Thursday, April 2, 2015

Small Blessing #258

I am fortunate.  My children aren't nearly as picky eaters as I was. (Though the Big D is going through a not eating the color green unless its a salad stage.) I would have ate cheerios 3 meals a day. I hated pancakes and french toast...and also tacos.

My kids like pancakes.  I wouldn't say they are my favorite,  but I dont hate them. I actually like them with blueberries or chocolate chips. The kids love them plain or with any combination of things I have thrown in. Made from scratch or a mix, with whole wheat flour and honey or white flour and sugar. To them it's all good.

My kids also like french toast. Again plain or with toppings and additions. For the record I also like french toast these days.. .though probably  everyday.

This morning was rough. I stayed up too late reading a book. Then I was up too early with the baby. So I layed like a lump on a log curled up on the couch while my children swore to be dying of starvation and thirst. Finally I stirred and I heard "couldnt we at least have toast? ANYTHING we are soooooo hungry". I looked at the time and was embarrassed at how late it was. So I made french toast.

So quick and easy, yet still has the look of a thoughtful meal. And it struck me. I was such a pain as a child because I didn't like any breakfast meal that was quick and easy. (Aside from cold cereal). I'm sure Mom had the same kind of days I do. Same list of chores and varying amounts of sleep...and she DIDN'T drink coffee! Seriously Mom, how did you childrear without caffeine?

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Signs of Spring

Bear enjoyed getting to be outside in the nice weather.
The jury is still out as to if she enjoyed her big brother "helping" her drive.


  All the kiddos were big fans of seeing the baby chicks.  Now its Springtime.

The boys have been taking turns (and sometimes tag teaming) going with dad to the farm.  My oldest recently watched for the first time a calf being born.  He described it as "a little gross, mostly cool and awesome.  Do you know where baby calves come out Mom? I do....the BUTT!!!!!" 

You can be thankful I didn't share pictures of that.





Music to a Mama's Ear

No Bud...I don't think you look seven.

Big D: If you like my body and you think I'm seven, come on baby let me know! If you think I'm seven, if you think I'm seven let me knooooow.
The Big D likes to sing. He doesn't always have an ear for lyrics though. This coming from a mom who used to belt out "Davy, Davy Crockett, a man who don't know deer".  You know, it might be hereditary.
Big D: I love you too much. With Snails are my witness without you loving me back.
If you have watched the movie The Book of Life lately you might recognize the jingles he has stuck in his head.  If not...well I'm guessing you have at least heard the first one at some point. 

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Substitutions

I have a terrible habit of thinking I have everything I need to make a recipe. Reality tends to not match my line of thinking.  Most things I make are "inspires by the intended recipe"

The Hubby figured this out when he was still the Boyfriend and had automatically started asking "Are you sure you have everything you need? Did you look at the recipe? " by the time he was the Fiance. These days he has just come to accept if he is home before I have started cooking he might get an errand request.

More typically I am googling substitutes. Here is my question:

How many substitutes can you make before it's not the same recipe anymore?

Bonus Question: How many can you plan on making before drawing the line and saying "New Plan"?

Last night we had "inspired by Chicken Cordon Blue casserole" with no ham.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Photo Bomb - Winterish 2015

Merry Christmas

Captains Underpants?





Kiddos crafting.  Winter means lots of indoor time.

Helping Dad clear the driveway and play with the new skidsteer.


New Loot from Christmas.  
Puzzles and Boardgames.



Howdy

Little Miss Mess Maker



Tissues taste delicious


Take a picture of my plane....ok, now take a picture of my silly face...
Tongues are always wagging around this joint.



The 3 Amigos






Crazy and Silly and Nice

The Hubby gave the awake children goodbye hugs before heading out this morning. Bear was in her high hair eating and the Bid D gave an impish smirk and said he wasn't giving a goodbye hug. So Daddy came to both of them and gave them bye-hugs.

I have a quirk about getting the last hug, so he had give me another one before heading out the door. The Hubby had to be ornery, because it's who he is.

Big D: Did Dad just give you a spank?!
Me: Yep, what are we going to do about him? 
Big D: Before we go-ed to the farm last day we asked dad to get us donuts and he said "wait here" 
Me: Did he bring back donuts? 
Big D: Nooo, he only gets us donuts when we go in the grocery store. 
(Duh Mom, drink your coffee and follow along) 
Me: Oh that Dad 
Big D: Yep. He is crazy and silly and nice.

I gotta say, it's actually a fairly accurate description.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

One

Bear is one.

She wishes you all a Happy St Paddy's day and her Mommy hopes she doesn't celebrate it quite as enthusiastically as the years go by as mom did.

She'll always want cupcakes with mint frosting with me forever right?

Happy St Paddy's Day