*Please note I am not being compensated for sharing my opinion in this post (would be nice, but considering the company has no clue I'm doing this I doubt that would happen).*
Yesterday while grocery shopping with my kiddos (yes, on my birthday.) I tell you, momma never gets a day off! Anyway, I had a few things on my list, including Ore-Ida frozen potatoes, of which I had coupons for (of course!). As I scanned the frozen food aisle, I spotted a blue bag of Ore-Ida potatoes (random, since usually their bags are red), and they were Alphabet Tater Tots. How fun, I thought! (And educational, the teacher in me said), as I scooped up two bags (for 50 cents each, by the way) and plopped them in my cart.
Well, we had them with dinner tonight and they were in fact fun! Charlotte shared words which started with the letters as she ate them. She also made words (oat and coat were 2 of them). Elijah pointed out letters (he knows the letter B!) And lots of eating and smiling took place as we all crunched on them. (seriously, they were the best, most crunchy tater tots I ever had!) So, if you are looking for a way to make dinner a little more fun (and educational), grab yourself a bag or two of the Alphabet Tater Tots.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
My Kids DO the Darndest Things
Elijah just put a glue stick on his lips, thinking it was lip gloss. It was open in his hand, which was the first clue, but then I looked at his lips and they were purple. Thank goodness for colored glue sticks.
Friday, September 17, 2010
My Kids Say the Darndest Things
As I was doing Charlotte's hair today, Elijah wanted his hair done too. He kept saying "ponytail, ponytail." I did his hair but in a faux-hawk. He continued saying, "ponytail, ponytail." So I told him "I did your hair. You got a faux-hawk." He continued requesting ponytails, and Charlotte then said, "Boys don't get ponytails, they get faux-hawks."
I was dressing Caleb into a two piece outfit, of which both pieces had a giraffe on them. Charlotte asked, "Why does he have 2 giraffes?" And I responded, "Because they go together." To which she responded, "Is it a puzzle?"
Last week we were going to go apple picking, but there was a threat of rain. As we were discussing this with Charlotte we said, "If it does rain, we'll have to come up with another plan." And Charlotte then piped up, "We'll bring umbrellas!"
I was dressing Caleb into a two piece outfit, of which both pieces had a giraffe on them. Charlotte asked, "Why does he have 2 giraffes?" And I responded, "Because they go together." To which she responded, "Is it a puzzle?"
Last week we were going to go apple picking, but there was a threat of rain. As we were discussing this with Charlotte we said, "If it does rain, we'll have to come up with another plan." And Charlotte then piped up, "We'll bring umbrellas!"
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Coincidental Misfortune
It was coincidental misfortune the time I was pooped on by a bird at the exact moment that I was telling coworkers that I hated birds because I had been pooped on by a pigeon previously.
It was coincidental misfortune the time Greg and I hit a deer while driving home from Minnesota late one night about 30 minutes after asking Greg if he had ever hit an animal while driving (which was no, up until that night!)
"I really don't like bananas," I said to Greg as I was chomping on a banana this morning on our way to the 5K I was running in.
So, after I completed the 5K, bananas were the first food items the volunteers handed out. I grabbed one, and then proceeded to open it and took my first bite, probably because it was so convenient to just open up and eat, rather than dealing with the wrapper from the granola bar, as my hands were full with a cup of Gatorade, a bottle of water, and the banana. I had my finisher photo taken, was on a runner's high, and anxious to find my family in the bustling post-race area. I bit down onto my 2nd bite on banana at which point, I feel a crunch and a sting. I thus spit out banana to find a huge bee on it! And yes, my first thought was an expletive. So, for a split second I think about finding Greg and the kids, but then decide to find medical and get there ASAP because I didn't know how I was going to react, especially in the oral area. I find the medical tent and walk in, which is just strange anyway, because most people after running a race need medical for very obvious external needs like dehydration or bodily injuries. I explained what happened with much embarrassment and close to tears because I was so embarrassed by it. I mean who doesn't look at their food before eating it?!? The paramedics at first didn't know how to treat me. I heard them saying, what do we do for a bee sting? Have you ever treated one before? I got the first questions-Do you feel shortness of breath? Is your airway closing? The answer to both being no. The doctor came over and recommended that I go to the hospital. Because I was stung in my mouth, the fear was that I would swell up and be unable to breathe, and they did not have the means to stop it if that did happen. At the hospital they would. I, of course, wanted to be safe than sorry, but I still wasn't convinced that would be the best thing. I hadn't connected with Greg and I did not swell up immediately. They kept me in the medical tent, with the doctor telling me that swelling could happen well after the fact. And as I was there the underside of my tongue did in fact swell a bit, they gave me Benadryl, and I was able to connect with Greg on one of the paramedic's cell phones. At this point, multiple personnel were encouraging the hospital for observation, so then we were off, in an ambulance to University of Chicago Hospital. Much waiting ensued during which time the swelling in my mouth decreased. I was seen by a doctor 2 hours after my arrival, who then gave the all clear for me to go home, not needing to wait the 3 or 4 more hours for the Benadryl to wear off, but giving me a prescription for Benadryl in case the swelling did go up again. So, what should have been a short run with good family time at home afterward turned into a very long ordeal at a hospital because of eating a food I don't even like, but apparently the bee did.
One of the paramedics/nurse at the medical tent was filling out my paperwork and asked if I saw the bee (and this after I explained what happened). Seriously?!? "Umm," I said, "If I had seen the bee I wouldn't have put the banana in my mouth."
It was coincidental misfortune the time Greg and I hit a deer while driving home from Minnesota late one night about 30 minutes after asking Greg if he had ever hit an animal while driving (which was no, up until that night!)
"I really don't like bananas," I said to Greg as I was chomping on a banana this morning on our way to the 5K I was running in.
So, after I completed the 5K, bananas were the first food items the volunteers handed out. I grabbed one, and then proceeded to open it and took my first bite, probably because it was so convenient to just open up and eat, rather than dealing with the wrapper from the granola bar, as my hands were full with a cup of Gatorade, a bottle of water, and the banana. I had my finisher photo taken, was on a runner's high, and anxious to find my family in the bustling post-race area. I bit down onto my 2nd bite on banana at which point, I feel a crunch and a sting. I thus spit out banana to find a huge bee on it! And yes, my first thought was an expletive. So, for a split second I think about finding Greg and the kids, but then decide to find medical and get there ASAP because I didn't know how I was going to react, especially in the oral area. I find the medical tent and walk in, which is just strange anyway, because most people after running a race need medical for very obvious external needs like dehydration or bodily injuries. I explained what happened with much embarrassment and close to tears because I was so embarrassed by it. I mean who doesn't look at their food before eating it?!? The paramedics at first didn't know how to treat me. I heard them saying, what do we do for a bee sting? Have you ever treated one before? I got the first questions-Do you feel shortness of breath? Is your airway closing? The answer to both being no. The doctor came over and recommended that I go to the hospital. Because I was stung in my mouth, the fear was that I would swell up and be unable to breathe, and they did not have the means to stop it if that did happen. At the hospital they would. I, of course, wanted to be safe than sorry, but I still wasn't convinced that would be the best thing. I hadn't connected with Greg and I did not swell up immediately. They kept me in the medical tent, with the doctor telling me that swelling could happen well after the fact. And as I was there the underside of my tongue did in fact swell a bit, they gave me Benadryl, and I was able to connect with Greg on one of the paramedic's cell phones. At this point, multiple personnel were encouraging the hospital for observation, so then we were off, in an ambulance to University of Chicago Hospital. Much waiting ensued during which time the swelling in my mouth decreased. I was seen by a doctor 2 hours after my arrival, who then gave the all clear for me to go home, not needing to wait the 3 or 4 more hours for the Benadryl to wear off, but giving me a prescription for Benadryl in case the swelling did go up again. So, what should have been a short run with good family time at home afterward turned into a very long ordeal at a hospital because of eating a food I don't even like, but apparently the bee did.
One of the paramedics/nurse at the medical tent was filling out my paperwork and asked if I saw the bee (and this after I explained what happened). Seriously?!? "Umm," I said, "If I had seen the bee I wouldn't have put the banana in my mouth."
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Kids Say the Darndest Things
Each week, I am going to compile the funny things my kids say and then post them on my blog with this title.
Caleb had been crying in the swing while I went to go get duct tape (not to stop his crying by the way), but to fix a board game box and when I returned, Charlotte said, "Caleb's a tent now." What she really meant is Caleb's content now.
I was helping Charlotte with something and she was telling me something that made complete sense, but I obviously can't remember at the moment what it was, but I did say, "I can't argue with that," to which Charlotte said, "But mom, I'm not arguing with you!"
Caleb had been crying in the swing while I went to go get duct tape (not to stop his crying by the way), but to fix a board game box and when I returned, Charlotte said, "Caleb's a tent now." What she really meant is Caleb's content now.
I was helping Charlotte with something and she was telling me something that made complete sense, but I obviously can't remember at the moment what it was, but I did say, "I can't argue with that," to which Charlotte said, "But mom, I'm not arguing with you!"
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Really, did I hear that correctly?
I just walked into the family room where Caleb was laying on the floor previously asleep and Charlotte was sitting on the couch eating my oranges. I go straight to the swing to look for Caleb's pacifier and Charlotte says, "He's right there!" as she points down to Caleb in the middle of the family room where I had laid him not even 5 minutes prior! I know I've had mommy moments of forgetfulness before, but I don't think I would have forgotten where I put Caleb, never mind the fact I had to step over him to get to the swing!
I'm Back
Here is the first post as a mommy of three! Contrary to popular belief I didn't neglect my blog because of being too busy or adjusting to life with 3, it was just that I was not very motivated to continue it. I was convinced I only had 2 readers (Kimberly and Kim). However, that all changed today, when I got a card from a dear friend in California who said she's been checking my blog! So, for her, and my other friends who live far away, I resume the blog!
Now, with the restarting of my blog, please know that I am extrinsically motivated, so please comment and let me know you are reading. Because to be honest, I hate blogging. I feel like my words are never witty enough and my pictures aren't sharp or clear enough (and that's when I do get pics up, since I hate uploading pics onto our super slow computer.) So, we'll see how this goes!
Now, with the restarting of my blog, please know that I am extrinsically motivated, so please comment and let me know you are reading. Because to be honest, I hate blogging. I feel like my words are never witty enough and my pictures aren't sharp or clear enough (and that's when I do get pics up, since I hate uploading pics onto our super slow computer.) So, we'll see how this goes!
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