CRACK-ing Up

I didn't have a chance to post over the weekend until now - but that's OK; my last post was so long it probably took you all weekend to read i! ;-)

Friday night, Steve came home from work after stopping at the grocery store to pick up a couple things I'd forgotten and needed for dinner. Along with those, he's got two boxes of cookies. Now mind you, I have transferred my Curves membership out here, I'm trying to work out more, and I'm desperately trying to get our whole family eating healthier in general - not just for Steve and I to lose weight, which we both need to do, but for the kids to grow up with healthier eating habits than we both did. Sorry, Mom L. and Mom K., we love you guys, but in my house growing up, we had a different variety of chips and candy for every day of the year (no kidding - we had an entire pantry dedicated just to snack foods), and in Steve's, I don't think they ever even saw a whole grain (my dear MIL, to this day, only eats WHITE rice, WHITE bread, WHITE pasta....you get the idea. When she came to stay with us, I don't think I saw her eat a piece of fresh fruit in four days!)

Now, I'm not against dessert per se - I'm just trying to make it healthier (I'll bake cookies for us myself - at least then I know what's going in them!) and not after every meal, every day (of course, on Sundays we can have treats!) But the point is, I've made it abundantly clear to my dear husband that I want us to eat healthy - and by and large, he's been going along with it, which helps the kids go along with it, too.

But then he comes home with cookies - not one, but two packages - and not just any cookies, such as something with a modicum of nutrition, like oatmeal cookies - no, these are pure-Crisco-style heart-shaped butter cookies, and they're a shade of neon, Valentine's Day fuschia not found anywhere in nature (so in addition to the fat, sugar, hydrogenated whatever and empty calories, you get a bonus dose of probably-carcinogenic artificial, chemical coloring.)

This was not only on top of my having just reminded Steve that his keeping this stuff in the house creates more temptation for me to have to resist, but also right after I complained to him that the kids had already HAD a treat that afternoon and were already hyped-up on sugar (it's amazing, once they're not used to having it constantly, it really does affect them more when they do have it!)

So I mumbled under my breath, "Ugh, I can't believe Daddy brought home this CRAP!"

So Maddy, our little Miss Malapropism, says really loudly, "What, Mommy? Daddy brought home CRACK?"

Of course, upon seeing the look on my face (a cross between horrified, amused, and, after the day I'd had, probably slightly hopeful!) both girls immediately began chanting choruses of, "Daddy brought home crack! Daddy brought home crack! Daddy brought home crack!"

Thank goodness our windows weren't open - I think we'd have made quite the impression on our new neighbors!