Alright, time to lighten the mood. For at least a post.
When it comes to Nick and food, there are two things I can count on.
He loves muffins.
He loves soup.
For the most part, pretty much any kind of either.
It’s like, if I want to see an insta-smile, I just make one and I’m the world best mom.
I haven’t yet figured out the keys to his sister’s castle.
She’s a work in progress. Particularly when it comes to food.
Last week, she all out refused to eat dinner three nights in a row.
And even went so far as to sleep through dinner to prove her point.
Nick went through the same thing when he was her age, and I distinctly remember his pediatrician standing in front of us, saying “Some adults don’t eat dinner either. They’re grazers.”
Kids eat when they’re hungry. I get it, and believe it.
And darn it if Madeline isn’t set out to prove that to be truth.
When the kids are with their dad on his weekends, I try to bake some extra special treats on the Sunday when they come home. Either a fun dessert. Or cookies. Or granola bars for lunch boxes. Or muffins for breakfast.
Because it’s super easy to get more cooking done without 1,567 interruptions.
You know how it goes.
And because when there are exactly four overly ripe bananas sitting on my kitchen counter.
Just begging to turn into mush.
There is no better thing than to make them into muffins.
Or banana pancakes.
But for the case of tonight’s post, it’s muffins, so keep up.