cute shit

well, when you have a four year old, it comes with a lot of tumult.  we do more than our share of yelling in a day, more than our share of arguing.  i do more than my share of trying to calm myself down before i say something i’m gonna regret.  ruth does more than her share of changing her clothes and jumping on the couches.  but it’s all good.  because it comes with a large heap of cuteness on the side.  a four year old -a-la-mode.

like yesterday, when i was too lazy and distracted to actually make plans for dinner until the last second when i threw together some apple crisp in the oven (after prying the topping mix out of joel and ruth’s grasping hands) to try and use up some of the half ton of apples we picked from the apple orchard that may or may not be getting attacked every day by fruit flies.  those merciless pricks.  yet, dinner an apple crisp does not make.  sure, it’s pretty balanced if you think about it.  you got your apples.  there’s your vitamins and fiber right there.  you got your butter, that’s the protein, right?  then the flour, cinnamon and copious amounts of sugar.  that’s all good for you.  yet, i felt i needed to do more.  so, i opted for one of my spur of the moment dinner ideas: grilled cheese.  move over betty crocker.  i got this.

that’s when the cute thing kicked in, to save me from the floury sugary mess the kids made on the floor in 2.3 seconds flat while they were ravaging my apple crisp topping.  ruth climbed up on her chair next to the counter (her helping chair) and said, excitedly, “joel and i both want ‘girl cheese’!  no!  i want a girl cheese and joel wants a boy cheese!”  (and she was totally serious, people).  how cute is that?  she honestly thought it was pronounced “girl cheese”.  i guess she wouldn’t have any clue what the hell “grilled” means.

so, we all enjoyed our healthy, balanced dinner made by me.  oh, the kids?  they picked apart the sandwiches and only ate the melty cheese inside.  i guess bread is a bit of an acquired taste.  and they were too full from eating handfuls of uncooked flour, butter, and sugar to have any of the apple crisp.  but that’s a balanced dinner, right?  in my house it is.

Author: Terry

Welcome! I am a Waldorf and unschooling-inspired homeschooling parent of three, ages 2, 4, and 7 living in the Lansing area of Michigan writing from the front lines of parenthood. Join me as I try to navigate homeschooling and bask in the craziness of life with young ones. Feel free to leave a comment. I would love to hear from you! Thanks for stopping by!

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