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One day it rained.  I had a physical therapy appointment for my voice (I have nodes, click here) and decided to leave the girls with my mom.  Thank God she was in town!  It’s hard enough dragging along two kids to places they don’t want to be, add rain, and it’s practically a nightmare!

Anyway.

After the appointment, I ran some errands.  There were several things I needed to buy from several places.

I finished my errands right around lunch time, and I received a call from my mom.

“Buy lunch.”

The McDonald’s was the closest and quickest food I could think of to buy, so into the drive-thru I went.  I ordered food, and I went home.

In a rush to get inside to feed the girls, I shoved the milks (they came with the Happy Meals) into my purse.  I brought the food and other items inside and began eating.

That night while in bed, I remembered that the milks were still in my purse.  True to form, I was too lazy to go downstairs to remove the, but vowed to remember to move them in the morning.

A few days later, while clearing the area around the purses, Hubby finds a sweater that smelled like rotten milk.  Unable to figure out the source, I washed it, and went about my day.

The smell of rotten milk lingered in that area, and we couldn’t quite figure out why.

A few days after the sweater incident, Hubby was going through the purses when I hear him gasp in disgust.

My black Coach purse was the source of the offensive odor.

I FORGOT TO REMOVE THE MILKS!

They exploded in my purse and spilled rotten milk inside.  It was disgusting.

Luckily, my wallet and other everyday things were inside the diaper bag.  Only a few items were left in that purse and they went straight into the trash!

I had no idea what to do with my purse.  I didn’t want to throw it out without trying to save it.

So I popped it into the washing machine.

Thank God, it came out perfect!  The smell was gone, the purse was still in great condition, it was like nothing happened!

Lesson learned.  No matter what time of the day or night, if you remember that milk is stored somewhere it should be, then remove it right away!

Blech!

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M has been pretty obsessed with hot cocoa lately.  She saw it on one of the TV shows she likes to watch and has been asking for it for awhile.

Last year, we tried to buy her a hot chocolate from Starbucks to try, but she just wasn’t into it.  So this year, I was a little hesitant to let her try it.  However, it’s been a year.  A lot can (and has) change in a year.

Hubby came home one weekend morning from running errands and treated M and I to some Starbucks in bed.  I got a Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate and M had a kids hot chocolate.

She LOVED it.

Those kid’s hot chocolates are so small and the temperature was just barely warm enough that she ended up guzzling the whole thing within minutes!

I knew she was hooked.

I’m all about making things at home now without having to rely too much on mixes or overly processed items, mainly because of her peanut allergy.  It was relieving to see that the can of baking cocoa that I had in my pantry had a hot cocoa recipe.

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Hot Cocoa

1 tablespoon of sugar
1 tablespoon of baking cocoa

A tiny splash of milk to mix it into a paste.

1 cup of warmed milk to mix into the paste.

Super simple, right?

Everyone’s microwave is different, but I warm up M’s milk for about a minute and half, while I warm up my milk for 2 minutes.

She loves this.  It’s not too sweet at all.  The sugar can be adjusted to taste also.  You don’t have to rely on those packet mixes that can be too sweet.  This one is just right amount of chocoately sweetness.

I bought my baking cocoa at Sprouts, but I’m sure you can use any brand of preference.

It’s the perfect drink for these cold winter days and nights!

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It started out easy enough.

M asked for milk.  However, since M had been sick for the past few days, all she wanted was milk.

I wanted to give her water.

Well, M wanted milk and she was going to let me know that.

She asked me for milk.  I said, “Why don’t you drink some water instead?”

Well, I apparently said a bad thing.  It was as if I told her that she can never drink any liquid ever again.  It was like I told her that she was to be thirsty for the rest of her life.

She threw herself onto the ground and screamed and cried for milk.

When she calmed down, I offered her a compromise.  Drink a little bit of water, and then I will give her milk.

She cried.

But because I’m the mommy, I gave her the water anyway.  She drank it.  And she calmed down.

So, like I promised, I started to pour her milk.

She saw me take the milk out.  She even told me that I was holding milk.  She saw me pour the milk into her sippy cup.

But, I guess she wanted it in a bottle because when I handed it to her, she was on the floor and screaming and crying again.

She turned her back on me and on the milk.

So I sat with her.  I sat with her while she pouted away from me.

After a few minutes of pouting, she put a hand on my leg.  Soon after, she snuggled up into my lap.

I hugged her for a bit, then I told her in a super calm way that what was in the sippy cup was milk.  Then I asked her if she wanted it.  In her small voice, she calmly told me yes.  So I handed her the sippy cup and she took it and drank it.

Victory for me!

There have been many small frequent meltdowns, but this one seems to be the worst.  I’d like to say that I won this battle..

If only they will only be this easy from now on…

Ok.. she did it.

Little M had her first on the floor tantrum.

I don’t know if it really constitutes as a tantrum because it didn’t last long..

You decide.

Usually M has a bottle of milk before going to bed.  The usual routine is that she sits on my lap and we cuddle while she drinks her warm milk.  Sometimes she falls asleep that way, sometimes she just drinks the milk.

Lately, she’s been asserting her independence and wanting to walk around while holding her bottle..

That would be totally fine if she didn’t like to “water” the carpet with her milk bottle leaving little drops of milk all over the carpet.

So, I take the bottle away and tell her that she can only drink the milk if she sits down with Mimi..

Ok.. so that worked out.. or so I thought.

She sat on my lap to drink milk for two minutes when she decided that she wanted to start walking around again.

Trying to reason with her, I told her that she could walk with the bottle as long as she didn’t put milk on the carpet. 

That went well for.. five seconds!

She starts to tip the bottle upside down and I take the bottle from her telling her that I had told her not to do that..

That’s when she screamed at me.. put herself on the floor.. arched her back and threw herself back down.. and cried..

But just for a split second.

Then she got back up.. came me on the couch.. and said, “up.”

She didn’t drink milk after that, but she cuddled on my lap until it was time to go to bed..

Tantrum?  A small release of frustration?  What do you think?


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