Granola Mom?

I’m not quite sure when it happened but I have become a granola mom. This morning, I literally made granola. I had looked it up quite awhile ago, but happened upon the recipe again this morning, so I made some—of course I only use recipes as guidelines, so I didn’t really make that granola, but it turned out pretty yummy. Let me caution you though—do NOT cool thoroughly. Cool mostly. Otherwise your granola will become one with your cookie sheet!

How am I a granola mom?
I limit TV to Sesame Street, if that. This morning (while I was making granola), Kate got distracted and didn’t even know it was time. Mean Mama didn’t tell her and she played straight through it.

I delay some vaccines. This came because of Gabby’s horrible reaction to her Rotavirus vaccine. I’m much less willing to go with the recommendations now. I spread them out a little more so she doesn’t get four at a time and I delayed her getting ones we hadn’t started the series for until she was one, afraid that she would become sickened by another immunization as well.

My kiddos don’t go to preschool or day care, but they are still socially adjusted and well behaved (at least in public). Someone from church kept pushing me to put Kate in preschool. I finally looked at her and told her—I could work and send them to preschool and daycare or I could stay home and afford neither. She finally quit asking. I wouldn’t send Gabby anywhere—she doesn’t like big groups.


But then again…
I don’t buy organic. I would if I could, but the limits of a budget are what they are.

I believe in and have used corporal punishment.

I’ve been known to let my kids have cookies and cake, even if it’s not anyone’s birthday.

But I do make granola!