New Inspiration

So, I used to cook. Well, I mean, I used to like to cook. I still do, I have simply found that since my children won't eat "real" food (and by real, I mean anything that isn't finger food, or dipped in syrup), cooking holds a little less appeal for me. Making two separate dinners for grown-ups and kids is not my idea of a good time. Now, I'm sure there are people who are thinking (Andrew probably included), "Why are you making the kids separate food? You put the food in front of them and if they are hungry enough they will eat it. You've done this to yourself by caving and giving them kid food in the first place..." blah, blah, blah. Until you've walked a mile with my kids...please don't judge. I personally cannot take the whine and meltdowns that come with them being hungry, so I feed them what they will eat, try to get a little nutrition in them, and cope, recognizing that there was much I would not eat as a child, and I have come to love all of it. But I digress...

So, you can only make scrambled eggs, pancakes, french toast, pasta, chicken nuggets, and peanut butter and honey sandwiches so many times before you lose all sense of what tastes good and what you like to cook. But I have been inspired...

I have several friends who write food blogs, and after reading a couple of them (particularly Mindika's Moments - can't wait to try the rainbow cupcakes, and Chemistry Cooking - thanks, Amy, for the SuperCook link), I have again felt inspired to cook. Not sure how it will go, but so far two bites of broccoli (covered in homemade cheese sauce) made it into Liam's body (not happily, of course, but it's a start, right?). And maybe I can rediscover my love of cooking and rejuvenate my relationship with food. Let's hope.

Thinking about it...

(It's just a ponytail, by the way...)

A Wicked Good Time

Last Saturday Andrew and I went to see Wicked at the Paramount Theater with some friends. We went out to dinner before hand and then walked over to the theater (or should I say "jogged", practically). It was such a fun evening and I am so grateful to our babysitter that night who succeeded in getting the kids to sleep - yea, Melissa!

Before we left for dinner, Andrew went to go run an errand for me and when he returned, he said he had a surprise for me. Flowers and a Wizard of Oz themed journal, in honor of our night out. So sweet! You're the best, hon!

Loved the show, again! Andrew suffered through it for me (although I did see him laugh out loud a couple of times...I'm on to you, babe). So, although it was very much a "girl musical", I think he enjoyed it for the most part. :)

And Speaking of Caleb...

So, I always tell the boys not to throw stuff all over the floor. And I am forever telling Caleb that he shouldn't step, or stand, on everything that's on the floor...the DVD cases, books, toys, etc. "Things will break and be gone forever, or you might slip and hurt yourself," I say. "Always better the step on solid ground, Caleb." (I'm sure there's a gospel parallel here somewhere, but I digress...) Does he listen? Of course not. He's two.

So, they were playing in their room the other day, and when I went upstairs, they had strewn pretty much everything around their room, including Liam's super-slippery sleeping bag (you know the kind), which happened to be laying on top of a slick-covered board book. Caleb was throwing the ball, jumping around, landing and running over everything on the floor, naturally. Up goes the ball, up goes Caleb after it, down comes Caleb on to the sleeping bag/book death trap, out fly Caleb's feet and down comes his face on the edge of the window seat in their room. *sigh* Screaming ensues, and when he stands up his cheek bone is already purple and swollen. Poor guy. The cautious and sometimes slightly accusatory looks that I have gotten in various public places (particularly when the children are throwing a fit and making scenes in public) have been an absolutely delightful after effect of the whole traumatic experience.

The best part is that he only cried for a minute or two, and then jumped up and started throwing the ball again. My little tank. :) The sad face he put on today while I took the picture makes him look even more pitiful...

In other boys misbehaving news...today Liam went into a timeout and was in his room for some time...quietly...uh oh. When I went up to have a mom-boy heart-to-heart (ha ha), I was greeted by the following (the explanation of which was that he wanted to color a picture for me...on his arm). Good thing I buy washable markers. :)

Bad Mommy

Well, bad mommy let Caleb's birthday come and go without so much as a post. Sorry, K-Bob. :( So! Caleb turned 2 last Monday (the 7th), and we celebrated on Sunday night with Chocolate Cake and ice cream. As soon as he blew out the candles, he started licking the cake (before it was cut). The boys love chocolate as much as their dad. :)

He is currently displaying all of the classic 2-year-old behaviors: Obstinance, arguing with everything, "No", asserting the opposite of ANYTHING you say, "mine", etc.

He is also displaying some delightful things that are adorable and loveable and (somewhat!) make up for the terrible twos. My personal favorite is that he has taken to calling me "my pretty mommy". And telling me I'm "like a princess" anytime I am wearing makeup or a skirt or dress. (Of course, he also says he's "like a princess" anytime he holds a towel, or cloth or anything the looks like it could be a skirt, in front of him). Love him!

The Work Of An Afternoon...

Okay, so maybe a couple of afternoons...and mornings...and evenings... anyway, the point is that after two long days, we finished it. Go team Griffard! The boys are super excited, and they even managed to stay out of the way (for the most part, ha ha) while we were working on it. I, for one, am very proud of us, if I do say so myself. :)

Now if I could just get going on those darn Halloween costumes... :)