Super Mom

Okay! Angie Good says that I need to journal about the everyday things of life -- so here goes.

I really need to realize that I cannot be a Super Mom when I have a newborn, but I can try anyway. Prime example is yesterday morning. I have found already that I need to take a shower after Reagan has eaten (and hopefully fallen back to sleep) and before Jackson wakes up. I also need to plan 2 hours ahead if I hope to go anywhere.

But yesterday, I was completely dressed before I realized Jackson did not have a music class so I did not have to be up so early. I let the kids sleep while I got a few things done. I really want to get Jackson to eat healthier and decided to make oatmeal pancakes as an alternative to his regular frozen waffles. I also had some yogurt and fresh fruit that I thought would be good with some granola. I got on Kari's site and wrote down her recipe. All was going well with the pancakes cooked and the granola in the oven, when both kids woke up at the same time. I bounced Reagan on my arm while I got Jackson settled in his chair, cut up his pancakes, and poured a little syrup in the corner of his plate (yes, I know - disaster waiting to happen). And of course, the phone is ringing off the hook the whole time. I got him settled and then sat on the couch nursing Reagan while I made 6 phone calls regarding the baby shower this weekend and trying to get myself a haircut.

When I look up Jackson is asking for more "chechup" (translation: "ketchup" which he uses for any condiment - ketchup, butter, syrup, soap, etc.) I had left the syrup bottle on the table, which he had now dropped on the floor - luckily it did not spill, but somehow he broke the handle off the bottle. Yes, I noticed he had syrup all over his chin and hands but that can be cleaned up later. Back to nursing Reagan, when I smelled something sweet burning. Jumped up to find the granola a charred mess in the oven.

But I was determined to have some relaxing time at Leah's house so Jackson could play with the boys, she could take some Reagan's one-month pics and we could have some adult conversation. So I finished nursing Reagan, wiped Jackson off with a wet wipe (no time for a bath - even though he was sticky up to his elbows, all over his face, and his entire belly), threw the dishes in the sink, and packed the kids up in the car. Yes, the burnt granola is still on the stove filling the house with the wonderful aroma of burned sugar.

We had a great time with Leah and the kids and I forgot about the disaster until I walked back into the house to that wonderful smell. Sorry no pictures to post because Josh had started to clean up. He only had a few smart aleck comments - like "Did you put cocoa in it? because it sure is dark".

So, thanks for the recipe Kari, but I went to Target and just bought some granola. Next time, I won't try to use my extra hour of quiet time trying to be Super Mom.

(and yes, it took me 4 separate times and 2 days to write this post.)