Monday, September 28, 2009
Menu Plan Monday - 9/28
Word of the Day
It's no secret that I've been struggling to blog lately. I can't decide if it's because I feel guilty - knowing that there are a million other things I should be doing, if it's because of OCD issues - wanting to compose that perfect post, or if it's just because I have nothing to say. I don't think it's the latter because - hello - I have cute kids and they are ALWAYS doing funny stuff. Whatever the issue, I'll work it out eventually - in the meantime, enjoy this cute moment with me and my middle child.
Last night I was rocking the closet organization in the boys' bedroom. I can't even remember the last time I had all their clothes in one place, so the sight of ALL of their shirts hanging up was joyous for me. JC's side of the closet was a rainbow of golf shirts and I already had my sights set on which one we'd be wearing the next day.
Fast forward to this morning. Most of the time I pick out what the boys will be wearing, which I know is like, HORRIBLE for their self esteem and mental development and I will probably have to bail someone out of Juvie in a few years and I'll be all, "But your Honor, it's not his FAULT! It's all because I picked out his shirts and now he CAN'T HANDLE LIFE'S RESPONSIBILTIES!!"
But whatever.
It's fall and I'm pushing it with the madras shorts, but I really want to get as much use out of them as I can. So, this morning I had the cute shorts all picked out and ready and brought out my FAVORITE bright yellow golf shirt to go with it. My little bug came bouncing into the room to get dressed. His eyes locked in to the bright sunshine-y shirt and he said...
"Nooooooooo!!! Nooooooooo!
Thinking that he had repressed some horrible memory in which he was wearing Happiness Yellow, I said, "What? What's wrong?!"
"Noooooo! Not that one!!!" "Too Buppony!!!"
Apparently, his older brother has shared with him his hatred for collared shirts with buttons (which is a JOY on Sunday mornings).
Somehow I am going to have break them of this because the Blackwelder budget isn't going to provide my children with a new, bupponless wardrobe.
Today's challenge: Use the word buppon in a sentence today - preferably with someone important and judgmental - like your boss or mother-in-law.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Menu Plan Monday - 9/21
I've gone through cycles in my
With Big Brother, though, he's showing signs of borderline ADD, but we are NOT GOING THERE. When our life is in a good, steady routine, he shows vast improvement in concentration, so that's what we're doing. Down to letting him help me plan the menu for the week. It's UNBELIEVABLE how much easier our days go when he knows that the menu is posted and unchangeable AND that he had a say in it. Because of course we all know that even if I had chosen the exact same menu FOR him, it would all but suck.
So, here is our week in food. I do this with great motivation from OrgJunkie.
Sunday
Breakfast - Nothing special due to the swine flu recovery
Lunch - Leftovers, Mashed Potatoes for JJ
Supper- Chicken and Stuffing Casserole, Steamed Broccoli
Monday - Cub Scouts cancelled tonight
Breakfast - Honey Nut Cheerios, Turkey Sausage links
Lunch - Leftover Chicken and Stuffing, Mandarin oranges
Supper - Chicken Noodle Soup, Grilled Cheese
Tuesday - Bug Soccer Practice
Breakfast - Banana Bread
Lunch - Chicken Fingers, Apple Slices
Supper - Crockpot Ribs, Corn on the Cob, Baked Beans
Wednesday - Church night
Breakfast - Whole Wheat Waffles, Turkey Sausage links
Lunch - Leftover Ribs, Tossed Salad (lettuce, bacon, cheese, ranch)
Supper - CHURCH
Thursday - JJ Soccer practice
Breakfast - Boiled Egg, Bacon
Lunch - Spaghettios (don't judge), Gogurt
Supper - Crockpot Beef Stew, Brown Rice, Whole wheat rolls*
Friday - JJ Soccer development
Breakfast - Cheerios and Bananas
Lunch - Roast Beef Sandwich, Strawberries, Surprise Friday Dessert
Supper - Drive thru Zoes. I don't cook on Friday nights. Learn it now.
Saturday - Soccerpalooza - JJ's Game, Bug's Game, Daddy's Game**
Breakfast - Daddy's Pancakes
Lunch - Something quick in the car on the way to PC
Supper - Alumni Game Cookout
*True Confessions - I flat out LOST IT today at Publix when the manager broke the news to me that Pillsbury no longer made their frozen whole wheat rolls. I mean, I was PISSED. (note to self: up the meds)
**Daddy's Game shall be defined as a moment in time, occurring once a year, in which old, balding men make a pilgrimage back to the hallowed grounds of their youth and participate in the sucking of wind as they play soccer against each other and, with great merriment tell the same stories they tell every. single. year.