why wetoatmealkisses.com?
I’ve had a few people ask me, why wetoatmealkisses.com? Well, since I already posted the poem, you know about that, right? But of course, there is a double meaning…we have oatmeal or some variation of it nearly everyday and have for years. When Blythe was little she ate oatmeal leftovers throughout the day. Every time she was hungry, she just pulled it out of the fridge and ate some. Cold. It was fabulous. I could make a big pot of oatmeal and she would eat it till it was gone, then I would make another. I never had to dish it up or heat it up. She was quite capable of getting some in a bowl and she had no idea that it would be better warmed up. That all changed one day when her grandmother heated up her leftovers.
I have had a lot of wet oatmeal kisses in my mothering years. Uummm, treasures.
I’m looking forward to reading more of your blog! :) So far, it’s wonderful!!! You are an amazing mom!