Wednesday, June 25, 2014

A little secret

We picked our very first tomato of the season yesterday.  Unfortunately I let the kids pick it and the plant split in 2.  We've been watching our prize tomato for weeks and I had plans for a really yummy caprese salad...but the kids won again and Princess P ate the whole thing in a matter of seconds.

So here's my little secret to share:  the past 2 weeks I've put plain Greek yogurt on the table instead of sour cream for our Mexican meal...and no one has noticed!  Ha!

Monday, June 23, 2014

Farmers market

Hubs and I have committed a portion of our budget this summer to shopping at our local farmers market.  Our goal each week is to buy eggs and produce there, but will pick up meat if our budget allows.  We've been testing the difference between organic and farm fresh and it's been really interesting to see the difference.  Here are a couple of things I have found really interesting.

1.  Chicken.  Huge lesson learned! When the lady at the farmers market told me the price, I thought she meant total...nope, that was per pound!  Yikes!  I paid 17 stinkin' dollars for a chicken!  Although,  I talked to a friend of mine who raises chickens and she said they normally sell around $20, so apparently I got a good deal.  I think it's crazy, but I suppose that's just because I don't understand what it takes to raise those kind of chickens.  But, $17.00 later, 3 meals and lots of chicken broth later, I can tell you that I could not tell a difference from an organic one at the store.

2. Spinach.  Huge difference in produce from the farmers market!  The spinach we've been buying is so fresh that Princess P will eat it plain out of the bag.

3.  Eggs.  Biggest difference.  We weren't able to make it to the market this weekend, so I picked up some organic eggs from the store.  I made Hubs breakfast this morning and had 2 farm eggs was crazy to see the difference.
Top egg: store bought, organic
Bottom egg: farm

 Farm eggs are bigger, have a richer taste and the yokes are a deep orange.  They usually run $4 a dozen at the market and you can easily spend more than that for organic eggs at the store.

Wondering why my farm eggs is in a mason jar lid?  Hubs loves breakfast sandwiches, so I was attempting to make a circle egg to fit on an english muffin.  It was a good idea in theory, but the egg stuck to the sides and was a flop.  I'll save the time, just order a silicone form from Amazon.

The kicker with eggs is, if we don't get to the market early enough, they run out.  We've considered joining a local co-op, but there's a substantial membership fee.  So we're debating if it's worth it...what do you think?

Friday, June 13, 2014

1st grade....check.

 Princess P had a fabulous 1st grade year.
Now I just have to make summer last for forever, because I am NOT ready for a 2nd grader!!!

Leaving school for the last time as a 1st grader

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Things I can't handle

There are a few things I have a hard time handling as a mother.  Snot is at the top of that list.  Open wounds come in at a close second.  But this week, Princess P has handed me 2 that are high on my list: fevers and loose teeth. 

We were having a lovely evening picking blueberries and eating the world's best strawberry ice cream as a family.  It was a warm evening and we were all sweating, hot and tired from the day.  Princess P was exceptionally quiet on the way home and when Hubs picked her up out of the car, he was shocked to find her on fire.  When fans and ice packs didn't cool her down, I grabbed the motrin and that sinking feeling of mommy guilt set it.  Why didn't I know she wasn't feeling good? How could I traipse her through the farm when she was sick?

She battled a fever for several days, never showing any other signs of sickness.  Even when her temperature spiked, she would only complain that she was thirsty.  I hate how mysterious fevers are.  Yes, I understand they are the bodies way of fighting an infection.  But what kind of infection?  When should I take her to see a doctor?  How often should I alternate tylenol and motrin?  There's so much gray area that it just drives me crazy.  I would much rather her vomit all over the place and I clean up and know she has a stomach bug.  Give her toast and gingerale and we're good.

But the real kicker with kids and sickness is keeping them quarantined.  Why is that siblings are constantly fighting, but can't stand to be apart from each other?  I don't get it.  I guess it's kind of like the forbidden fruit...the second I said, "You cannot be around sissy today" the boys instantly thought it was their mission to get as close as possible to her.

Second kicker of sick kids, is getting them to rest.  Hubs and I remember laying on the couch all day, watching TV as kids.  What happened to our kids?  I even rented a special Barbie movie for the Princess and she couldn't even finish it.  I found myself shouting today "I told you to rest!"  "I should not hear arguing, you aren't supposed to be playing together!!!"  "For the love of all things, just lay down for 10 minutes!".

Positive side to mysterious fevers, she's still had a good appetite.  Down side?  She was eating lunch today and began to ask me a question.  I looked up from my sandwich to find blood flowing out of her mouth.  Praise the Lord I am not pregnant or I would have puked.  Her front tooth is hanging on by a thread and I cannot handle it.  I called Hubs at work in a frenzy.  I told him we had an emergency and he needed to come home pronto.  Keep in mind that there was a real emergency on base today, but I felt it necessary to bother him because that's how much I cannot handle teeth falling out.

Notes to myself:
~ Fevers spike at night, try not to freak out and put her in cool shower
~ Princess P will not drink any flavored drink no matter how many different kinds you try.  Save your money and give her water.
~ Next time duct tape her to the couch and send the boys outside!

Thursday, June 5, 2014

You know you're a mom when...

You may have noticed that I haven't posted preschool stuff for a long time.  We finished the alphabet with our preschool co-op and have been doing worksheets/activities here and there.  But the big news is; Bubby's going to a real preschool next year!  I'll save the why's for another post, but this week we had to take his medical papers to the school to finish up his application.  I've only been to the preschool once and am just getting to know the people there, so I was feeling a little weary as we ventured in to find the office.  I carried Charlie on my hip and Bubby stayed close behind me as we talked to the receptionist and she verified all of his information.  I was loading the boys back into the car when I gasped.
This is what my child looked like the entire time I was holding him:

Apparently the blueberry juice I gave him in the car exploded all over his face, thus making him look like he had measles.
I can only imagine what the preschool people think of me now.

I sat in the car and had a good laugh at myself.
How could I not have noticed his face?!

We headed to the gym from there.  I dropped the boys off at the childwatch and opened my gym bag to get ready for my run:

What?  You don't have spanking spoons in your gym bag?