If any of you are like me you love buying cards. Actually, if your anything like me you have three kids and you used to love buying cards. I remember the good old days when a friend and I would go to Hallmark and spend too much time reading, laughing, picking out cards. It was relaxing. I enjoyed finding those perfect cards to give to people. I enjoyed it so much that I would eagerly try to come up with people whose birthdays or special days were approaching somewhere in the next month.
I think all of the nice spring weather has thrown a wrench on my meal plans… last week we ate hot dogs three times in 5 days… the weather was so stinking gorgeous that we had to grill and all I had in the freezer was hot dogs, so the kids were VERY happy. When my 2 year old sees hot dogs in the fridge she says, “hot dogs daddy make” (Truth is Daddy makes anything that is on the grill, but hot dogs is the meat of choice for the kids) Anyway, here’s to more than just hot dogs!
I started a policy at our house a few months ago which said, “Dessert only on Weekends.” My son is a great policeman on this and will ask throughout the week, “Is it the weekend yet?” If I serve dessert during the week, he often calls me out on it, but always happily partakes. I must confess the last few weeks I have really gone lax on this policy… it was his birthday, or we had company over, or ummm we had leftovers….
I have been singing the praises of oxiclean for some time now. It has gotten poop, tomato sauce, mud, and spit up out of my clothes for years. This Easter I REALLY put it to the test. We were dying eggs with the kids. My two year old had just plopped her egg into the red dye when she tipped the mug to peer into it and check out her handiwork.
I have really enjoyed having people stop by to check out my recipes. I hope you’ll stick around awhile and learn more about the circus life here. It has also been a ton of fun for me to find new recipes to throw into the mix by visiting the other postings on Menu Plan Monday.
Here’s what’s cooking at my place this week!!
Monday: Another MOPS meeting for me which means Daddy and the kiddos are having pancakes again.
If you read my blog post from Sunday you know that getting my laundry washed, dryed, folded, and put away is a big challenge for me. Today I found a way to help speed along that process. Even though my kids have an entire toy room which they can play in, they begged me to let them play in the pack-n-play while I folded laundry. Yes, that is correct, I actually said to my two and four year old, “If you fight or hit each other in there, you will have to come OUT of the pack-n-play.
Last night I got a chocolate craving. I didn’t feel like doing a ton of work to feed this craving so I thought I’d bake some No Bake Cookies. Growing up this was often the cure for a chocolate craving with minimal effort. When I opened my cabinet to get out the sugar I noticed a sticky brown residue on the container.
"Uh-oh" I thought.
Upon further investigation I found molasses covering the entire shelf, the box of aluminum foil, the pancake box, the corn muffin box and still no molasses jar.
bane
(bn) n. **** A source of persistent annoyance or exasperation
When talking about laundry to my husband, I typically describe it as the “bane of my existence.” No matter how hard I try to get it washed, folded, and put away, I typically fall short of accomplishing all 3 of those steps. Most often I get it washed, dried, and dumped on to our guest bed (which my husband now affectionately calls his dresser).
If my geographic area is hit with a EMP, nuclear bomb, or a Katrina like natural disaster, I hope that it does not come at the end of the month. If we are left to fend for ourselves at the end of the month than my family’s future would be bleak, as you can see by this photo taken this morning of my refrigerator. How long can a sack of potatoes, 2 dozen eggs, a jar of spaghetti sauce and some American cheese really last you?
My kids love kidney beans. When I was introducing solids to my first born I was very cautious. I was so afraid he would choke on things that I took it painfully slow. And he really wasn’t interested in meat for awhile. (the joys of chicken nuggets and hot dogs as staples in our diet, didn’t come until his was older) My pediatrician suggested I give him kidney beans. She said they were a great source of protein and they were soft and chewy so I didn’t have to freak out about him choking.