{Snack Cupboard Attitude Adjustment}

I have 2 stories.

But first a little history:

Kylee likes to raid the snack cupboard. By snacks meaning: crackers, goldfish, raisins, fruit snacks, etc. The cupboard has a child lock on it, but miss smarty pants has figured out that if she stands there, pulls hard approximately 5-6 times on the cupboard door, it will eventually open. She then proceeds to grab things at random and throw them all over the kitchen. At least until she finds an open package.

Then she eats that.

Story#1: It Doesn't Really Matter

Yesterday I was doing very important mom things {Dean would call it "not paying attention to my children"} when I heard crunch, crunch, crunch.

First I saw this:


And then I saw this:


{Dean would say this is what happens when you are "not paying attention to the children"} I consider it a demonstration of my new motto for 2010: It Doesn't Really Matter.

The old me, would get upset, probably get mad at Lauren for not stopping Kylee, then huff and puff as I vacuumed up remnants of the "brand new package of goldfish-I just bought-that is now spread throughout my house!"

Instead I thought to myself: "Self, It Doesn't Really Matter!"

I teased the girls as we all put the salvageable goldfish back in the bag, and within 2 minutes I had the place vacuumed and crumb free. And everyone was happy!

Because why? {Say it with me now}: "It Doesn't Really Matter!"


Story #2: That One Moment

Again Kylee raided the snack cupboard while I was cleaning the pantry {Dean would call this "not paying attention to my children"}.

As I was kneeling down putting everything back in its place I was talking to Kylee.

Me: Kylee stay out of the cupboard! No no no!
Kylee: Bubbad Dubba Dub Bemma Dem
Me: No playing in the food!
Kylee (with hands raised as if to say "who me?"): Ee Dubba Dub Det {which sounded exactly like---"I didn't do it"}

Then she climbed up in my lap, rested her head on my shoulder, and gave me the sweetest hug followed by the slobberiest kiss. She climbed down and waddled away.

Right then I knew that cleaning up a million messes was worth that one moment. That one moment that I could have easily missed had I chosen a different attitude. I hugged my baby back and thanked Heavenly Father for the sweetest little girls and their big messes!