Saturday, January 28, 2012

saved comments: Jane's cake and Diane's Parenting Post

Here is Jane's cake post.


Here is my/Vickie's comment:
I hope you will smile at this.

Youngest's birthday was last week, it fell on the weekend.

The Thursday before her birthday weekend her homeroom teacher asked if she was bringing in a treat (Friday). When she got in the car after school she mentioned it and said that she hadn't thought a thing about it (bringing in treat). I said - I wouldn't have thought of it either, good thing he said something. We stopped by store and bought her favorite cookies (ranger cookies by a bakery) and she took them in that Friday.

On the day of her birthday, what she wanted to do was go ice skating and go to mall (with a friend). She did both those things and the friend came back to spend the night. They had a great time.

it wasn't until two days later that I wondered if the friend thought it was weird we did not have a cake.

I can't remember the last time anyone here had a cake for their birthday. it has been years and years.

There are no restrictions about cakes. If someone wanted a cake, I would get it (would just get one where it was one serving each and then done). But we just don't think that way any more. We think activities.

here is the flip side:

we attended a baptism open house last summer. There was a very good cake. We all had a piece. Everyone at my house scraped off the frosting and just ate the cake. We all had tiny pieces and only ate one piece each. No one told anyone to do this - it is just automatic.

there was a mom sitting down the table (from us) with her little girl. They ate piece after piece of cake - but ate the frosting only. This was the kind of cake where the frosting was an inch thick.

The girl was (trying to sit) sitting on the mom's lap, only there was no actual lap. The girl was as round as round could be. The site of both of them trying to sit on a chair, shoveling fork fulls of frosting in their mouth and ummmmming was almost too much for me.

it was the frosting pavlov's dogs.
the conditioning to frosting = love was actually visual.

I will never forget those two.


Diane happened to write a post that lends itself very well to this topic

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