Two things James said tonight that made me smile:
1. When I was putting lotion on his face since it was a little dry, he comments, "Wow, this feels a little syrupy."
2. While praying at bedtime"...and thank you God for your love and I hope that tomorrow we can go to the zoo so we can see you there..."
God apparently, takes residence at Binder Park. Who knew.
5.28.2011
5.18.2011
Foodages
As I was making lunch for myself and my kiddos today, I realize that I have a cycle of several lunches that enter our mouths every week. And lately, that cycle is feeling sorta old., like we are in a food rut. Even for breakfast, too. I think I have about three breakfasts that I alternate serving on a given week. That being the case, a lightbulb went off, and I thought to myself, "Self, why don't you pose this question on your blog?" So here I am, asking all my wonderful blog friends (those who are moms and those who aren't) for some good food advice.
What kinds of things do you feed your kids for breakfast and lunch?
To ensure that I don't get a lot of comments (if any) saying some of the things that I already dish up for my kids, I'll list some of the 'regulars' that come around our table.
Breakfast:
-Cereal, of all shapes and sizes
-Whole wheat bagels with turkey bacon on the side
-Scrambled eggs
-Ham and cheese (and sometimes onion or pepper) omelets. (Okay, okay, Dave is the only omelet maker in our house. I can't take credit for that one.
Lunch:
-The usual sandwich suspects: PB & J, PB & Honey, Ham and Cheese, et. al.
- Pasta salad with tuna and broccoli
- Grilled Cheese with Ham and Tomato Soup
- Black bean and tomato Quesadillas
- Lnuchables, the homemade kind
-Canned Italian Wedding Soup (Have you ever tried these? They have it canned at Aldi and the noddles are little tiny balls. My kids love them. They also have meatballs, which is also great).
- Frozen Chicken Nuggets
I do give them a fruit or vegetable at every meal as well. There are also the sides; fruit, cheese, crackers, yougurt, apples and peanut butter, carrots and ranch, etc.
So blogosphere, can you help a girl out? I do like to keep things sorta healthy, and veer on the whole-wheat-fresh-fruit-turkey-hot-dog spectrum of food eating, but am not a super health nut feeding my kids alpha sprouts sprinkled with protein powder and flax seed, just to bear in mind.
What cool and fantastic things do you feed your kids?
What kinds of things do you feed your kids for breakfast and lunch?
To ensure that I don't get a lot of comments (if any) saying some of the things that I already dish up for my kids, I'll list some of the 'regulars' that come around our table.
Breakfast:
-Cereal, of all shapes and sizes
-Whole wheat bagels with turkey bacon on the side
-Scrambled eggs
-Ham and cheese (and sometimes onion or pepper) omelets. (Okay, okay, Dave is the only omelet maker in our house. I can't take credit for that one.
Lunch:
-The usual sandwich suspects: PB & J, PB & Honey, Ham and Cheese, et. al.
- Pasta salad with tuna and broccoli
- Grilled Cheese with Ham and Tomato Soup
- Black bean and tomato Quesadillas
- Lnuchables, the homemade kind
-Canned Italian Wedding Soup (Have you ever tried these? They have it canned at Aldi and the noddles are little tiny balls. My kids love them. They also have meatballs, which is also great).
- Frozen Chicken Nuggets
I do give them a fruit or vegetable at every meal as well. There are also the sides; fruit, cheese, crackers, yougurt, apples and peanut butter, carrots and ranch, etc.
So blogosphere, can you help a girl out? I do like to keep things sorta healthy, and veer on the whole-wheat-fresh-fruit-turkey-hot-dog spectrum of food eating, but am not a super health nut feeding my kids alpha sprouts sprinkled with protein powder and flax seed, just to bear in mind.
What cool and fantastic things do you feed your kids?
5.10.2011
TPS Reports and Mother's Day
Ready for a long, random, and at times- fun, blog post? I sure am.
My Mother's Day was swell. (Is it too late to be posting about Mother's Day?) Like most mothers on this day, I got to lesiurely sleep in until 10am and wake my cherubs coming through my door with a freshly baked meal for me. Wait, that did not happen- I chose to run a 5k with my husband instead! That's right. The kids spent the night at Mimi's house (thanks again, Mimi!) and Dave and I woke up at 5:30am to go race in The Borgess Run. Despite what you may think, it was a lot of fun. Dave offered to his kids and teachers at the middle school to come run the race, and we had a pretty good turnout of each. We even got matching t-shirts!
See- there I am on the far right. Don't we all look cute with our matching shirts? There were about 2,000 people in the race, so needless to say, it was a lot of fun! And busy too- I was ready with my elbows out at the starting line. I was pretty happy with my time, too.
After said early morning race, we came home, picked up the kids, and proceeded on with the normal Mother's Day festivites. Not only was that day special because it was Mother's Day, it was also Dave's brother's 18th birthday. That night, we celebrated his birth and showered him with lotto tickets, cigars, and all those other things that you can't have until your eighteen. Do you know that in the State of Michigan that also includes spray paint? Crazy. Since he had never seen "Office Space" (I know, I know. That might be one of the top five movies my friends and I quoted all the time while in high school), we invited him over to watch it with us. This is where we are going to transition to the next point in my blog.....
....have you all ever seen Office Space? Had a case of the Mondays? Gotten a memo about the new cover sheet for the TPS reports? Not worn enough flair at your job? Well, there also is a scene where this fax machine that has been a source of agnst for Michael Bolton and that Indian guy gets the boot. Hardcore. With bats.
I don't think it will ever fax again. It's one of my favorite scenes. Anyways, I had this dresser. An angst causing dresser. It was from Ikea and passed down to me from my brother when he was in college. When Dave and I got married in college, we of course had no money, and took whatever free things would come our way. (Okay, okay, we still do that). This dresser had put in a few years, but it was still good and solid. Fast forward four years, and this thing caused me to want to say bad things everytime I used it.
(And I don't know why my pictures are so small. Oh well).
My Mother's Day was swell. (Is it too late to be posting about Mother's Day?) Like most mothers on this day, I got to lesiurely sleep in until 10am and wake my cherubs coming through my door with a freshly baked meal for me. Wait, that did not happen- I chose to run a 5k with my husband instead! That's right. The kids spent the night at Mimi's house (thanks again, Mimi!) and Dave and I woke up at 5:30am to go race in The Borgess Run. Despite what you may think, it was a lot of fun. Dave offered to his kids and teachers at the middle school to come run the race, and we had a pretty good turnout of each. We even got matching t-shirts!
After said early morning race, we came home, picked up the kids, and proceeded on with the normal Mother's Day festivites. Not only was that day special because it was Mother's Day, it was also Dave's brother's 18th birthday. That night, we celebrated his birth and showered him with lotto tickets, cigars, and all those other things that you can't have until your eighteen. Do you know that in the State of Michigan that also includes spray paint? Crazy. Since he had never seen "Office Space" (I know, I know. That might be one of the top five movies my friends and I quoted all the time while in high school), we invited him over to watch it with us. This is where we are going to transition to the next point in my blog.....
....have you all ever seen Office Space? Had a case of the Mondays? Gotten a memo about the new cover sheet for the TPS reports? Not worn enough flair at your job? Well, there also is a scene where this fax machine that has been a source of agnst for Michael Bolton and that Indian guy gets the boot. Hardcore. With bats.
I don't think it will ever fax again. It's one of my favorite scenes. Anyways, I had this dresser. An angst causing dresser. It was from Ikea and passed down to me from my brother when he was in college. When Dave and I got married in college, we of course had no money, and took whatever free things would come our way. (Okay, okay, we still do that). This dresser had put in a few years, but it was still good and solid. Fast forward four years, and this thing caused me to want to say bad things everytime I used it.
The bottoms of the bottom three dresser drawers fell out, leaving me with one giant drawer. The middle drawer, as you can see, fell of the hinges and was all crooked-like. Dave's drawer (the one right below the two sock drawers) only closed two-thirds of the way. It sucked. After putting up with it for much to long, we finally got a new one. My dream, however, was to give this dresser what was coming to him. He was going to get "Office Spaced."
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| Me and my pick axe. |
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| Poor dresser never saw it comin'. |
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| Pick axe injury. Totally worth it. |
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| Dave burning up the remains. I would have danced around it if it wasn't so cold out. |
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| Beautiful new dresser with drawers that close. That's all this girl wanted. |
As you can see, I have wanted to do this post for a while, seeing as there is snow on the ground and there is none now. This actually happened on my birthday this past December, but I wasn't a really good blogger then. And since we just watched "Office Space," it reminded me of it. Do you all see how everything ties in now? Mother's Day, 5k Run, Brother-in-law's birthday, Office Space, going crazy on my dresser in winter. It all makes sense, no?
Let me tell you, each swing of the axe on that dresser was the most therapeutic thing ever. Ever.
(Oh, and it was a really sweet and wonderful Mother's Day too. I love you, family).
5.04.2011
S@#$ Happens
(I have that song in my head now. Is it by Sugarland? I think so....)
You know that scene in Baby Mama where Kate's (Tina Fey) sister stops her kid running out the door to inspect what is on his hands? "Is this poop, or chocolate?" she asks. (She then licks his hand). "It's chocolate....!" And sends him on his merry way. Kate responds, "What if that had been poop?!?!"
Today, I had a similiar instance. And mine wasn't chocolate.
It was the end of school; the girls where writing down their homework and James was playing on his art easel. I don't remember what Clara was doing, but I was picking up toys and such from the day. As I get closer to the stairs, I notice that there are these small, brown circles on the back of each step, starting at the top of the staircase going all the way down to the basement. Now, you've probably already guessed correctly as to what those little spots were- I, however- took longer. I stop to look at them, and think, "Did James track mud in from when he was outside? Did Clara get into some chocolate and smear it on the steps as she came down?" The answers to those questions were no. I touch it (mistake), and.... yessiree, it's poop. All down my stairs. I quickly find Clara to see that her back is covered in poop from her diaper on up. She has recently mastered the skill of going down the stairs on her bottom, sliding down step by step. Today she mastered it with poop overflowing from her pants. Fan.tas.tic.
Needless to say, it was quite the ordeal the clean up. Once my baby was stripped, cleaned, and put in fresh clothes, I had the resposibility to clean up the stair mess. I offered the job to Ashleigh when she came to pick up the girls, but for some reason she declined. Armed with carpet cleaner, wipes, paper towels, Clorox Anywhere spray, and some washclothes, I went to attack that carpeted mess. It was messy, but it had to be done.
Wait, what's that you say? You want photo evidence to prove that I am not making this up?
See? I'm not lying. Now, it doesn't look that bad, but can I remind you that it is poop? Anything with poop is bad. I think the worst part was that it was just about on every step. Not just one big glob in the center of the living room or anything. Nope. Every step.
(I also have to give a shout out to my SIL who just wrote a post about diapers. Just saying, Corie, she was currently in Pampers and you see what happened. This never happened in my good ol'-trusty-off-brand-Target Up and Ups! :) Does it make you feel good that I was thinking of you when all this occured?)
You know that scene in Baby Mama where Kate's (Tina Fey) sister stops her kid running out the door to inspect what is on his hands? "Is this poop, or chocolate?" she asks. (She then licks his hand). "It's chocolate....!" And sends him on his merry way. Kate responds, "What if that had been poop?!?!"
Today, I had a similiar instance. And mine wasn't chocolate.
It was the end of school; the girls where writing down their homework and James was playing on his art easel. I don't remember what Clara was doing, but I was picking up toys and such from the day. As I get closer to the stairs, I notice that there are these small, brown circles on the back of each step, starting at the top of the staircase going all the way down to the basement. Now, you've probably already guessed correctly as to what those little spots were- I, however- took longer. I stop to look at them, and think, "Did James track mud in from when he was outside? Did Clara get into some chocolate and smear it on the steps as she came down?" The answers to those questions were no. I touch it (mistake), and.... yessiree, it's poop. All down my stairs. I quickly find Clara to see that her back is covered in poop from her diaper on up. She has recently mastered the skill of going down the stairs on her bottom, sliding down step by step. Today she mastered it with poop overflowing from her pants. Fan.tas.tic.
Needless to say, it was quite the ordeal the clean up. Once my baby was stripped, cleaned, and put in fresh clothes, I had the resposibility to clean up the stair mess. I offered the job to Ashleigh when she came to pick up the girls, but for some reason she declined. Armed with carpet cleaner, wipes, paper towels, Clorox Anywhere spray, and some washclothes, I went to attack that carpeted mess. It was messy, but it had to be done.
Wait, what's that you say? You want photo evidence to prove that I am not making this up?
See? I'm not lying. Now, it doesn't look that bad, but can I remind you that it is poop? Anything with poop is bad. I think the worst part was that it was just about on every step. Not just one big glob in the center of the living room or anything. Nope. Every step.
(I also have to give a shout out to my SIL who just wrote a post about diapers. Just saying, Corie, she was currently in Pampers and you see what happened. This never happened in my good ol'-trusty-off-brand-Target Up and Ups! :) Does it make you feel good that I was thinking of you when all this occured?)
5.03.2011
A Thought (plus others)
A friend posted this on Facebook, and I think it's really good and resonates with me.
"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."
--Martin Luther King, Jr.
Two other thoughts:
1. Did anyone see the Obama's interview on Oprah? I was good, and I think it aired at an interesting time.
2. I wonder how they are going to portray this on SNL? Tina Fey (Will you be my best friend?) is hosting, so it should be good!
One other random thought:
1. Do you ever have a dream where you and your husband fight, like really duke it out, and wake up feeling that those events really happened? I had one of those last night, and this morning I had to make sure we were okay. It was pretty unsettling. I feel we were fighting about organization or something...
"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."
--Martin Luther King, Jr.
Two other thoughts:
1. Did anyone see the Obama's interview on Oprah? I was good, and I think it aired at an interesting time.
2. I wonder how they are going to portray this on SNL? Tina Fey (Will you be my best friend?) is hosting, so it should be good!
One other random thought:
1. Do you ever have a dream where you and your husband fight, like really duke it out, and wake up feeling that those events really happened? I had one of those last night, and this morning I had to make sure we were okay. It was pretty unsettling. I feel we were fighting about organization or something...
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