Comments on: They Always Look So Happy in the Commercials

By: Sarah and the Goon Squad » Hello Real Life Friends

Sarah and the Goon Squad » Hello Real Life Friends — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 11:44:10 +0000

[...] to think that I am witty but it is far more likely that people just like to know that somebody is worse at this parenting thing than they [...]

By: Tonya

Tonya — Sat, 06 Sep 2008 21:34:54 +0000

and this is why I bake during naptime. Thank goodness mine aren’t even 2 yet, I have 2 more years of reprieve before I have to start baking at 2am.

By: Deidre

Deidre — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 23:10:38 +0000

I just found your blog through the blogher network.

I baked cookies with my 3 yr old nephew once – We had tons of fun. Maybe we did it wrong?

By: Fraulein N

Fraulein N — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 16:38:28 +0000

I can’t imagine why anyone would try to bake with children “helping.” I mean, it’s an adorable idea in theory, but it’s clearly never going to work in real life.

By: Ree

Ree — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 00:50:59 +0000

I’ve been taken by those commercials too. Luckily, now, I just let Shortman buy frozen cookie dough from fundraisers and he eats it himself.

By: niCk(MemBeth)

niCk(MemBeth) — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 10:56:50 +0000

Once you were that age and your were helping your Mom bake, remember that time she had one of those “ka-nip-shins”. Right after that she put a spell on you so you’d have children that behave just like you do.

That’s why Grandparents always smile when you tell them stories like this.

The “fun” adventures that await you are too frightening for words.

By: Kia

Kia — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 03:24:02 +0000

Frighteningly familiar. Eerie, really. Even the lack of underwear. By the kid, of course.

By: Kat

Kat — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 02:37:34 +0000

I swear I just had deja vu.

By: cartoongoddess

cartoongoddess — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 02:14:03 +0000

Hey, that looks like a matzah ball. Are you sure it’s a cookie?

By: Andrea's Sweet Life

Andrea's Sweet Life — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 21:29:29 +0000

Last week I promised my daughter we’d make brownies in honor of her starting Kindergarten.

Half way through, I checked the brownies. An hour later, checking every FIVE minutes, they STILL weren’t done. Do you know how THAT conversation went?

Turns out, instead of turning the timer off half way through, I turned the OVEN off. There were no happy campers in the kitchen, that day.