Archive | January, 2013

Potty Perspective

15 Jan

I know the saying goes; G-D will never give you more than you can handle. I get it, the concept that a person can handle anything that is thrown their way. I know that no matter happens in my life, I will find a way to get through. I may not be graceful, quiet, or completely rational as I wade through tough times, but I always get through.
Everyday as I go about my life as a busy Mommy of three I interact with people, women especially, that inspire me. Women that have encountered hardships that I could not even imagine. Women that have twice as many children as I do (gulp). Women who don’t have nearly the amount of support that I have in my husband, my siblings, my friends, my babysitter and all the grandparents. They help me to remember that things, everything could always be much worse.
A lot has been shifting and changing around here. I’m cooking, organizing, exercising, spending more quality time with the kids, re-connecting with friends, writing, and even blow drying my hair at least twice a week. The way I discipline the kids, the way we eat as a family, our entire routine has been tweaked and twisted.
At first, the kids pushed back. There were lots of tantrums, crying and even some awesome biting. (not by me) Then, we all calmed down and eased into our new schedule and new rules.

I woke up today feeling like I might actually be the one in charge here.

Then T and J announced that they were both going to wear underwear today. Just like that, cold turkey, no training or warning. Two 2 and a half year olds in underwear for the first time in the middle of all our family changes.

G-D never gives you more than you can handle. Either that or he has a sick sense of humor.



What’s For Din-Din?

14 Jan

The question of the day seems to be, what are you cooking tonight?

I do not have an answer for you.

This morning HB said she was sick only to have a revelation at 11:30am that she was perfectly healthy and wanted to go to school. What prompted this miraculous recovery? She remembered that today was her first day of after school art class. Art Class = Full Instant Recovery.
Between getting everyone dressed, fed and to their schools, I barely had time to sneeze before it was time to pick-up the twins at 11:45am.
So….. What is for dinner? I’m sure there a million Moms trying to figure out the exact same thing right now. The real issue is, I can’t quit now! It’s only week 2 of my healthy home cooked kid friendly meals project.
When back-up arrives in half hour I will have a plan. I am not scared of cooking. Poultry is not the enemy. I can do this. The oven is my friend. Yes, that’s right.



Real Men Eat Quiche

11 Jan

Quiche. My husband requested quiche for dinner tonight. I have been consistently cooking family dinners for four days. Apparently, that means I am capable of creating sophisticated French cuisine without giving anyone salmonella. I appreciate that my husband has such faith in me. He always seems to think I am way more capable than I actually am. It’s either that or his thinking is slightly distorted from living with me and our kids all these years.
After many Internet searches and wonderful advice and recipes , I have some awesome FB friends. Who knew that you could buy a pie crust already made?!
I made an executive (mom/chef/slave) decision that I am not making quiche tonight.
I believe that I can do it. I don’t think it’s that tricky or hard. I swear its not that I’m intimidated by eggs, pie crust or the French. The truth is that I am tired. I have to go to the supermarket and I still have a kid to pick up at school, while the other two nap. I really want to spend the afternoon at the park with my 3 kids and not be fried by the time my husband gets home for dinner.
So, tonight he will get his quiche, just not made by me. Whole Foods will be providing our family with a cooked rotisserie chicken, a cooked quiche and a spinach salad.
It doesn’t mean I’m quitting my home cooking mission, it just means that it’s okay to take a break.



Meatloaf Madness

10 Jan

Last night was Spaghetti and Turkey Meatloaf and Steamed Broccoli night. as I was preparing to start prepping my meatloaf the plumber, UPS and the Gardener all showed up needing me to explain things that I simply could not. I don’t know what the thingy is called that goes in between the tub stopper top and the whole in the drain. All I know is that our tub makes a noise that makes my children think that a monster lives in the drain and it must be fixed ASAP.

Before I knew it, I had not made the meatloaf and it was time to pick up the twins from Preschool. Those three hours sure didn’t get me far now did they? I knew I could make the pasta and broccoli while they napped, but I had a loooong list of chores to be done, plus a blog to write and another kid to be picked up half way through their nap.

I took a deep breath – I had a little conversation with myself, went a little like this; I am doing the best I can, this is my first week and I will get the hang of this. It’s ok to improvise. Your doing a good job.
I decided to pick up kid#1 and run into Whole Foods and pick up ready made Turkey Meatloaf to go with my spaghetti and broccoli. Next time I will make it myself, but this time, it didn’t mean I was less of a “Mom that cooks home cooked meals” because I improvised.

How did it go? Girl twin ate everything on her plate and begged for more broccoli. Boy twin ate a little of everything, requested ketchup and then ate a little more. Six year old ate all her pasta, wouldn’t try the meatloaf or broccoli, but she let the food sit on her plate without any protest. That right there is a huge improvement from the faux-vomiting of the night before.

They were all given chocolate soy pudding for dessert.

Tonight is Corn Flake Chicken and Smashed Sweet Potatoes. Cross your fingers for me…..


Slow Cooker Saga – Continued

9 Jan

For those of you that have been hanging on the edge of your seats waiting to hear how dinner went last night, here’s the story.

My Two and a half year old twins, ate the chicken and rice with no complaints. They left the red and green bell peppers untouched, but hey you can’t win all your battles. I made sure they hadn’t had a snack for at least two hours before dinner and they were good and hungry.
My 6 year old immediately had a nervous breakdown as her sweet and sour chicken accompanied by brown rice was presented to her. I believe her screams were something about me not warning her that the chicken was going to be covered in sauce and have green stuff in it. I didn’t know that sauce required forewarning. Had I known I would have definitely told my drama queen that the chicken would be swimming in it. Then there was some crying, some faux-vomit noises and threats of vomiting from the smell. on the inside I was laughing my head off. She came by it honestly, I tend to have a bit of a sensitivity to food smells. I also have a dash of the drama bug, so she really never stood a chance at being an easygoing wallflower. On the outside, I held my ground, informed her that this was the only dinner she was getting and if she wanted to flip out she could do it in her room. Lo and behold, after 10 minutes, she ate the chicken.
Holy crap! If I set the rules, stick firmly to them and don’t waver my kids might actually listen?!
At the end of the meal I told the kids that the next night we would be having delicious meatloaf, with pasta and broccoli. HB bursts into tears again and says, “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t even know what a meatloaf is!”

I’ll be back tomorrow with meatloaf madness mania.


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