My baby boy is going to be 3 yrs old at the end of this month. I can't believe it. In some ways, if feels like he has always been here and in others, like he just arrived. I have been trying my best to take all the advice and soak in every minute of him.
But it is so stinkin' hard.
Being a mom takes a lot of patience. Something I have never possessed (ask anyone). There is something about being London's ONLY playmate that makes me want to pull my hair out. Especially around 5pm every day. I usually end up calling my mom begging her and dad to move down here! The other day I decided to try my bestest. Not my usual 85%, but 110% to be patient and have fun during the last grueling hours of the day. You know what I'm talking about mommies.....3:30-dad coming home.
So, I decided to include London in my cake making. A friend was coming over and it was her birthday, so we decided to make her a double layer chocolate cake that he could help decorate.
It started off well, each of us taking turns dumping ingredients into the bowl. "Wow", I thought to myself. I should have tried something like this sooner.
Then it came time to mix.
I handed over the whisk to London and told him to blend everything together, while mommy gets the cold coffee (the secret ingredient) measured and ready to pour in. I must have turned my head for 1.2 seconds.
Not a good idea.
It looked like cake batter came raining down in the kitchen. Somehow London had interpreted my "blend everything together" into "throw the batter all over and see how high you can get it stuck!" I was instantly annoyed and ready to give up. But no. I took a deep breath and finished the job, putting the layers in the oven. We decided to frost after nap.
I quietly frosted while London was sleeping, trying to avoid a second disaster and deciding I would just tell London the frosting fairy must have done it while he was sleeping. But I forgot that I had promised he could decorate.
He picked out M&M's and sprinkles for the cake, and I smiled and turned to get it ready. 1.3 seconds later I hear....
"uh oh. Mommy, I need a napkin"
As I turned I see both of London's hands halfway through the first layer of the cake. Apparently he tripped and caught himself in the cake.
"That's it. You are done helping". tears. fit throwing. screaming. And that was just me.
We finally calmed down and finished the job. All the M&M's were put right in the middle of the cake, piled on top of each other. Not my idea of perfection, but I was just wanting it to be over.
I learned a valuable lesson that day.
I have less than 1 second to do something before I need to turn back around.
4 comments:
haha, hilarious, I can just see the chocolate cake everywhere! Amen on the paitence thing, I am so very lucky to have my mom close by, or else someone would probably die...most likely me...but who knows?! It's a tough resolution but one that I try everyday, more paitence!
Did you take a picture of that cake? Would love to see it!
Your mom!
That is soo funny Jen. Try having 3 London's trying to "help" bake. I have learned to say "no go away!" and just live with the guilt of being a horrible mother.
I am so with you on the lack of patience thing. I do not like having my children "help" me bake or cook...yuck. During Christmas another mom (whose blog I read) did a whole post on her similar opinion. It's amazing how freeing it is to know I'm not the only one who doesn't like that.
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