On writing

I have a very strong desire to write. I have a plan to become a blogging goddess with a book deal that turns into a multimillion dollar movie deal. I am missing a few things:

1. Time. It is 11:30pm. I have been awake since 7am. One baby is awake and nursing as I write this. The todler, who did not nap today, is asleep in bed next to me. I have 2 kids asleep in the next room and my oldest is downstairs on his computer. All of theses individuals need some time from me.  I also like to talk to my husband occasionally. Throw in household chores, 2 dogs, and 2 cats and you can quickly see how I might run out of time for writing.  So yeah…time is a bit of an issue.

2. Plot. I think I have the cutest and smartest group of children that this world has ever seen. My blog is an attempt to prepare the world for the day that they decide to take over, because when they decide to take over there’s nothing stopping the. Unfortunately every mommy blogger in the bolgesphere has the same or the opposite position and they spend tons of time, which they have and I lack, writing about every stage of development and other tidbits from their entertaining lives. I want a different angle…I just haven’t figured out how to write from that angle yet.

3. I’m typing on my phone which is slow and tedious. I’m pretty tired. I forgot 3… I’ll leave the number here in case I remember it later. Here’s a cute baby pic instead…think of it as a placeholder.

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Toddler Tuesday

I have big plans for toddler Tuesdays. I have no time to implement those grand plans so I will console myself by posting pictures of my time thieves. Today we visited the San Antonio Children’s museum, my toddler thought the grocery store was the beat part. He was very careful to select only the best fruits and veggies for his cart, absent from the cart was canned goods(yay for us!), bread, and pasta. They were choices but he declined to spend his imaginary money on them.

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And at the checkout counter.

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Adventure in Costco

It starts with my putting the car in park, looking in the back and realizing that I forgot Hume’s shoes. No problem, I thought, Lilith can carry him. We get out of the car and I give Kyson my Costco card. “This is a big responsibility “ I tell him , “because I can’t get my glasses without this card”. I thought keeping him focused on the card would give him a job for the trip and he would not get bored.  We walk into the store and Lilith puts Hume down, Hume immediately turns around and runs out of the store. I quickly turn around and so does Lilith, we chase Hume out of the store and he runs to the shopping carts. You can’t go to Costco without getting a shopping cart. This makes sense and it will be easier to keep up with him if he is in a basket. I say “Great idea little guy, let’s put you in the basket” . Hume helps us get the basket out of the area, Lilith lifts him to put him into the cart and he starts wailing. “NO! NO BASKET!” Okay…he doesn’t want to ride in the basket, he wants to push the cart. Not a problem, we can still keep up with him if he is pushing it. We turn and walk back into the store and that’s when I realize that Kyson is nowhere to be found. Lilith looks at me and says “Should we go and look for him?” I reply with a no  “he will learn a valuable lesson about paying attention if he wanders around the store for a few minutes thinking that he is lost.” I stand in line to pick up my glasses and quickly realize that Kyson has my Costco card and I cannot get my glasses without it. I stand there, thinking. If I go looking for Kyson I could miss him, better to just stay here and wait until he remembers why we came to Costco and finds the optical department.  A few minutes later Kyson walks around the corner, hands me my Costco card and says, “You guys just disappeared.” I grab the card and say thank you because I figure that’s the safest thing that I can say.

Kyson decides to look at a movie while I get my glasses. Lilith goes with him and Hume follows. Perfect! I can see them watching the movie, but they are not in the way of me getting my glasses. It’s at that precise moment that Hume decides to add a little spice to the morning. He starts to wander away from the other two. I see him leaving and notice that the older kids are busy watching the movie and not watching Hume. I stand up. We make eye contact. He looks at me and makes two small steps away from the other kids. I take a step towards him. It is at this moment that he turns and starts sprinting away. I quickly pick up my speed and hold Sol a bit tighter. I get close enough to talk to Hume and tell him that if he stops running now he will not have to sit in the basket.  He looks at me and starts walking. I suggest that we walk back to the other kids, just as I get close enough to grab his hand he takes off again. Great! Okay so he is sprinting towards a wall of people pushing their shopping carts and I know I am not going to catch him before he makes it to them so I say  “HUME STOP!” He keeps running and starts his ninja basket avoidance maneuvers. I am no ninja so I quickly run into every basket that he dodges. It doesn’t help that Costco is full of angry old people who are giving me dirty looks for having a ninja toddler. Then a miracle happens. A retired ninja grandmother sees Hume coming and uses her cart as a weapon. She quickly blocks the little escape artist. She looks at him, gives him a large smile showing all of her teeth and says “Gotcha!”  I catch up and look at her, she smiles at me and says “You’re gonna need a rope for that one.” I agree, scoop him up and give her a big smile as I walk away and say Thanks. I am now drenched in sweat and carrying two babies back to the optical department because I still have not picked up those glasses. As I get close to the area where Lilith and Kyson are still watching their movie Lilith looks up, sees me and says “How did you get way over there.” I told her that she just missed all of the action and ask her to help me put Hume in the basket, because he IS going in the basket this time whether he likes it or not. We get to the basket, I pass Sol to Lilith and pick Hume up so that I can put him the basket. Hume starts screaming and it’s at this moment that the lady behind the counter informs me that she is ready.  Okay. I do the knee chop on toddler and give her my Costco card because there is no way that I letting this opportunity to get this done pass me by.  The moment that Hume is in the seated position he starts screaming and arching his back to prevent me from fastening the safety belt on the cart. I  hold him down to make sure that he does not jump out of the cart and follow the woman to the area to try on my new glasses. Lillith is walking with us and holding Sol, Hume is screaming in the basket and Kyson is still watching the movie, oblivious to anything that is going on with us. The Costco worker gets my glasses and pulls them out for me…I quickly put them on and say thanks and try to walk away. I don’t care if the glasses fit, I just want to get out of there. She looks at me and says we need to check to see if the glasses fit…FINE! I sit down and it’s in this moment that I hear Lilith say help. Hume has managed to get out of the safety belt and jump out of the basket, onto his sister’s neck. Fortunately she did not drop either baby and I quickly ran to her rescue. I try to  get Hume to let go of his sister’s neck…he refuses and clings for dear life. I struggle mightily and eventually pull him off and check to see if Lilith and Sol are okay. They are. I take Hume, sit down and look at the Costco worker who looks at me and smiles and asks if my glasses fit okay. She then asks if they feel okay around my ears. I say yes, they feel fine can I please go now. She reminds me to always use water when washing my glasses I say thanks “Can I go now. She says yes. Looks at me, looks at the kids and says “Have a great day with the gang.” I smile and walk away, tell Kyson that we are done and sprint to the car as quickly as my little legs can carry me. After everyone is in their car seat, I sit in the driver’s seat for a moment, take a few deep breaths, and laugh. I remember when picking up a pair of glasses was easy.

Yummy Pulled Pork Soup

Caveman pulled pork (So yummy! Best pulled pork that I have ever made)

1 or 2 tablespoons olive oil

1 onion

2 carrots

2 sticks of celery

2 cloves garlic

1 can tomato sauce

bunch of spinach 

cup of corn

 

After cooking pork refrigerate some portion of it with the juices left over from the CrockPot. (My pork sat in the fridge for three days.)

Saute onion in olive oil (over low heat) until the onion is caramelized. This takes about 20 minutes.

Add carrots and celery to the pot and stir well. Saute for about 5 more minutes. Add garlic, tomato sauce and 3 cups of water.

Simmer for about 20 minutes. 

Add pork and all of the pork juices. Let simmer for another 15 minutes, until everything is warm. Add corn and spinach and serve.

 

Kyson added avocado to his. The rest of us consumed this yummy soup with nothing added. It was delish!

Sunday Night Dinner featuring Bacon and Chicken

It’s Tuesday and I have been contemplating this post for two days.  Better, get to writing it out so that I can move on to the next thing.

 

My husband and my oldest son are both traveling around the world right now.  My son is in the Caribbean and my husband is in Colorado.  That leaves the  Littles going it alone with me: Paleo style.  This is very challenging, mostly for my youngest who is only part time Paleo at this point.  I try to make appetizing meals, but when you eliminate sugar and wheat and introduce more veggies, he revolts.  My challenge for myself for the week is to make kid friendly Paleo meals.  Sunday’s dinner was my first try and it was a resounding success.  My very picky 6-year-old ate three helpings.  To me that’s as good as it gets, especially when scrounging around the kitchen looking for dinner.  The recipe:

Chicken Bacon Bake:

2 chicken breasts

4 slices of bacon

¼ onion

Fresh time

Preheat oven to 350F.  Cut chicken breast into small cubes.  Cut bacon into small squares.  Chop onion (I make the onion bits larger so that I can sort them out later because the kids don’t like them but I do).  Mix and place in glass baking dish.  Place fresh thyme on top.  I used enough the top of the chicken bacon mixture.  Cover and bake for 15-20 minutes. Uncover and cook for another 10 minutes or so.

It was Yummy.  Did I mention that my 6 year old had three helpings?  What’s better?  He ate the veggies too!  Green beans my way.  Recipe:

Ingredients:

Green Beans

Butter (I use 4 tablespoons)

Sliced almonds (about ½ cup)

Steam green beans.  Melt butter in saucepan.  Add almonds and cook for approx. 5 minutes, until the almonds are nice, soft, and a little brown.  Place green beans in serving dish and pour almond butter sauce on top.

The almonds make the green beans a bit sweeter and you can never go wrong with butter.  We ate to our heart’s content and then I used the leftovers today for a yummy new dish.  I will post that recipe later

 

A different perspective

An acquaintance of mine at Motherhood and More wrote a post that I want to address. She is referring to MLK day and race issues in this country and she brings out several points that I often write  about. I’ll start with a quote:

How easy would it be, even subconsciously, for “I’m glad I’m white” to gradually morph into “It’s better that I’m white” and eventually to “I’m better because I’m white” if there wasn’t a strong message to counter that?

 

It sounds like a person who really wants to educate their children and overcome the pitfall of racial prejudice. Here’s a question. Is it possible that a black person could feel the same way? “ I am better because I am black.” Well here’s another quote:

But maybe there’s another layer to it that I have – in my white ignorance, perhaps – never considered. If a white child thinks “I’m glad I’m white,” could a black child think, “It sucks that I’m black?”

 

The white kid feels superior while the black kid feels inferior?   Yes I think some black kids come away with the message that black is inferior, but I also think that comes from the reinforcement of that idea that they get from society. The people who look at them and feel pity because they are buying into memes spread through the culture. I could take the same idea and apply it to women…should all women feel inferior because their history is littered with oppression? Should my daughter feel inferior because the 19th Amendment didn’t happen until 1920? I don’t think so.

My point is that if there is a black child who feels inferior the problem likely comes from teaching methods and societal reinforcement. If someone spent 50% of your day telling you that you had to fight for your rights and that you were a slave you might also feel inferior, but the problem with the picture is that the people telling these stories are not telling the whole story. They toss around the idea of the poor black slave, poor kids of black slaves…

This is exactly the sort of crap that pisses me off. The entire focus of the discussion is set up to reinforce negative notions of poor black kids whose ancestors were slaves.

The idea that the black kid would watch Dr. Kings speech and conclude that they do not want to be black, might be true to some extent, but it misses the big picture. There are many, many black people who grew up proud of who they were and where they came from. Kids who grew up in this time period with educated parents who focused on what all Americans at the time focused on; education and equality. These people, including my grandparents, never felt inferior and did not teach their kids the inferiority complex. Their children did not go to public schools and did not learn to the inferiority complex that you mention in your post.  No one talks about this in schools, but as an educator you have more freedom to give your kids the truth.  Give them a real education by providing information about these kids and parents who are forgotten by history because they do not fit the common narrative. Here is my suggestion: Next year instead of watching Dr. King and reinforcing an inaccurate, but mainstream meme, try listening to Extraordinary Ordinary People  and give your kids a gift of real understanding instead of reinforcing an old and tired stereotype that is both inaccurate and offensive.