I just came on here to check out my granola bar recipe, as it's been awhile since I made them, and I can't seem to find instructions in paper form here in the house.
I found the appropriate post (I'm adding flax seed to the dry ingredients today, but won't know what else until I get into the kitchen), but also started reading the ones around it...
about Casey turning 11 months old...
about silly things we've said to each other...
about birthdays and Christmases and Red Sox seasons...
And in reading those posts, I began to feel guilty that when she asked for more hugs the FIFTH time today when she was supposed to be napping, I gave her the requested hugs, but somewhat begrudgingly. I told her sternly that Finlay and I were NOT coming into her room again - we were NOT going to give another hug until after her nap. And NO, Daddy was NOT going to give her a hug, because YES, Daddy was at work. (She continued to insist that I send him in, and I lost my temper momentarily and said, "Daddy is NOT here!! He's NOT HERE! Take. Your. Nap!")
I have to remind myself that the little girl who sometimes drives me crazy is MY little girl. My smart, sweet, loving, wanting-to-give-too-many-hugs daughter. Our only child before Finlay arrived and before we lost a lot of our patience. Poor thing. I think I'll make the granola bars extra awesome, just for her.
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You make those extra-awesome granola bars for my sweet niece, then you let yourself off that Mommy Guilt Train. In your defense, Casey was not following the house rules during naptime, so stern-speaking was appropriate. :)
And I have yelled at Clare so many times about not kissing Eliza. Sounds horrible that I have to limit one child from kissing the baby while the boys are killing each other in the next room. But we now have a one-kiss rule for the baby!
Life with multiple children, Christina - never dull, never easy!! But to see those brothers and sisters have a relationship is priceless!
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