It’s not hot, it’s just made from hot peppers

I’m not sure if it’s the second child mentality or because I know she’s a tough mini replica of me, but I’ve been so much more relaxed through Riley’s baby and toddler years.  With Nate, we used worry about his every whimper and run to see what was wrong.  Riley falls down and we tell her to get up and rub it off (which she does and it’s comical!)

Unfortunately, our “it’s ok, let her do it” attitude went a bit awry this weekend.  On Sunday night, I threw some chicken tenders and fries in the oven for a quick bite.  Hubby is a sauce fiend, so he filled three saucers with dipping sauce – 1) Famous Dave’s Texas Pit BBQ Sauce (my personal favorite – a bit spicy), 2) Some other hot BBQ sauce and 3) Buffalo Wing Sauce

Naturally, even though Riley had already eaten dinner, she wanted some of ours.  Here’s how it all went down…

• Riley: Eat, eat
• Me: Ok Riley, I’ll share some with you.
• Riley: Dip, dip
• Me: Ok, you can try a little dab of my Texas Pit (which she loved!)

As we’re concluding the meal, Riley gets upset that she hasn’t tried the other two “dip dip” sauces…

• Hubby: What Riley?  You want some buffalo wing sauce?
• Me: No, don’t let her try that, it’ll be too hot. (although I’m not a fan of buffalo wings, so I’m not quite sure what the sauce tastes like)
• Hubby: It’s not hot, it’s just made from hot peppers.
• Me: Oh, ok, let her try it then. (for some reason, hubby’s statement above sounded logical at the time – or maybe I’d had one too many glasses of wine at that point)

Riley dips her chicken into the sauce, chews it one time and immediately spits it back out.  Seconds later, she has a perplexed look on her face, her eyes and mouth start watering and she begins to cry. Uh oh!

I think this goes towards more points for the Mother of the Year award!

Item #235 – Burn off your two year old’s taste buds by letting them eat hot sauce… check

Don’t worry though, it ended with some ice cream to help soothe the heat.  Two bites into the ice cream cone and she had forgotten all about the buffalo sauce.

 

Going for Mother of the year award – take #968

Earlier this week, I did the cardinal sin….

…queue scary music…

I was cleaning off the “collect all our shit” spot (a.k.a the dining room table) and I tossed some things into the kitchen trash.

fast forward 2 hours later…

Uncontrollable sobbing heard in the distance

Riley is fast asleep in bed, so I know the crying can’t be a result of my children punching / hitting / kicking / stealing toys from the other.  I walk downstairs to see what all the fuss is about and I find my son, Nate, sitting on the floor crying…

• Me: What’s wrong Nate?  Did you hurt yourself?
• Nate: silence and the “evil eye stare”
• Me: If I don’t know what’s wrong, I can’t help you.
• Nate: uncontrollable sobbing… Why did you throw my drawings in the TRASH? I made those for YOU! Did you not like them?
• Me: (thinking…oh shit! think quick you only have one shot!) Oh no!  Your drawings are in the trash?  They must’ve gotten stuck to the newspaper that I threw away!  I didn’t mean to throw them away – let’s get them out now before they get dirty!

Yep, mother of the year award…right here…

Item #58 – Crush your child’s spirits and make them feel like their creative masterpieces are not good enough for you… check

Note to self: All future “clean-up” needs to be done after bedtime and should be disposed of properly in the garage garbage/recycle bins so little boys and girls can’t accidentally see.

Here they are - salad dressing and all!