Jolly Ranchers and other choking hazards….

I was 12 years old and sitting in the front seat of my moms car. We were sitting at a red light on the corner of Skyline Drive and Palm Ave, in Spring Valley. I was eating a Jolly Rancher. Not just any Jolly Rancher, mind you….but one of those large ones. You know the ones I’m talking about right? They were long and flat….seriously reminded me of a tongue. It was cherry flavored.

I accidentally swallowed it, the whole thing! I started choking. It wasn’t coming out!! My mom freaked. She threw the car in park, ran around to the passengers side and was trying to pull me out of the car. She forgot about my seat belt though. So I’m sitting there, choking…while being pulled on over and over again, but held back by my belt. She just kept doing this, like completely oblivious to the seat belt (my mom did some amazing mom stuff….grace under pressure was not one).

She finally gave up on getting me out of the car and instead started smacking the crap out of my back. This was doing the trick….plus maybe all of the accidental Heimlich moves from the belt. I was able to reach in and pull the candy¬†out.

I remember my mom getting back in the car and though we had a green light, we just sat there….I’m sure all the drivers behind us had a big show, but understood. I remember at some point we laughed, but that was it….never really mentioned again. I think this incident set me up for parenthood.

I have a big fear of choking. Not me choking, but my kids! Just last year I finally stopped cutting my kids grapes in half. This was only done because my father berated me (as only a loving, but very sarcastic dad can do) on social media. So I stopped cutting the grapes…. I mean my kids were 10 and 6, I guess it was good timing. Or maybe I just stopped buying grapes to put in their lunches. Hmmmm.

A standing “rule” in my home is ….no choking allowed. This of course is usually said after someone nearly chokes or swallows wrong. I will look right at them and say, ” Uh Uh, no choking allowed!”

When I leave my oldest kiddo home alone, on super slim occasions…and only for brief moments, he knows he is not allowed to eat. That’s pretty much my only set rule. The other day I left him home, while I was taking my youngest to practice and my husband was still driving home from work. He had asked if he could please finish off the slice of pizza his brother had left sitting there, while we were gone. I was reluctant but knew he was starving (this was directly after school). I gave him advice on what to do…if he choked, he rolled his eyes, and I left.

I texted him 10 minutes later…..

 

Okay, Okay. I know.

I can own it.

I’m THAT crazy mom. But at least I can say it with a smile. ūüôā

Clutter

Anyone else have a “clean it up now” pile, they start for their children?

My kids know if they come home and there is a pile of stuff on the couch for them, that they better get serious real quick on picking stuff up.

Momma is about to blow.

This isn’t a daily set up, I walk around and pick up after my kids all the time. But if I start noticing my day is turning in to only picking up after my family….I start to crack and then flat out refuse.

Because I am me… I can’t just leave it laying around. It will seriously hurt my soul. So my solution is ridiculous. I pick up every single item I find that is out of place and then put it in a completely new spot.

I mean, you are putting in that much effort, why not just put it where it goes?

I think in my delusional mind (admitting a problem is the first step) I have convinced myself that they will get better at it. They will eventually get sick of looking at a “to do” pile. I am raising little future husbands here. I am doing it for their wives.

You’re welcome future daughter in law. You better love me a ton and buy me chocolates often!

The Clogged Toilet Philosophy

The other night our toilet kept backing up. It wasn’t overflowing, but it definitely wasn’t clearing. Upon hearing this, my husband went in to the bathroom and got to work on it.

My youngest was completely curious on what a clogged toilet looked like and how to fix it, so he followed my husband in to the bathroom. He watched as his dad plunged away, with no luck. My littlest then announced, ” Uh oh, that’s it. We need to call a plumber.”

My husband grumbled something as he walked out of the house and to the store. I guess our plunger wasn’t doing its job anymore and it was time to get a new one.

Hubby returns homes and gets back to work on the toilet with the new plunger. My youngest again follows my husband in to the bathroom and after about 30 seconds of watching his daddy work away…..and it was still clogged, he shouts louder, “Uh oh, still not fixed. We definitely need a plumber!” My husband snapped back a bit and said, “No I will fix it.” Then shooed him out of the room.

After about 10 minutes of fussing, I hear a successful flush. The first thing my husband does is call my littlest back in to the bathroom. He then says this, ” When you have a problem of any sort in life, the first thing you need to do is try and fix it. You can’t just run out looking for someone¬†to fix it for you. You need to¬†really try on your own, before seeking out¬†help.”

My littlest kiddo was super impressed that daddy fixed the toilet, but more so I think he may have learned a valuable lesson. “Sometimes you have to deal with the “poop” right in front of you and not rely on someone else to clean up the mess.”

 

Happy St. Patty’s Day

I love St. Patrick’s Day!

My family is Irish, yes….but truly, how can you not love a holiday that circulates around food, drinks and feeling good?!?!

We wear our green with pride around here. Then later in the day we feast on our family tradition of Corned Beef and Cabbage and Irish Soda Bread.

This year I was in the kitchen way longer than anticipated. My husband volunteered my bread for the company party. Since I am stubborn and will only make this bread in our iron skillet…..it took me three¬†hours for three loaves. Maybe next time I will think to just borrow someone else skillet? Probably not.

But I must say, they sure did turn out delicious!

What St Patrick’s Day traditions does your family have?

 

 

The double bag packer

Today is a big day in our home. Our 5th grader is officially going on his first ever field trip, without mommy or daddy as a Chaperone.

I have been blessed to be a work at home/stay at home mom, I know this. It has allowed me to participate in my kids lives and education more than most. It’s also a big reason why I do work from home. I needed to be there, like I have been.

As I packed his lunch in the required brown bag though….I became the mom that I had always silently cursed as a Chaperone. I am¬†the mom who packed two bags. One for drinks and one for his lunch. Doesn’t sound like much, but when you are in charge of carrying a group of kids lunches and you have several kids bringing multiple bags, this gets heavy real quick.

But its going to be hot today….

also he gets dehydrated fast….

we need to drink at least 8 glasses of water a day,what’s 24 little ounces for the trip……

I’m a worrier and over-thinker <——————— ding ding ding ding!

I rationalize it as this. Because I have chaperoned at each of my kids every field trip (or the hubby has), I know MY packed water has become my child’s, repeatedly.

So it’s here, right here. I’m sorry other mommas and dads. I’m sorry for the years and years of hating you as my back ached! It took me awhile, but I NOW understand! Please accept my heartfelt apology!

 

 

No such thing as a happy pill, nothing happy about pills!!

This new life of supplements, is a true test of what I am willing to do to feel better.

I HATE (yep, a rare moment that I am allowed to use this word) pills, medication, supplements, etc. I avoid taking stuff like this at all costs. I don’t care how much you tell me I won’t taste anything, I do. Man, I remember those gigantic horse pills (multi-vitamins) I had to take during pregnancy. I swear it is part of the reason I will not be having any more kids!

I had to take 6 supplements this morning….6! I had to swallow them down with a drink that tastes like black licorice and kind of looks like watery diarrhea (hell yeah, to the visual). I gag every single morning. Worse part about it, is this is JUST the morning supplements. I am taking 13 a day right now. Yuck.

I have always been awful at taking my “medicine.”

When I was away at college, my family sold our home that we had lived in for 12 years. In the process of cleaning stuff out, my dad moved my waterbed (which mind you had been put in its place when I was about ¬†8…. that bed stayed in one spot for 10 years).

So when my dad removed the bed, he discovered my deep dark secret. Years and years of having a headache, or a cold, or the flu….whatever. They would bring me a glass of water with my medication. I would put it in my mouth, drink the water and when they left the room, I would pull the pill out of my mouth and slip it down the crack behind my bed. Dad said there were hundreds of pills down there.

Is this something others deal with, or just me and my neurotic self? How do I trick my mind in to just dealing with it? Believe me, I am aware the more I think about it, the worse it is. When I think about it, I gag just to gag and a whole cycle of gagging begins and people….I truly don’t want to gag!

Help!!!

 

Tea Party

Last week out of the blue, the boys had asked me for tea cups and saucers. The idea was to go outside and have a tea party.

So I searched in my garage for an old party decoration box full of stuff just like this and found them some.

I love my boys, but the second they said outside, they were not going to be using my nice china.

Snafu, it started raining the second we got everything together….so tea inside it was.

They sat down at our dining room table with their gear (tea, cookies, a stuffed animal mouse and music).

I don’t know why I was shocked that this wasn’t a sweet little tea party. It was Mad Hatter style! Full of silly conversations, blaring music (“A Very Merry Unbirthday” on repeat), talks about broken clocks, white rabbits and some chick named Alice.

Be still my heart. Please stay little!

Cookies

I have two boys who both have birthdays within a week of each other, in February. I have so far been very successful on great combo parties (this is to cut down on the whole entire month becoming one big party). But this time around both boys class parties happen to lie with in a day of each other.

The kids decided on homemade cookies this year for class. My oldest picked his favorite, the classic peanut butter kiss cookie. Easy peasy. It has like 5 ingredients. Awesome.

But my youngest…this kid. He decided he loves brownies soooo much, but still wanted cookies. His mischievous plan was for¬†momma to make¬†chocolate chip cookies with brownies stuffed inside.

Sure sure kid….but you guys…… he talked me in to it.

It wasn’t the hardest thing I have ever made, but it was much more time consuming than I thought. The outcome though was pretty freaking glorious! The cookie itself was soft and yummy, but when you got to that brownie……..sooooooo good!!!

Anyways, I wanted to share the link for these cookies. Though I am the Queen of recipe alterations, the only thing I changed on this, was more chocolate chips. I always add chocolate chips to my brownie mix.

Click here for the Chocolate Chip Cookies Stuffed with Brownies Recipe