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Mother of the Year

"No honey, you can't have a cookie for breakfast.  A cookie is mostly sugar and won't give you the energy you need for your morning.  Let's go eat your cereal." I diligently said to my two-year-old before realizing that her Lucky Charms are probably just as sugar-laden as the damn Girl Scout cookie.

Feeling like I had somehow lost a few points towards Mom of the Year (MOTY), I pondered out loud if she might like a popsicle.  Because HA!  Those popsicles are action-packed with healthy stuff.  For real.  She eats them like a sugar snack but here's what she's really eating:

spinach
strawberries
bananas
chia seed
flax seed
skim milk

Boom.  And just like that, I'm back in the running for MOTY.  Just kidding, she's now scavenging the marshmallows from her Lucky Charms and her face is a weird shade of blue.  Totes organic.

Xo
Mama Porch

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  1. I gave Bowen fruit loops this morning because he didn't want his healthier normal breakfast and then he promptly threw them up at daycare first thing! MOTY here!!

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    1. I love that you have a healthier normal breakfast. I live for the days when she has breakfast at school; the weeks I close, she gets there too late for breakfast so I'm on my own. I routinely feel like a deadbeat.

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