I was cautious, perhaps overly so, with Abbey when she was a little bitty thing. I was strict about organic foods, didn't let her watch any TV until after she turned two, kept her away from sugar and overly processed foods (her birthday was the first time she had anything cake-like.) Poor Dylan doesn't have those safeguards in place, partially because we are so busy now. The poor guy can't seem to get his organic puffs in his mouth (they get stuck to his chubby little hands), but he deftly used his pincher grasp to snag an Extreme Cheddar Goldfish from Abbey's bowl, gummed it, and swallowed it before I leapt the laundry baskets to save him from that deliciously cheese-powdered cracker.
I wonder sometimes if I need to bring back the caution a little. Have I started to careen down a slippery slope? We started letting Abbey watch Sesame Street a couple of weeks ago, and she is in love. (And I am absolutely shocked to see Gordon and Maria are still on, plus some lady with a rocking nose ring. Props to Sesame Street for keeping it cool.) Have I created a monster? Started a downward spiral that will lead to a life of Nick Jr., processed food, and a knock-off of Lady Gaga's now-infamous meat dress?
Maybe.
We had a Grandparent's Picnic this past weekend, and I enlisted Abbey's help in making Oreo Truffles. Behold the results.
please notice the bib
it's Dylan's, except he won't wear it
she asked to wear it for the candy making
it's the first time she's worn one in over a year
kids can be silly
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