We’ve been spending a lot of time at my mom’s pool this week.
Which also means we have been doing a lot of BBQ’ing. Well mostly my sister has, and we’ve just been eating it. A few of my plans last week never got made. Such is the risk of meal planning in the summer.
I thought it must be a mistake when I typed out the date for this post.
How can June be almost over? It just begun!
Of course this past week completely disappeared for me.
I was able to by pass most major colds this winter, but come summer time I go and get bronchitis (or pneumonia). After coughing non-stop for four days, I went to the doctor. I decided to skip the x-ray to know what I had for sure, but he said it was one or the other. I think I might be getting better, but I still have this horrendous cough, and I am so exhausted.
I mean, my abdominal muscles are sore, like I have been doing a week of crunches, my coughing was so bad.
So I am not really sure what happened last week, it is just kind of a blur for me. (and I am a little delirious right now, so I am not sure how this post will turn out)
Yes, yes, I know, it’s Tuesday not Monday….I had wanted to put my meal plan out on Sunday night, so it wouldn’t interfere with the Silhouette Challenge post yesterday, but the best laid plans of mice. Right?
Why is dinner time so trying for my children?
Sid is such a little copycat, he does everything his brother does. So when Ian doesn’t stay in his seat at dinner, neither does Sid. Sunday was one of those nights. I got the boys their plates and Ian informed me they wanted to eat outside. So I put the plates down on their little table outside and proceeded to get mine ready.
Twice I had to go out to tell them to sit down. On the benches, not the table. And no, they don’t need to ‘just go get a toy’ or a stick or a ball or a blanket or anything else. I hadn’t even gotten food on my plate by this time. I turn back to the kitchen when I hear that distinct sound of a plastic plate hitting the ground.
Ian had gotten up, again, and Sid decided brother’s identical dinner looked better than his own. So he reached for it, and Ian rushed back to save it and somehow Sid’s plate got knocked to the ground.
Mama lost it, and so did dad. OK. We didn’t really flip out that much, but we did have to raise our voices, to which a very tired Sid responded with loud bawling and refusal to eat at all. After I finally got my dinner plate ready I relented and let Sid sit on my lap, and he still wouldn’t eat, but at least he wasn’t screaming any more. I somehow tricked him into taking a bite and he was hooked after that. But who could resist pulled pork slowly cooked in beer?
Both boys finally ate their dinner, I still had to remind Ian to keep eating, and to stay sitting but we got through it.
This was not taken on Sunday, they just love to eat outside
I Tri and Craft 