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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.

xoxo

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Chef Boyardee Got Nothin’ On Me

17 May

I don’t cook. It’s not that I can’t cook, I just don’t. It doesn’t come naturally to me to just dash into the market pick up my ingredients come home and whip up a meal. It actually feels quite the opposite to me, foreign, yup cooking feels foreign. I see people in the supermarket with their shopping lists and little bags of vegetables and spices and uncooked meats, I know it can’t be that hard if everyone’s doing it. I guess it’s just not part of my routine and I’m a little frightened of new things. I am also a closet vegetarian and have some sensory issues with food. What does that mean? It means I hate touching chicken/meat/fish of any kind and I feel very guilty when I eat it. The sensory issues, let’s just say, if it’s too mushy, smells weird or just strikes me the wrong way, I ain’t eating it. Those of you who know my oldest daughter HB, are starting to understand where her food “pickyness” comes from right about now.
At this point you must be wondering what it is this family eats if the Mother doesn’t cook? Let’s see, we have Chipotle night, we have Whole Foods chicken night, Trader Joe’s night, Pasta night and Auntie Stacey cooks night. I’ve gotten away with it this long because my husband doesn’t make it home in time for Dinner and my kids are young enough that they don’t really sit down for a big formal meal. Every time I decide that today is the big day to cook dinner, I find myself overwhelmed by the rules and limitations I have. The meal has to be organic, healthy, pork free, easy to make and kid friendly. Next thing I know I’m ling in the fetal position in front of the oven.
All of this being said, I feel the time has come for me to step up to the plate, literally. Not because it’s my duty or listed in my marriage contract, but because I know that it’s healthier and I want my kids to feel at home in the kitchen.
So, I’ve decided that starting on Monday ( I need a few days to get ready) I am going to start operation HCM, Home Cooked Meal. I’m going to figure out what the family will be eating for the entire week and get everything I need to make it happen on Sunday. My starting goal is to cook at least three meals the first week. I plan on conducting interviews at Roxbury Park tomorrow asking other Mom’s what they cook that their kids actually eat. I’m hoping to slowly ease into my apron and before I know it I will be the Rachel Ray of the Westside, hopefully without having to touch any raw meat in the process…

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