update: cookie "carma"

just a note on parenting. 
or perhaps just being human. 
if you ARE going to be the kind of person who faces a Thin Mint shortage, and chooses to stash a roll in your car for work...
on a day that it is 78 degrees outside...
in march...
in ohio...


perhaps taking them out of the car when you get to work would be a good option. 
just maybe. 


unless, of course, you were hoping to enjoy a frozen Thin Mint log tonight. 
with your son.
you know. . . the one you were essentially hiding the cookies from in the first place. 
because, odds are, he will be the one to find the melted cookie roll in the car when you pick him up after daycare. 


just some points to ponder. 
clearly, this is all hypothetical. . .

another letter to benny - cookie crisis

those of you who have been reading My Savvy Boys for a while may remember this Letter to Benny from November 2010. 
it addressed a rather serious matter in our household:
halloween candy distribution. 

sadly, i once again find the need to issue a letter to our little man. 


Dearest Benjamin, 

You continue to be a great source of love, joy and large doses of giggling in my life. 
However, I find myself once again needing to address the changing tide of food distribution in our household. 


For years, there has been a clear divide of Girl Scout Cookie procurement and consumption in the Savarese pantry. 
The Do-Si-Dos and the Samoas were equal opportunity cookies. 
The Trefoils belonged specifically to you, your brother, and your father. 
This left the Thin Mints for mommy. 
Typically, mommy would shelve one box and freeze the other. 
Because, who knows when you will want a cookie chilled or at room temperature?
I sure don't. 
But, this never mattered.
Because they were mine. 


Yet, recently, while you were digging around in our freezer, you noticed my little stash of frozen treats. 
(Note to parents, give that Bottom Freezer Refrigerator a little more consideration. There was a reason they were originally built where the popsicles could reside out of reach.)
Ahem.
Not only did you find my frozen Thin Mints. 
You took it upon yourself to quickly grab one and shove it in your mouth. 
This behavior did not concern me all that much, as you had just finished dinner. 
I only took pause when you then proclaimed your love for "those little black cookies." 


Once again, i feel compelled to remind you that your brother once detested chocolate. 
Thanks to your convincing, he now regularly steals the Kit Kats and Reese's Cups. 
(although this is really your father's concern. my Almond Joys are still safe. well done.)


I specifically ordered 2 boxes of Thin Mints and 3 of Trefoils this year from your friend Alex. 
And, randomly, a box of Savannah Smiles, the new lemon-dusted shortbread cookie. 
It sounded oddly appealing at the time i placed our order. 
Already, our cupboard contains 1.2 boxes of Thin Mints and almost 3 full boxes of Trefoils. 
I have found myself seriously considering taking a roll of the Thin Mints to work. 
In fact, there may currently be one out in the car. 
Perhaps. 

Benjamin, we simply cannot live in a house where our cookie preferences ebb with the tide. 

Especially when that tide only comes in once a year. 

As such, please consider this letter your formal warning that i will be consulting with you next February, and holding you to your order. 

I will have you sign a Cookie Commitment, if i must. 

In the meantime, please consider a Savannah Smile or two. 

Thanks you for your attention to this matter, 
Mom

sometimes, there's not enough caffiene

this is often the case for me.
it was expecially so on monday.
when my mom, dad and i raided my kitchen/pantry area.
multiple times.
looking for my baking soda.

which i swore that i, of course, had.
because who doesn't have baking soda?

oh, that's right.
me.

remember this?

thankfully, my mom eventually remembered this old blog post.
becuase i didn't.
even though i wrote it.
and filmed it.
and it was technically a three part post.

and, yes, i am calling myself out.
i clearly have not had baking soda in my house for three months.
i am no martha stewart, but i actually do love to bake.
clearly, i have had a few things on the plate this quarter.

those of you who know my mother will not be surprised to find out that she has since gone to Kroger, bought baking soda, and made peanut butter cookies while i was at work today.
all is right in the world again.
thanks, mom.

my little coffee mate

i pretty much love coffee. 
and yet, i've mentioned before, i'm not ALL that amazing at making it. 
at least in a small batch for myself. 
keurig may just be the answer. 
in the meantime, the last coffee i bought was Macadamia Nut flavored. 
i usually go for good ol' plain coffee, but i felt a little...nutty?...that day. 
anth thinks that this coffee smells horrific. 


now, each night i try to make sure to pick out clothes for the next day, pack snacks & sippies for the little kids, make lunches for the big kids, and get my coffee ready to i can just press the button in the morning. 
anth is aware of this evening drill. 
and, has decided to use it to his advantage. 
he has recently started to offer to "help" me with this process...as a bedtime-avoidance tactic. 
his help generally consists of him pulling up a chair and standing there talking about Legos while i do the rest of the work. 
because i consider all of this to be memory-making, i allow his version of help. 
(though, to his credit, when we are making desserts or dinner, he is a legitimate part of the baking/cooking process.)


the other night, while standing on his chair, he veered off of the usual topic of legos and started suggesting cookies at every interval. 
for their snacks in the car. 
for mom and dad's lunch. 
for himself in that moment. 
helpful. 


when i went to get my coffee ready for the morning, stopped talking about cookies and leaned in really close to study what i as doing. 
as i scooped the ground coffee into the filter, he leaned back in sudden horror and literally gasped, " mommy, no WONDER it smells so gross! it's made of DIRT!!!!"

cookie monster

my mom has a recipe for oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies that people tend to adore. 
she typically makes them and throws some in the freezer. 
over the years, my dad has developed a preference for eating them straight out of the freezer. 
benny has decided he enjoys them the same way. 
except for the part where he gets frustrated because they are notably harder to eat in that condition. 
so this week we let him get some out of the freezer, but microwaved them for him. 
a little bit too long. 
so they went from too hard to eat to too hard to keep in one piece. 
he was wandering about with one of these damaged treats, when a small pile of crumbs fell off. 
he looked down and quietly kept eating. 
anth, who was nearby, told him he should pick up the crumbs and put them in the trash. 
ben looked back down at the crumbs. 
then looked back at anth and tilted his head to the side, in consideration.
"ummmm....nope! i'm busy eatin' duh pawts i din't dwop yet."