Roozle’s Lunch

Today Roozle has a cheddar cheese, quince jam, and honey sandwich. And yes she ate a spoonful of the honey while making it. And then a spoonful of the quince jam. While I do actually like all these things, this sandwich is grossing me out. She also cut it herself so it didn’t fit right and was oozing the filling everywhere. And made a sticky mess on the counter that we didn’t have time to clean up and our house cleaner is coming today and will wonder why we pour honey on our counters.

I let it all happen. Because it’s important for me to let Roozle be involved. It’s important for me to let her try new things and make messes. It’s important for me to let go a bit and let there be some honey on the counter and let there be an oozing sandwich and know it’s okay.

Because sometimes I get a bit anxious about that kind of thing. And in my mind I’m Kate Gosselin following her toddlers with a swiffer years ago. But today I let it go. Because sometimes, it’s okay to let go and let life happen.

Author: Casey

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  1. You are right, Casey! Sometimes life just happens and you have to let it go. Roozle is the luckiest
    3 year old on the planet to have parents like you and Michelle. You are doing everything right and teaching
    her how to be independent, creative, imaginative. I am loving ALL your blogs even though though I
    don’t respond to all of them! You rule!!

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  2. And I bet, by letting her do her “own” thing, you both feel better about it!!
    You because you let her do it !!!
    Ry because you let her be grown up for that few minutes~~
    way to go Casey!!!!

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  3. I totally hear you on the honey on the counter hangups. I’m currently working on the toothpaste thing — let them squeeze it out, let them squeeze too much, let it go on the counter, just wipe it up, it’s just toothpaste… It’s amazing how quickly they master new skills, too. Our seven-year-old has turned into a master slicer of bread, when just a few weeks ago he was cutting slices that were, like Jacob Two-Two’s, paperthin at one end and thick as a brick at the other.

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