. letter to karsyn .

(because i want her to hear about this when she's old)

oh, my karsyn.  today you drove me crazy.  seriously.  maybe it was the lack of a nap yesterday.  we'll use that as our excuse anyways.  i'm just being honest here.  we had a long, hard day.  and it all started at breakfast.  you see, i was just trying to make you healthy and happy by making your favorite oatmeal, in an attempt to actually fill you up so you wouldn't ask for a snack thirty minutes into our morning.  in a second attempt, i added a few sprinkles.  just a few, mind you.  enough to make it look appealing anyways.  what kid wouldn't want sprinkles on their oatmeal?  it works on broccoli too!

evidently mommy didn't put enough sprinkles to your liking so you decided to help yourself while i was changing mykah.  in the background, i kept hearing you saying "mmmm" and "dis is nummy".  little did i know ...

 

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  i just bought that almost $3.00 jar of sprinkles yesterday.  you poured all FOUR little compartments of sprinkles on top of your oatmeal.  who knew that much could fit into that little divided container.  good grief.  and as i stepped back to take a deep breathe and bite my tongue, you started chowing down as fast as you could.  you knew what would happen next.

in case you missed it ... here's a closer picture of what you were indulging in.  

  

would you like some oatmeal with your sprinkles, kid?  good night nurse. 

my SWEET girl,  mommy did not let you eat the bowl-o-SUGAR although you wanted to.  and i now will KNOW to put the sprinkles out of arms reach.  far, far, FAR out of reach.  AND, i now will KNOW to buy sprinkles at the dollar store.

xoxo

mommy

p.s.  next, i think i'll write a letter to the maker of the cute little divided container that the sprinles came in and see if they can make them CHILD-PROOF!