OK, So We Never DID Have Her 2nd B-Day Party
There. I confessed. Despite sending the birthday invitations and planning the whole thing, we had to cancel. We moved the weekended of her party and between finishing the packing and getting everything into the new place, it was impossible to actually go through with her Music Soiree.
And now, months later as I was looking at the overly cute invites, I find myself feeling very guilty. She deserves a party. I didn’t really have anything special on my birthday as a child. My mom would take my sisters and me to dinner, but my oldest sister had a small case of “Me! Me! Me” and so she had to feel special too. Additionally, my other sister was born the day after me (she was older though) and for some reason that meant that we had to celebrate like twins (and often dress like them). I even got married on my birthday just to give that day some importance.
I want my daughter to have a better life than that. I want her to know that she is special and every year of her life should be celebrated. I want her to know that birthdays’ are fun and they give us something to look forward to: a day that is all about us.
Is it too late to have a party? Her birthday was in April.
TOFUking Awesome Meal
First let me say thank you to every one who has been commenting. I will return the favor as promised.
I have been trying different vegetarian recipes because I am determined to eat healthier. DOTM is not really a fan of Tofu, but I made a dish that made him rethink his former opinion.
I even made some for my child-care provider who is on summer vacation but is still part of the family.
So what are the reviews? Well, hubby said, “I had doubts when I saw the olives, but this, this is TOFUking awesome.”
SWHS picked out all fo the tofu, mushrooms, peas, and carrots and ate them all. She was not a fan of the olives. In her words, “Yummmmmm” about the rest.
And CCP? Well, her family loved it. Her husband, who is not allowed to eat red meat anymore also loved it and told me that I could cook for him anytime.
Here’s the recipe:
Ingredients
1 pkg of Extra Firm Tofu (dried and diced into small cubes)
1 medium onion (chopped)
4 garlic cloves (chopped)
a palm full of fresh basil, parsley, and rosemary (chopped) leave a few leaves for pasta water
1 small package of frozen mixed veggies
2 small cans of black olives
1 can of mushrooms
1 box of mini penne
olive oil (to coat large skillet)
1/2 cup of soy sauce
2 shakes of Maggies seasoning
Instructions:
Boil water in a large pot. Add a few basil leaves to flavor the water.
Saute onions, garlic, herbs in olive oi.
Add Soy sauce and Maggies.
Add Tofu (mix well so that it is coated with previous mixture/ Let cook for 10 minutes toss lightly to coat.
Add other ingredients one at a time and mix.
Cover and let cook for 15… Continue reading
The Importance of Comments
I love blogging for one reason and one reason only: instant responses. I love that I can post an entry and then get tons of responses. Except that it never happens. People don’t comment on my blog. Now granted, my entries aren’t amazing. They tend to be rambling pieces of nonsense, but I would love to have some one actually say that. A simple “MOTR, your writing is boring the crap out of me” may actually kick me into action. It may be just what I need to write the next Great American Novel Post.
So whadayasay? Comment on mine and I’ll comment on yours, mmkay!?
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originally posted on http://www.mombloggersclub.com
How I Learned to Go With My Gut
Originally posted at Minti.com
My daughter is 2 now and every day, while I am putting her to bed for the night, I thank the universe for schedules. I had my daughter in 2006 during my second year teaching in a very high needs school. I was going to graduate school at night and my husband worked the overnight shift. At times, life was very stressful. And while my daughter was a good sleeper from the start (meaning she slept like a normal baby) eventually, we realized that nothing good could last forever. Lo and behold, she began a 7:00 PM witching hour that seemed to last forever.
One night after crying hysterically because she would not sleep, I realized something: iif 7 PM was her witching hour, then she needed to be put to sleep before that. If we never made it to 7, then her witching hour would not exist. It sounded logical, but sometimes, logical is not always right. I put her to bed at 6:45 PM but at 7 she was up and screaming. What the heck is wrong?
Then it suddenly occurred to me that she needed to be in a DEEP sleep at 7. So the next night I put her to bed at 5:45 pm. I had a killer paper to write and she needed to sleep so that I could work. I went out into the living room and started my paper. I looked up at the clock and it was 6:58 PM. I held my breath think that this was the make or break point. At 7:00 PM she stirred a little, but she did not wake up. I stood outside her door for almost an hour and she did budge. I continued this routine for a week thinking that it… Continue reading