I’d love to be able to tell you that my kids are vegetable chow hounds. I have blog with “vegetables” and “kids” in the tag line after all, shouldn’t it follow that I get to tell tales of my little posse begging for broccoli, beans and beets? Shouldn’t I be writing posts about how easy it is to get your kids to eat fruits and vegetables? I could even use lots of exclamation points!!! I could say “all you have to do is try!!!!”
That’s what some people might like to call “Irony”.
Recipe for an hour of peace and quiet.
Ingredients:
3/4 c Arrowhead Mills Organic popcorn
2 Tbsp butter, melted
1 tsp salt
Barbie: A Fashion Fairytale
Directions:
Pop popcorn in your ancient air popper from the 1980’s, top with melted butter and salt. Insert Barbie DVD into laptop, plop two small children in pajamas (or not) with popped popcorn on the couch. Back slowly out of the room to dash up the stairs with your yoga mat in hand.
Serves one mother an hour and twenty three minutes to do as she pleases at the end of a long day.
Let’s say you were in the mood to give your kids something sweet and sticky for breakfast this holiday weekend. You don’t really care if your family is in on the Celebration of Sugar that everyone partakes in this time of year – but you do care about pesky preservatives and high fructose corn chemicals that come along with all that prepackaged fun.
OK, so how do you let your kids be part of the action without burdening your healthy living conscience?
Well, just make it yourself! That typically proves to be pretty easy, right?
Wrong.
This was one of those “Homeschooling Rocks the (Gingerbread) House!” kind of days.
For the third year in a row, the girls and I hit up the annual Gingerbread House exhibit at The George Eastman House – a local museum that hosts this high fructose architectural extravaganza every year.
Gingerbread days of yore, we’ve come to this event with friends – but this year it was just us three Weeds gals, which meant we were all a bit less overstimulated, not quite so bossy and a lot less screamy to boot.
My camera has seen better days.
And no, taking this picture could not wait even a single second for me to take off my hat or jacket.
Apparently the front cover of my camera lost its lust for life about a month or so ago. It’s barely holding on here. I had to resort to rubber bands, hair ties and super glue to hold it together.
These materials were doing a fine job of getting my camera through its tough time – and I was especially appreciative of the fact that they saved me from the snotty “Lens Error. Restart Camera. (You Jerk.)” message it would give me whenever the lens got caught up in the front cover.
Within the last year or so here, the Mexican restaurant Chipotle has made its way onto our landscape. I do enjoy going to Chipotle and it’s one of the few chain restaurants I patronize.
Of course when I say “patronize”, I mean – to frequent as a customer – not that I treat Chipotle condescendingly or anything.
Oh and when I say “frequent”, this would mean on the occasion when there are no picky children in tow. And as the case may be, this means I get there once a month if I’m lucky.
This spring I had a fellow Stay-At-Home(schooling)-Mom friend propose an idea to me that she called Tribe. Basically, the idea was that we’d pack up our respective broods and head on over to someone’s house one day each week to spend a few hours getting some real work done. Painting, cleaning, cooking, organizing, gardening, yard work – whatever anyone needed to get done, we’d get it done.
…into the leaves, that is. Oh yeah, clocks too.
Now that the last of the leaves are on the ground, I’ll agree to rake.
With a little help, of course.
(And I mean a very little.)
Who needs cardio when there’s yardio? Today’s work out left my yard looking very N.E.A.T. Unfortunately I can’t say the same thing about my hair.
Yard work today was a family affair. Two up front and two in the back.
Earlier this week we met up with some of our unschooling, nature loving friends for a salmon run adventure.
We were the first to arrive,
so we figured out how to keep ourselves entertained as we waited for our friends to join us.
One by one a colorful gang of kids showed up,
and then the creek walking and fish stalking began.
Right around this time every year, the salmon make their way back up the creeks and streams in this area to spawn,
“What the hell are those things?” you’re surely saying out loud right now. I don’t blame you. About a month ago I was saying that exact same thing because I didn’t know either.
Turns out we’ve got a black walnut tree at this here city residence of ours. Right about this time of year, said black walnut tree drops about 643 black walnuts into my tiny back yard. My hyperbolic guesstimative calculations figure that’s about 25 walnuts per square foot of green space.
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