I have a very weird kid. He loves mac and cheese one day, and the next he can't take it. He is totally into spaghetti one second and the next all he wants is McDonalds. This is my life.
I have, however, figured out a really good recipe that he loves, all the time. He won't eat Sloppy Joe's, but this he will eat...
I call this recipe SLOPPY GAVIN'S... {A tribute to my oldest son}
{a plus: this recipe is gluten free!!}
INGREDIENTS:
pound or so of ground beef
one can of Kroger brand sloppy joe sauce
nacho chips {if you're going gluten free, Kroger brand is safe}
shredded cheese of your choice {we are in love with cheddar-jack}
toppings you love on nachos, such as sour cream, tomatoes, etc}
Brown ground beef. Drain. Add sloppy joe sauce. Simmer. Preheat oven to about 400. Spread out nachos on a cookie sheet, top with beef and cheese. Bake in oven long enough for cheese to melt. Add other toppings and enjoy!
Feel free to rename this recipe for your kids. :) Gavin LOVES that he gets to eat something that has his name in it!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Party for a One Year Old
Well, my world got a lot more sad... My youngest son turned one year old 8/10/08. This is so sad for me, because time is just passing by too fast.
We had a birthday party for him on Saturday. The party was fun, the kids really enjoyed themselves. We had a carnival theme; there was a kissing booth {where the kids had to guess how many hershey kisses were in containers}, a fortune telling booth {where the kids got their fortunes from a cookie}, and games. We had a clothes pin drop, and a duck hunt... Every kid got to go home with everyone's favorite carnival prize: a gold fish. We had three left over when all was said and done; our Ciclids ate very well that night!
So, alas, my baby is a year older. And December is creeping up here as fast as McQueen in the Piston Cup... My oldest will be 4 that month...
Isn't there some kind of magic spell to make them stop growing, yet stay healthy and normal???
We had a birthday party for him on Saturday. The party was fun, the kids really enjoyed themselves. We had a carnival theme; there was a kissing booth {where the kids had to guess how many hershey kisses were in containers}, a fortune telling booth {where the kids got their fortunes from a cookie}, and games. We had a clothes pin drop, and a duck hunt... Every kid got to go home with everyone's favorite carnival prize: a gold fish. We had three left over when all was said and done; our Ciclids ate very well that night!
So, alas, my baby is a year older. And December is creeping up here as fast as McQueen in the Piston Cup... My oldest will be 4 that month...
Isn't there some kind of magic spell to make them stop growing, yet stay healthy and normal???
Friday, August 1, 2008
Worries
We live on one of those "divided highways." You know, it's like two streets in one; one side goes east and the other side goes west. Our particular street is currently 
.
Our side of the street, the side that goes west, has been done for about a month and a half now. The other side, going east, was poured about three weeks ago and should be alright for driving on; we drove on ours 2 weeks after pouring. Unfortunately, the construction guys around here are pretty
and things take a lot longer than they should.
Well, last night, me and the family were out in our backyard getting some garage sale signs made for the garage sale I'm currently trying to hold... All of a sudden we hear a loud crash... We rushed out of the backyard to see a Ford F150 dragging the construction barricade and swerve to miss a father and his two younger daughters who were biking in the street {that was CLOSED OFF}... He must have been doing 60 miles an hour, and he sped up to blast though the barricade.
Some neighbors of ours called the police, and we stayed out front with the kids until they came, as we were witnesses. Scary thing is this idiot in the truck didn't even stop. He did 60 all the way down the street till he hit the main road... Our street is only 25mph...
G had fun playing with the girls who were almost hit by that truck, and he seemed to be a welcome distraction for them. Those poor girls were very shook up.
J and I couldn't shake what happened. It made us so mad that someone would be that blatantly careless... All J could keep saying to me the rest of the night was "They could have died. That ass could've killed those girls..."
It's upsetting, and more so when you have kids. The police didn't seem to care. He seemed annoyed that we "bothered" him with that call. They just didn't do anything. I don't think he even cared.
I can't quite help thinking: what if that were J out there riding bikes with G and M? As it was we all {neighbors and all} wished that we could find that guy and give him the beating of his life for almost killing two little innocent girls. J really felt that father's pain...
.Our side of the street, the side that goes west, has been done for about a month and a half now. The other side, going east, was poured about three weeks ago and should be alright for driving on; we drove on ours 2 weeks after pouring. Unfortunately, the construction guys around here are pretty
and things take a lot longer than they should.Well, last night, me and the family were out in our backyard getting some garage sale signs made for the garage sale I'm currently trying to hold... All of a sudden we hear a loud crash... We rushed out of the backyard to see a Ford F150 dragging the construction barricade and swerve to miss a father and his two younger daughters who were biking in the street {that was CLOSED OFF}... He must have been doing 60 miles an hour, and he sped up to blast though the barricade.
Some neighbors of ours called the police, and we stayed out front with the kids until they came, as we were witnesses. Scary thing is this idiot in the truck didn't even stop. He did 60 all the way down the street till he hit the main road... Our street is only 25mph...
G had fun playing with the girls who were almost hit by that truck, and he seemed to be a welcome distraction for them. Those poor girls were very shook up.
J and I couldn't shake what happened. It made us so mad that someone would be that blatantly careless... All J could keep saying to me the rest of the night was "They could have died. That ass could've killed those girls..."
It's upsetting, and more so when you have kids. The police didn't seem to care. He seemed annoyed that we "bothered" him with that call. They just didn't do anything. I don't think he even cared.
I can't quite help thinking: what if that were J out there riding bikes with G and M? As it was we all {neighbors and all} wished that we could find that guy and give him the beating of his life for almost killing two little innocent girls. J really felt that father's pain...
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