In an attempt to save money we have started buying in bulk. Once a month we do a big shop of staples, meat and frankly anything else that will fit in our chest freezer or pantry that we use regularly. I have even started planning meals and generally sticking to the plan.
One problem, I have young kids. Or more specifically, I have Gremlin.
Gremlin has now decided that chicken nuggets, fish fingers, peas and corn are all "Yucky." All previously his favourite foods. Chicken is happy eating just about anything... as long as it is the same thing that Gremlin is eating. Now what am I supposed to do with 80 fish fingers? Now what am I supposed to feed them? I have no idea what the next "favourite" food is going to be.
Gremlin, ever the helpful child, has offered a solution for me. Cookies, cookies would be really yummy for dinner Mummy. I'm sure they would sweetie.
BTW I've been making really yummy cookies lately with this basic recipe then I split up the batch and add different flavours. My favourite flavour so far is peanut butter with extra nuts and chocolate chips.
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Monday, February 13, 2012
Friday, December 16, 2011
Just when I thought it was over...
I feel I can offically call Gremlin toilet trained. He wears undies all day every day including naps. He is even dry at night about a third of the time. Sure, there is the occasional accident, but that seems to be the exception.
But then the move happened.
W@dsy and I were glad, at first, Chicken seemed ready for the move from Baby Room to Toddler Room at day care. She gets along great with the bigger kids and seems to really enjoy the games, songs and craft at the more advanced level. She comes home each day exhausted though, but I kind of expected that.
What I didn't expect was that she would decide that she was now big enough, big enough for toilet training that is. She has started removing her clothing (specifically pants) at random intervals during the day, and last night she removed her nappy and slept. God was good to me this morning, there was no poo. The bed and sheets were soaked, but thankfully no poo.
I discussed this situation with day care, they suggested that the best thing was probably to toilet train her so that at least she knows what is supposed to happen.
I don't think I can cope. It took a year and half of toilet training to get Gremlin toilet trained, and now it appears it's Chicken's turn. I may cry. I will definately pray for a quicker and easier toilet training.
As much as I look forward to a day without nappies, I would also like to have a day when I don't have to clean up "accidents" too.
But then the move happened.
W@dsy and I were glad, at first, Chicken seemed ready for the move from Baby Room to Toddler Room at day care. She gets along great with the bigger kids and seems to really enjoy the games, songs and craft at the more advanced level. She comes home each day exhausted though, but I kind of expected that.
What I didn't expect was that she would decide that she was now big enough, big enough for toilet training that is. She has started removing her clothing (specifically pants) at random intervals during the day, and last night she removed her nappy and slept. God was good to me this morning, there was no poo. The bed and sheets were soaked, but thankfully no poo.
I discussed this situation with day care, they suggested that the best thing was probably to toilet train her so that at least she knows what is supposed to happen.
I don't think I can cope. It took a year and half of toilet training to get Gremlin toilet trained, and now it appears it's Chicken's turn. I may cry. I will definately pray for a quicker and easier toilet training.
As much as I look forward to a day without nappies, I would also like to have a day when I don't have to clean up "accidents" too.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
3 Reasons I Hate Toilet Training
Reason 1. The Walk of Shame
You know what I mean, that shame faced walk up to the nearest shop person. You have to explain your embarassing situation. Your darling child has just peed on their floor. Then you offer to clean it up but they refuse to let you. And you walk slowing away, feeling awful because your terrible skills as a parents made your kid pee out in public.
Reason 2. The Ability but not the Will
Gremlin has just displayed an amazing skill, one that every boy seems to learn early. He can fart on command. he can't manage to tell me he needs to go to the toilet, ever, but he has enough control to FART ON COMMAND!
Reason 3. The Guilt
That knowledge that if you were just home more, if you were more patient, more attenitve, more consistent. you could get that child toilet trained. But you are just too darned busy.
If I keep this up, he'll probably be toilet trained before he goes to uni, what do you think?
You know what I mean, that shame faced walk up to the nearest shop person. You have to explain your embarassing situation. Your darling child has just peed on their floor. Then you offer to clean it up but they refuse to let you. And you walk slowing away, feeling awful because your terrible skills as a parents made your kid pee out in public.
Reason 2. The Ability but not the Will
Gremlin has just displayed an amazing skill, one that every boy seems to learn early. He can fart on command. he can't manage to tell me he needs to go to the toilet, ever, but he has enough control to FART ON COMMAND!
Reason 3. The Guilt
That knowledge that if you were just home more, if you were more patient, more attenitve, more consistent. you could get that child toilet trained. But you are just too darned busy.
If I keep this up, he'll probably be toilet trained before he goes to uni, what do you think?
Friday, August 12, 2011
Frere Jaques
Who ever composed this song deserves to be tortured, for a very, very long time. And by torture I mean listening to Gremlin singing, over and over and over again.
There are probably 6 million songs to this tune, and I'm pretty sure Gremlin knows them all.
You know how parenting and pregnancy magazines tell you to sing to your children, that they love the sound of your voice and that it helps their development blah, blah blah. Well it's all lies. It's just other parents trying to get your brats to sing the same songs their brats sing so that someone else can feel their pain.
I'm so sick of his singing. I love him, I really do, but I really don't care about the whereabouts of "Thumbkin"
There are probably 6 million songs to this tune, and I'm pretty sure Gremlin knows them all.
You know how parenting and pregnancy magazines tell you to sing to your children, that they love the sound of your voice and that it helps their development blah, blah blah. Well it's all lies. It's just other parents trying to get your brats to sing the same songs their brats sing so that someone else can feel their pain.
I'm so sick of his singing. I love him, I really do, but I really don't care about the whereabouts of "Thumbkin"
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