Baby Blog

My darling boy has been a bit of a cookie addict from around 12 months, when he began weaning and daddy could finally get involved in the feeding process.  My husband’s sweet tooth only developed in the last few years and consists of munching through an entire packet of sugar cookies in a single sitting. When baby Nik showed up, he had someone to share his love of that sweet baked dough.

Mom on the other hand has always been addicted to cookies and had, until the arrival of the baby and my husband’s sweet tooth, managed to keep them out of the house. I’ll be the first woman to admit (and you know you aren’t any different ladies) that there’s no eating one cookie with me. It begins at two or three and within the hour all that remains of the triple sleeve chocolate chips cookies is the wrapper. I must stay away from the cookies. And now I must deal with my son’s own growing addiction.

“Cooka! Cooka!” is baby’s constant refrain. My husband slips him another one under the table. I see the glistening of the sugar topping out of the corner of my eye, chastise my husband and remove the cookie from Nik’s chubby fingers. But then I am bad mama, mean mama, mama who “no love Nik Nik”; I am and feel like the worst mommy in the world.

Taking candy from a baby and all that.

I tried making vegan cookies. I found a great no bake recipe that substitutes the butter and eggs for wheat germ and flax seed. And although this newer and pretty yummy version of the traditional cookie has no fat, it still has half the sugar of a regular cookie mix. And all that happened was baby Nik ate them as regular cookies and whole grain fiend mommy joined him.

And now I have put down my size 7 shoe (I was a six till I had the baby—thanks darling) and said enough is enough. Babies and toddlers don’t need sugar. Babies don’t need cookies however healthy and there will be no more of this cookie nonsense in my house. It’s a bad habit, it’s not healthy and enough is enough.

Now I just have to follow through.

I will have to endure my husband’s nonsensical justifications (“oh all kids like cookies stop being so mean”) and my son’s withdrawal crazed ramblings (“Mama mama no love! Mama no love!”) but I must be strong. Because we all know ladies that when it boils down to it, Mom is responsible for keeping her family healthy.

It is part of my job as a mother and a wife to make sure my guys get their whole grains, choose organic over processed whenever possible and work on getting balanced meals into their skinny little bodies. As I always tell my husband skinny doesn’t mean healthy and cookies every single day is not healthy for anyone no matter what their pant size.

So wish me luck fellow mommies as I donate to the neighbors all the sweet delicacies my husband has stashed around the kitchen and replace them with raisins and fruit and sweet carrots (which we already and have and nobody really eats). It’s time for a no cookie revolution.

Now I just have to wait for the inevitable revolt.