Lately I’ve been starting to feel guilty eating in front of Charlotte. It’s like she can somehow tell that my bright red strawberry pie is better than her brown wheat bread. I don’t get it. She stared at me while I licked my plate, and I actually cast my eyes down in shame. I guess that’s how you know when to start eating treats during naptime. (If the most notable part of the previous statement is the fact that I lick my plate after I eat pie, then I’m sorry, we are not friends.)
Charlotte has been on a genuine food strike lately. Yet she hasn’t figured out how to spit out food that she doesn’t want to swallow. The other day I was feeding her oatmeal and she refused to swallow the food in her mouth, so it was just sitting there. I figured she would swallow it eventually, and stopped worrying about it. A good 20 minutes later I took her over to my friend Nancy’s house to be babysat. I was explaining the bedtime routine when suddenly Charlotte sneezed. Spraying Nancy’s carpet with 20-minute old saliva-y oatmeal.
But don’t worry, you will not be spraying anyone with this Butterscotch Oatmeal. It is seriously incredible. It looks like regular oatmeal, but can I just tell you that I have made it at least 10 times in the last month? No joke. It is that good. The egg makes it rich and creamy, and the brown sugar really does morph into a butterscotch flavor as it cooks. Eric grew up eating this stuff and now my kids will too, because I am completely addicted. They will eat it, even if they choose to spray.
Source: my mother-in-law Kris