That Mom...

...you know, "THAT" Mom. There's one at every school/church/store. The one who always has her hair done and an "outfit", unless it's totally obvious that she's just been to the gym, in which case she is always wearing gym clothes that coordinate (Unlike moi who has hairy legs and an oversize shirt that reads: Talk Nerdy To Me). Her kids behave and she loves to go the extra mile. Admit it, you know someone just like this. I had a little run in with "THAT" mom...

Kate's preschool teacher has the kids take turns bringing snacks that start with the different letters of the alphabet. It was Kate's turn this week, and her letter was K. I suggested a few things that might work, like Kool-Aid, or kiwi, and Kate said, "Or cookies!" I explained to her that while "cookies" sounded like it started with K, it actually started with C, so that wouldn't do for her letter snack. She was pretty upset, and I found myself saying, "We could make cookies SHAPED like K's!" Well, that was dumb of me, because I barely have the patience to make any cookie. I get tired of the cookie sheet rotation and inevitably wind up putting half the dough in the freezer because I am SICK of the scooping and the 8 minute cook times. But, the words were out and imprinted on Kate's mind so I was committed to K Cookies.

It was a total fiasco. I tried several different methods of shaping, and as my frustration grew, so did Kate and Kiki's desire to help me. which was a volatile combination of attitudes. I finally figured out that I could just roll out ropes and shape those into K's and that would be acceptable. Then Kate wanted to put sprinkles on, and that's when my transformation into "THAT" mom began. I started to say things like, "You can't combine colors of sprinkles because that won't look right." "Quit touching that." "That's not the way those are supposed to look." Meanwhile, Kiki consumed sugar sprinkles by the fistful. Then, after the first batch of cookies didn't look exactly right, I totally switched gears, and the next dozen cookies were instead round ones with K's on them made out of chocolate chips. Then, I decided that the first batch didn't look so bad, so I would send both kinds. Then I thought I would send one kind for snack and one kind the kids could take home. So I spent my precious time individually wrapping sugar cookies in cellophane bags with little silver ties. What in the H is my problem? I don't want to be a "THAT" mom anyway! Fortunately, my compulsiveness and crankiness didn't rob my sweet daughter of her excitement to bring the snack.

I snapped these pictures of the girls last night. Kiki loves to be naked, and Kate decided she wanted to be as well, so here they are watching a little TV and hanging out.

Kate was talking to her friend Kyle on the phone. He must have asked what she was doing, because I heard her say, "Watching TV in the nude." Watch out world, because she'll be dating in a mere 11 years.

Bruce and I were having a FHE about temples, and there was nearly a knock down drag out fight between the girls about who would hold the cut-out of the temple, which seemed to negate the spirit of the lesson, which was that we could be families here and families in heaven. I'm pretty sure we were all thinking that eternity together seemed a little more like a life sentence instead. The bright spot was when Kate spoke the name of the temple nearest us: Mount Timp-a-Nuggets.