Turkey Baster Cravings

“I never look back darling, it distracts from the now”

Edna Mode (The Incredibles)

Today I’m celebrating the gift of now. I’m not going to focus on yesterday, which was full of blue water, scorching heat, plum trees and little boys. I’m going to focus on now, today, less glamorous and filled with dirty bathrooms, uncombed hair, legos and fussy children…because today is beautiful too.
“I’m hungry. I want a cheeseburger,” Q announces in a whiny voice.

“Okay, how about a Peanut Butter Honey sandwich?” I offer.
“NOOOOOoOooooOOO…CHEESEburger.”
“Peanut Butter? Turkey Sandwich?” I promote the sandwich family with enthusiasm.
“NO. No Peanut Butter, no Turkey!….Yeah, I want da turkey baster.”
A more logical person might be driven crazy by this sort of talk, but logic has never been my strong suit. I look for the turkey baster, because even though it wont satisfy hunger, sometimes there’s no point in arguing with a two year old.
Sheldon has been bringing me offerings of legos and stale cheerios. Treasure from the floor!
Turkey basters, legos, stale food that the dog didn’t find yet. It’s the little things that make life fun and full.
tuesdays unwrapped at cats

10 thoughts on “Turkey Baster Cravings

  1. I love it!! Sometimes just holding the turkey baster makes the thought of peanut butter and jelly more tolerable, even though a cheeseburger would be nice. Even if it doesn't, the few peacful moments after Q recieves the desired turkey baster are treasured I'm sure!! I can relate!

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  2. ahhhh, i'll trade you a pastry cutter for a turkey baster, how's that? 🙂
    it really is in remembering the mundane is just as beautiful and important!

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  3. I am SO going to remember this post tomorrow when I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I don't want to wake up it's just not going to be pretty.

    Thank you SO much for praying for us in your office – that means a lot. I am praying for you as well….AND in my bathroom, while applying my face. Oh where we women find to pray…. 😉

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  4. Okay, when I first read this, I missed the “hair” part and read it as “uncombed legs” and I'm thinking, “so i guess I'm not the only one who has to shave her legs!”

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  5. girl, i'm so sorry i've missed so much of your blog… ,my loss for sure. we've had a ton of family for 2 weeks… might take time to recover, but just one small family left…. 😉

    hope all is well. i love visiting here.

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