With a two year old who doesn't enjoy the cold (at all) we tend to stay indoors most days in the winter. The past few days the weather has struggled to get above 10 degrees so with the exception of one ballet class and one trip to the art store to get canvases for Phil's kid-inspired-birthday-art project we have been hermits. Hermits who have eaten too many convience foods and perhaps watched too much television. Illness + 9 degree temperatures will do that, but it doesn't make me too happy.
On the bright side, we are no longer sick.
On the brighter side, today is my husbands birthday! We hung ribbon from his office door and when he walked out we heard "what the hell" followed by a chuckle. Kind of exactly the response I was looking for. Today there will be homemade art made by the children, an anticipated delivery from the UPS man bringing a present for Phil, and some Paleo fudge and cake! This weekend we are going to brave the frigid temps and go to Medevil Times to eat with our hands, drink some brews and watch knights fight (per requested by both my knight loving children, and husband..)
Paige also had her first ballet class and it was the sweetest thing. Wyatt and I stayed and watched and the entire 45 minutes he was tapping his foot and beaming at the girls as they spun and twirled by him. Afterwards we popped in the little deli for hot chocolate and talked about whether she wanted to do dance once a week to replace her co-op which ends next week..the answer? A big fat YES!
I love being a momma to these two little stars.
One of my goals for this year is to stop thinking about how to parent, and just do what feels right. If you type in parenting in the book section of Amazon holy shit there's thousands of ways to drive yourself crazy. Hundreds of books telling you how to disipline them, how to feed them, how to love them...when did we need books to parent well? I love reading a good momma-manual as much as the next but when it comes to applying things to my life, I just go with the flow. It means that sometimes I yell and scream and loose it and that's fine. I'm okay with that -- my kids need to see that sometimes their behavior affects me and sometimes I loose it and it's all just one big sloppy crazy festival of w-t-f..the most important part is that AFTER the freak-out I sit them down *mostly Paige* and we talk about it. We talk about being angry, being sad and emotional and than it's done. We move on. We bust out some playdoh and all is well in the house again.
Now I'm off to finish ordering my grocceries. On the menu for this weekend into next week?
Homemade bacon macaroni and cheese
Winter-y ministrone soup with hunks of fresh bread + homemade butter
Shredded chicken soft tacos
Breakfast for dinner (cinnamon french toast + veggie omlettes get in my belly)
I've realized that my kids eat so much. I went to the store on Monday and bought what I thought was a decent haul of yogurts, fruits and veggies, granola bars, applesauce and some dinner-type things. Today everything is gone and everyone's hungry and there's two bagels left and a small hunk of veggie cream cheese. We are going to make paleo fudge (and I'm craving Indian Food although the birthday boy gets his own dinner choices..) but WHAT! For small humans they sure do eat...and eat...and eat...