesday

Back To School Blues

Waiting 

The night before the first day of school, I lay in bed and confessed to my husband that I was nervous.

“Don't worry, babe. We've got your back.”

See, my husband and I have been sending kids off to school for the last 15 years. And one thing that I've learned is that the first day of school is a minefield for mommy mishaps. Forgotten lunches, arriving late, missed buses. Yep, been there, done that, and those are only the ones I'm willing to admit to.

Meanwhile, my kids weren't worried at all. First day of high school? No problem. No friends at the new school? Sounds like an adventure to an 11-year old boy. My kids bubbled over with giggles, envisioning good times, blissfully unaware of all that could go wrong. My youngest came in right before bed, asking for some lavender oil because he was too excited to fall asleep. If only a dab of lavender behind the ears could silence my concerns.

So, all day long, I waited with bated breath until the clock finally read 2 p.m. and my kiddos started trickling in, all smiles and excited stories. They were right, I was wrong.

I guess I can stop worrying. You know, as much as a mom can stop worrying.

For a good night's sleep, e-mail me for a free sample of lavender essential oil at SuperMomEO@gmail.com.

And please share, what are your most memorable mommy mishaps?