My Seussical Life for 2005 February 3

I haven't made granola, typically a Matkin household staple, in over a month. We made so many batches as Christmas presents for important-someones in Lawrence that I haven't been able to bring myself to the task until today. But since my cousin, Leonard, mentioned granola on his blog, my tummy has been rumbling for it.

I had this great idea to include Samuel in my project, since Atticus was playing at a friend's house and cooking seems to be a perfect kid-helps-mom kind of activity. I gave him a spatula and let him stir the oats and stuff. Before I knew it, he was taking huge fistfuls to his mouth, crumbs falling off his face and into the bowl. Then he was pinching bits of ingredients in his fingers and dropping them onto the floor. Now I have a great mess to clean up. All said and done, it isn't so bad. We did something constructive together, and this time I wasn't so uptight about it. But there is a lesson to remember: theory doesn't always translate perfectly into practicalities.