Juice cubes
February 24, 2010

My Little Man doesn’t get full juice or full chocolate milk, I’ve always halved it so he doesn’t get all that sugar. All his food was steamed, mashed, chopped and 100% mama made for the first 14 month on his life so he doesn’t have a taste for all that juiced up, preservative soaked, processed stuff anyway. Will he eat an entire Snickers bar if I hand it to him? Sure, he’ll try but he would only get a couple bites in before the amount of sweet is enough.

Bad idea = BK for dinner. Good idea = Taking the HI-C you just ordered and putting the contents into an ice cube tray to enjoy one cube at a time in a glass of filtered water. Save calories for me, save sugar content for him, plus we both get more of that healthy H2O that we all need more of.

I couldn’t decided where to put this, savings money on juice at dezdeals, a cool in the kitchen idea for howdoibowlwater? or here where it was about saving my kid from child hood obesity and healthy living choices. The kid won.

Do you have any awesome ideas you’ve came up with lately?


My son takes over the bed. No really, he does.
January 21, 2010

He is 4, he is barely past my hip tall and he takes over my California Queen. No seriously. I have to pick his nearly 40 lb butt at 3 o’clock in the morning and shove him over to the other side of the bed. What is it with these kids and using their tiny little bodies to take over my beauty rest space?!

For example:

I have all of 24 inches over there to lay down.

I have all of 24 inches on the left there to lay down.

You didn’t believe me did you? You thought, not possible. Oh it is. And now I have photographic proof! Ha!

I’d also like to point out although I do have about 24 inches to lay down with, if I make the slightest movement I ram my head into the corner of my side table. Ask me how I know that? Go ahead, ask me. Annnnnd let us not forget that tiny little foot on the other side of my pillow. If it’s not a head knock from the side table, it’s that tiny little foot. Awesome.

With that, I bid you goodnight.

It takes a tribe…
October 29, 2009

…to raise a child. I really do believe that. A lot of people ask how my son is so well adjusted to the custody arrangements my ex-husband and I have, and how smart and well mannered he is. They tell me a story about how their kid screams every time they’re at the grocery store or how they have a horrible habit of spitting on the mirror and rubbing their hands through it. Oh wait that last one was my kid… You see my kid isn’t perfect either. But the compliments I get about him are all true and he is in fact well adjusted, smart and well mannered.

I think the reason why is because he’s picked up things from all of us, his family, all of us have something to give him. He says please and thank you and knows how to politely interrupt when the adults are talking. He tells me I’m beautiful even when I haven’t put my make-up on. He doesn’t scream, yell or kick when we are out in public, he’s just a good kid. So long as he has his nap mind you, he is still a four year old (in December-eeek!).

Next time someone asks me how I got so lucky I’ll tell them, it takes a tribe.


My little man

I’m so thankful for that little boy, he is the best thing that ever happened to me. I can’t wait to see you in December little man!

October 2, 2009

I cannot spell definitely to save my life. Yes I realize I just did… because I Dictionary.com’d it. What’s your word?

I also realized after receiving a silly email about office kitchen stickies that I’m definitely not the only one who has OCD to this:

Stuck on an office microwave

Stuck on an office microwave

I’m definitely not excited I used 3/4 tank of gas in three days. I had to drive about 30 miles out of my way, everyday, for three days straight. My truck drew a lot of miles this past weekend on them roads.

I’m also definitely not excited that my little boy left for his Daddy’s today for 3 months. 😦 This is getting harder and harder I mean he’s a little person now, a little man. We have conversations about lot’s of things.  He’s like my little Magic 8 Ball, whenever I need a decision made I’ll ask him this or this? I always go with his answer, always. Little things like should we go to Safeway or Fred Meyer first? Should we go home or get some gas? You know the real important decisions. 😉

I’m definitely going to miss him.

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