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Friday fill-ins

21 May

And…here we go!

1. My son playing in his bedroom never fails to make me smile.  He battles bad guys, sings to his animals and takes a nightly inventory of his toys.

2. I’m looking forward to our annual family and friends picnic and croquet match in a few weeks in Toledo.

3. OutKast on pandora.com is what I’m listening to right now.

4. Potato salad must have something rotting in it! Ick.  I hate potato salad. Smells and tastes nasty.

5. Crackers was the best thing I ate today.  Actually, it’s the only thing I’ve eaten so far.  Hey — it’s gotta get better from here!

6. You know, though today was the worst day of my life, I learned many things. First, the world looks a lot different when you’re six inches tall and covered with feathers. Second, two heads are definitely not better than one. And finally, you can lay eggs and still feel like a man. — The Tick
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to taking my daughter to granny’s tonight for her sleep-over weekend, tomorrow my plans include photographing a wedding and Sunday, I want to see lots of cool buses at the Michigan VW fest in Ypsi!

Friday fill-ins

7 May

Here we go!

1. Salsa and I refuse to say “chips.” Because it’s so obvious. Oops.  I already said it.  You got me.

2. I really need to get Clue the board game — my daughter would love it.  Plus, I love all the characters names — Mrs. Peacock, Professor Plum, Miss Scarlet and you’ve even got Mustard.

3. By the time I get home my hubby should be back from his business trip from Seattle.  Yay!

4. Luscious fresh fruit is what I look forward to most when grocery shopping. Too bad my stomache isn’t on board with that.  Stupid IBS (irritable bowel syndome for those who really didn’t want to know!).

5. And I was dreaming of eating all that luscious fresh fruit.  With no repercussions.  Did you hear that stomache? Stupid IBS.

6. “If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.” — Dalai Lama …is there anything else better?!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to spending some time with my hubby while babysitting my friend’s kids, tomorrow my plans include getting a massage and Sunday, I want to have a nice Mother’s Day with my family!

I’ve been poisoned!

15 Mar

Sunday night we had a nice family dinner out, came home and put the kids to bed. I was rudely awoken at about 2 in the morning by that unpleasant quease in my stomache. After a dash to the bathroom, I began debating — flu? migraine? do I have a fever? In my half-asleep sick stupor, I had not determined the cause. I laid back down on my bed. I was not feeling much better.

Within 10 minutes, John and I heard unpleasant noises coming from our daughter’s bedroom. As I was now incapacitated, John went into super-dad mode, and took care of bedding, clothing, and a very unhappy 6-year-old.

We’ve been poisoned! Food poisoning, that is.

Upon this realization, and going through our dinner choices quickly, Amelia and I only had one food item in common — ice cream. After a quick Google, I found that ice cream is a major food poisoning culprit — it contains EGGS. Who knew?

Then a second realization — Ryan had ice cream, too. Well, actually, he picked at his ice cream; Mom helped him finish it off because we knew we would be at the restaurant for another hour if we let him finish it on his own.

Between my trips to the bathroom, I waited for the other (third) shoe to fall. Ryan to join our unhappy bunch. But, he never did.

By 2 p. m. in the afternoon, I was alive enough to call the infamous chain restaurant and let them know about their double assassination attempt.
I must say — I was impressed by the manager’s professional manner. He took me very seriously, wanted to know exactly what foods we ate, looked up our receipt, and was filing an incident report. He also said their insurance company would be calling me back this week. I realize that this was probably all “standard procedure” but it was good to know that the procedure existed, and that the manager quickly switched into this “procedure” mode and did not qucstion my sincerity.

Meatloaf, smeatloaf, double beetloaf. I hate meatloaf!

8 Mar

Like most mothers of this age, I’m concerned about childhood obesity. I’m concerned that my kids eat too many snacks, don’t get enough healthy choices, or don’t get enough exercise.

However, I didn’t think I’d end up with a Randy — the kid from A Christmas Story:

Every family has a kid who won’t eat. My kid brother had not eaten voluntarily in over three years.”

I loved this movie since I was a kid, but I always thought this scene was odd — a kid that won’t eat? Really??? They have to EAT!

An odd scene… until I had a kid who won’t eat. Now I have a Randy.

My son has not voluntarily eaten dinner in months. Every night it’s… “How many bites?” “I don’t like it” “I’m done.” “I’m not done!” “I DID eat it!” Every third night he stuffs too much in his mouth — on purpose — and chokes on it. I have that “finger sweep” down. I’ve caught half-chewed food in my hand more times than I would like to count. I’ve smacked my son on the neck/back enough times that the boy doesn’t even react to it.

Now, don’t think that my son is starving; I call him the snack monster. Fruit bars, bananas, milk and raisins — apparently this is the food of the gods. I have restricted his snack intake (no snacks before meals) but this seems to have no affect on mealtime. One evening, he really, really, really wanted these baked Cheetos. We made a deal: you eat everything on your plate, you can have the Cheetos. He even placed the Cheetos right in front of him as motivation. He had a 1/2 cup of pasta, one hot dog, and a 1/4 cup of corn — a preschooler’s DREAM meal. He couldn’t do it; he didn’t even get close. No Cheetos for you, young man.

Well, let’s hope it’s just a phase.