Last night was not a good night. I should have seen it coming. I figured it was a good idea to go to Walmart to buy toilet paper (a sale is a sale) while the kids were still up, Bo laying in bed watching tv with them. When I got home Bo had put them to sleep, but I found Oliver back up and watching tv. And his mouth was still dirty (seriously, how are kids mouths constantly dirty). So, like an idiot, I went into the baby’s room to get a wipe, waking her up. After a ten minute fight with Oliver about why he couldn’t watch just one more episode of La La Loopsy (yeah buddy, that’s on the internet forever now), I spent another ten trying to get Sophie back to sleep, not really successfully. and then I crawled into bed next to Bo, who is sick (which means snoring like woah), and suffering (moaning) from a migraine. Woo hoo!
That should have been the end of it, but oh no, where would the fun in that be. You see, Oliver thought it would be a good idea to think about Jurassic Park while falling asleep (save the “you shouldn’t let your kids watch that”, we know, and we do it anyway because they have these giant eyes we struggle to say no to). Fear not though, it wasn’t the giant, terrible, flesh eating dinosaurs that kept him up, multiple times. It was the poor cow that they feed to the dinosaurs at the beginning that he felt bad for. “That’s nature Mommy, and it’s not nice to kill nature”. Ugh.
Oliver, I completely agree, but I also feel this is not a conversation for two in the morning. Or three, or four, or five. I suppose my mistake was not just saying “You’re right buddy”, and instead explaining that like the dinosaurs weren’t real, the cow wasn’t either. This apparently warranted an explanation as to how it was created… which I did… “Well, kinda like how you draw your dinosaurs now, they start with a bunch of rough shapes on the computer, then slowly program them to animate, then they can add different textures for the skin, etc”. Why do I start these kinds of conversations in the middle of the night. WHY!!!
Over the next three hours he visited my room four more times, all to ask about what things were real and what were fake in the movie. And in the end, he was still bitching about that damn cow.
This has nothing to do with blueberry muffins, except at 5:30 I finally gave up on trying to get any sleep, and decided to get the recipe up. Thank you for letting me vent.
FYI – These muffins are awesome. The kids had them for breakfast and their snack yesterday, and I may be enjoying one again right now. We also have a thing for a sugary, crumble toppings on our muffins, like these banana streusel ones.
They are really fast to make. Oliver traded me yesterday morning – He would get all his and Anna’s clothes laid out for school (snow pants, etc), if I’d make him muffins, lol. Also, you can use fresh or frozen berries in them, whatever you have on hand, and any type of berry would work just as well.