So Elena was having a pretty rough night the other evening. She wasn’t listening, we were getting tired, things were going downhill fast. We had taken away dessert, bedtime stories, and her "lights on" time before going to bed. I’m trying to calm her down before putting her in bed (she was in full meltdown mode by this time), talking about listening the first time we ask something, making good choices, etc. In the middle of all the tears she says to me, "Mama, you don’t understand how hard it is . . . you were never a kid!"
Luckily nights like that are few and far between, especially since I can’t drink right now.
Chocolate is always allowed, and really should be its own food group on the food pyramid. Right down there by the breads and pastas, I think. In honor of my sister Ana’s birthday, Elena and I whipped up a batch of brownies. Here we are in our matching aprons from bellapamella.com. Go ahead, embrace your inner Betty Crocker!
Mike threatened to call Child Services after seeing this one. I said Child Services should be summoned if you don’t let your kid lick the bowl.