Jennifer is a one in a million stay-at-home mom. (More like one OF a million stay at home moms!) She graduated from a liberal arts college but there is nothing liberal OR artsy about her. She is married to Kevin Fischer of This Just In, and together they have a beautiful toddler daughter Kyla Audrey. In no particular order she loves dogs, wine, a good bargain, her family, pizza, and entertaining. Follow her blog of all things miscellaneous including but not limited to cooking and baking, entertaining and party planning, being a mommy, and homekeeping.
Kyla is at an interesting, if not perfect, age when it comes to candy, desserts, etc. She is old enough to have a sweet tooth, but young enough that I can tell her there is no more and she totally accepts that. Certainly she isn’t tall enough to reach the high shelves in the pantry. So after Trick or Treat this Sunday, I don’t have to confiscate her candy like some other moms do. I wouldn’t anyhow.
When I was growing up, candy was not some evil thing that had to be avoided at all costs. I always had an opportunity for a sweet treat. Easter, Halloween and St. Nick’s were certainly fun holidays for me and I did get excited at the thought of special confections. From little on, I have always gone right for the chocolate (bonus if there was caramel involved!) and completely passed up everything else. Please, don’t bother me with Skittles, Starbursts or Laffy Taffy. Of course the Easter Bunny and St. Nick knew this about me but how could I politely convince our neighbors during Trick or Treat?
After my mom went through my Trick or Treat bag for anything “suspicious looking” I was free to tear in. I don’t recall ever eating more than three or four pieces before my budding chocoholic cravings were sated. There were never fights or tears about candy being taken away. And I clearly remember leaving a bowl of that less-than-desirable, non-cocoa infused, high fructose corn syrup stuff out for my friends who would literally eat anything.
To this day I can have leftover Trick or Treat candy last, literally, until Christmas. I don’t mind one or two little tastes but I’m not the type to sit down and scarf a whole bag of bite-sized Snickers.
My point is I’m not already strategizing how I am going to handle holiday candy in our house. I’m not searching online for ways to cheat my child out of an innocent joy like waking up to an Easter basket, or a St. Nick’s stocking, or smiling to neighbors with a bucket beaming “Trick or Treat!” If life is too short, childhood is barely a fleeting moment.
She takes her multi-vitamin daily and will even remind me if I happen to forget to give it to her. She has asked on many occasions for vegetables FOR BREAKFAST. She runs around like a crazy girl every day and does not have to be forced to “exercise.” She loves brushing her teeth…
I’m supposed to worry about her eating an extra piece or two of candy three or four times a year? Please. The girl is dressing as a Tootsie Roll this year, what does that tell you?
Halloween 2009 Halloween 2010