This morning, I needed a candle break. After negotiating a CD war (The Wiggles vs. Veggie Tales) and putting Lily in a time-out for pushing Emmy before I could even step into the shower, I felt it was warranted. Lily left out of her time-out twice, and I restarted her time-out each time. I was not a happy camper.
I lit my candles with a wooden match. Striking a wooden match against a matchbox is so much more satisfying than striking a wimpy cardboard match.
Every time I open my drawer in the bathroom, I see my PB tea lights. I always think, “Peanut butter tea lights, mmm” before I remember PB stands for Pottery Barn.
Seeing the glow of tea lights on my bathroom vanity makes me happy.
Suddenly, my girls have developed a taste for Black Bavarian Bread. I bought it for Ed as a change from his multi-grain bread. They love it, especially toasted. I felt the same surprise when as a fifteen month old, Emmy devoured all the sliced black olives on my taco salad and demanded more. This is the toddler that spits out fresh strawberries. I keep giving them to her, though. I did the same thing with cantaloupe, and now she loves it. “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”
Have you ever read Caddie Woodlawn? It’s a story about the past, perhaps the turn of the century, when passenger pigeons still made the sky black and one-room school houses had recitations. One boy was supposed to recite the above quote, but had corrupted the quote to say “If at first you don’t fricassee, fry, fry a hen.” Of course, this is what he ended up saying for his recitation.
Perhaps this story happened in Anne of Green Gables. I’m not sure which book I read it in; I read both of those books a long time ago. They are worth rereading. I should dig them up again.
OK, I am NOT kidding when I write this…after I wrote the above paragraph about Emmy spitting out strawberries? Lily fed her strawberries pieces, AND SHE SWALLOWED THEM! Big sisters CAN be useful!