Cookies and a Story
I made cookies yesterday. Real cookies. I know. Shocker. I've confessed before that I don't like baking from scratch. Floating and wafting flour really annoys me. But these cookies have very little flour in them, so I make the exception. Plus they are so scrumdidiliumptious (you know, I can't find how to spell that word so I'll have to make up my own spelling.)
Home-Style Oatmeal Cookies
- 4 cups quick oatmeal
- 2 cups brown sugar
- 1 cup oil
- 1 tsp. vanilla
- 1 cup walnuts (optional)
- 2 beaten eggs
- 1/2 cup flour (I did add a little more to hold the cookies together better)
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 1 cup raisins
Mix oatmeal, sugar and oil. Let stand overnight (or mix during the day and make the cookies at night). Add vanilla, walnuts, eggs, flour, salt and raisins. Drop onto ungreased baking sheet. Bake at 350 degrees for about 12 minutes. Makes 3 dozen.
Story: Pick Your own Battles
Last night I went to pick up Jackson and Mason from soccer practice. As I was talking to the coach about Saturday's game, I noticed Jackson was chasing a boy, who was chasing a boy. All in fun. They were laughing and smiling. Jackson wasn't chasing the boy with any sharp objects. And obviously the boy is not limited to physical activity because he plays soccer. There was no immediate danger to this boy.
Well, apparently, the mother of the boy (who was chasing the other boy, don't forget) stopped Jackson and started to yell at him. While she is in the middle of yelling at my son, her son pushed the boy down whom he was chasing. I almost busted up laughing. It was sweet justice. It really gets my goat when people who have half the parenting experience I have (not to mention only a third of the children I have) feel the need to parent my children. I pick my battles. Chasing a boy, after soccer practice, is completely acceptable in my book.
Comments
Delish looking cookies. I must post the recipe on Grasmere Gingerbread in my next post. I think you'd like it even though it has 6oz of wholewheat flour.
Great story. Let kids have fun and worry about your own. Good lesson for the other mom.
Well, serve that woman right. I think chasing each other around is perfectly fine too. As long as no one is upset then it's good.
MMmmmm....cookies. How did you know I love oatmeal cookies?!
I have 5, and have had times when others think I need extra help in dealing with my own kids- they don't realize that I, too, pick my battles.
speaking of battles- did you say anything to her? or were you too busy laughing? I often daydream about what I should have said after the fact, but rarely say anything at the actual moment.
So, I have a question for you...Did you say anything to Jackson? I would have been tempted to tell him that I was sorry he got yelled at and that she was out of line to do that, but then on the other hand I'm always worried about undermining adult figures to my children. I don't want them to grow up with no respect for adults. So, I'm just interested how you handled it with your son.
I have been reading you blog for quite a few months now and thought I should (finally) sine up to leave comments. yay!
Great story btw.
auj
And that mom needs to get a life.
Happy Thursday, my friend.
yummy cookies! :) And Hugs for you. Just because.
So making those cookies this weekend. It's starting to get cool up here and they just sound like the perfect start-of-fall cookie.
Days later the "angel" and his friend the "devil" peed on another boy in the bathroom. I wondered how that dad felt then. Funny thing is he didn't want a sit down with the principal this time!
and as far as your story goes...sweet justice indeed!