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Are any of you watching Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution? Wow. That's all I can say.
Over here at "the Tub" we are label readers. Mike is a pro - he does most of the shopping - and has a long list of things to avoid when buying food for our family.
The other day I took the boys to the grocery store mid-week to replenish our fruit supply. Anyway, we decided to try and find some fruit snacks for the boys. Every single box Quinn brought to me had high fructose corn syrup in it. So much so, that he started to find that ingredient himself on the packaging. After awhile, he stopped checking fruit snacks with cartoons on them saying, "I know this will have corn syrup in it, because the Curious George ones and the Nemo ones and all the other ones for kids had it in it." And so he started looking at the more "healthy" looking boxes - all of which had the HFCS in it. We settled on freeze-dried fruit. Not as fun looking... but all that's in a package of freeze-dried bananas and strawberries are, believe it or not, freeze-dried bananas and strawberries (about one banana and 4 strawberries). And it's not as though we manage to keep the HFCS out of everything - our ketchup and relish has it.
I will admit, we are not the best example of the "Best Foods" to eat or feed your family, but I'm proud of the awareness we've taught the kids. We try our best, but at the same time our kids are allowed to eat snacks and desserts - especially when we're out visiting other people.
Quinn's been sick. Honestly, we've all been sick, but today was Quinn's day to feel the worst. After dinner I offered him one of the sugar cookies we made the other day and he turned it down... he said, "No. That's just like candy. That's not going to help me get better. I should have some fruit... maybe an apple with the skin on?" Uh. Okay.
What a weirdo.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Good Day
My day started with a message from Quinn. Written all by himself. Then, we went on a field trip to an Historical Farm with Quinn's school. How neat! We tapped a maple tree, tasted sap, watched the farmer boil the sap over an open fire, tasted real maple syrup (from this farm), and saw some lambs. How much better could it get, really? Of course... there are pictures...
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
My Husband
On Monday night, my husband fixed the drain in the bathtub.
On Tuesday night, my husband fixed the fridge.
On Wednesday night, my husband fixed dinner, but really, he does that most nights.
On Tuesday night, my husband fixed the fridge.
On Wednesday night, my husband fixed dinner, but really, he does that most nights.
Monday, March 08, 2010
Words to Live By
A few weeks ago I read this quote on one of my favorite blogs and absolutely fell in love with it:
“Let everything happen to you – the beauty, the terror. Just keep going, no feeling is final.” ~Rilke
Jennifer, over at Playgroups are No Place for Children, mentioned that she might even tattoo those words onto herself. I love it.
This morning I think I heard a quote I'd be willing to have tattooed on me, if I didn't remember how much it hurts to get a tattoo.
I was talking with a friend at work, just about things... and she told me the story of how on the day she was diagnosed with breast cancer she was on her way home and passed by a water treatment facitility that always has sayings and quotes on a sign in front of the building. The day she was diagnosed with breast cancer that sign read,
"Worry is a misuse of your imagination."
How awesome is that? Oh - and she's been cancer free for years! I don't know how many... I sort of lost count after the first one... but she's doing absolutely great and continues to be an inspiration to me both for my work life and home life.
“Let everything happen to you – the beauty, the terror. Just keep going, no feeling is final.” ~Rilke
Jennifer, over at Playgroups are No Place for Children, mentioned that she might even tattoo those words onto herself. I love it.
This morning I think I heard a quote I'd be willing to have tattooed on me, if I didn't remember how much it hurts to get a tattoo.
I was talking with a friend at work, just about things... and she told me the story of how on the day she was diagnosed with breast cancer she was on her way home and passed by a water treatment facitility that always has sayings and quotes on a sign in front of the building. The day she was diagnosed with breast cancer that sign read,
"Worry is a misuse of your imagination."
How awesome is that? Oh - and she's been cancer free for years! I don't know how many... I sort of lost count after the first one... but she's doing absolutely great and continues to be an inspiration to me both for my work life and home life.
Friday, March 05, 2010
And so it ends....
I walked into work this morning and right into a hallway filled with parents waiting to register their children for my preschool program.
It was beyond flattering to see so many familiar faces, especially after all the BS they've been through to get their children into this preschool program.
Registration started at 8am. People were lined up outside the school as early as 4am. Seriously.
I love it.
Some people didn't want this program anymore. But guess what - the parents do and the parents worked their butts off to make this happen.
And it happened.
Awesome.
It was beyond flattering to see so many familiar faces, especially after all the BS they've been through to get their children into this preschool program.
Registration started at 8am. People were lined up outside the school as early as 4am. Seriously.
I love it.
Some people didn't want this program anymore. But guess what - the parents do and the parents worked their butts off to make this happen.
And it happened.
Awesome.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Almost Over
So this week, this week I have no control over, is almost over.
My mom did stellar in her surgery. She's home now with a sore throat. The tumor appears to be benign, but we'll know for sure in a few weeks.
I totally had a panic attack on my way to my kickboxing class - only because I didn't hear from my sister after my sister actually saw my mom after surgery. Sure, my sister talked to me after the surgery and told me that Mom was in the recovery room and the doctor was pleased with how it went... but still, I guess I needed to hear that my sister had actually seen Mom and talked to her. Anyway, this little panic attack, and the fact that I couldn't get a hold of my sister, caused me to be one of those people that carries their cell phones out of the locker room and upstairs at the gym. I hate those people. At least, I hate that they can't be away from their phone for an hour. But yeah, I was one of them, and at our first break for water during class I checked my phone and had to call my sister back. But let me tell you, I was able to focus so much better in class after talking to my sister.
I called her after class was finished and she was quick to point out that we all have our own addictions. Mine just happens to be working out. Which, if I had to pick an addiction to have, well, this one's not that bad. I remember when I was waiting for our flight to take off for Florida during a Winter Storm Watch, I kept telling Mike, "I just want to go running." I actually did do some yoga poses in the airport while waiting.
In the meantime, I've been watching my friend's 3 month old baby girl. I started this week and will be watching "Baby Rayna" until the end of the school year on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The biggest difference from having your own baby and watching someone else's is this: With my own babies after trying to get them to sleep and learning that really, they just wanted to sleep in my arms, I'd get frustrated. I'd wonder when I could ever lay them down. With this baby I realized I find it flattering that she prefers my arms. And I know, I won't be holding her all night long, all day long, for the rest of my life. Just until 4 o'clock or so. I sort of wish I would have been more flattered that my own babies wanted me to hold them all the time and less frustrated. If my memory serves me, I did enjoy that more with Liam, but with Quinn, my first, I really thought that would never end. I couldn't imagine ever sleeping through the night again. And now I know. This Baby Rayna goes home, we have dinner, play, and I put the boys in their beds and know, that most likely, it'll be quiet in our house until morning. Gosh, I love my sleep. Oh? And also? There's quite a few things I miss about the baby stage, but so far, this babysitting gig has not caused me to want a third child. Not. at. all.
And tomorrow is registration for my preschool program. I call it mine, even though I don't actually own it. Well, I "own" it, but not legally or anything. So, I'm planning on wearing my "K-Prep Rocks" shirt a parent gave me a few years ago. Cheezy, I know, but funny at the same time, right?
My mom did stellar in her surgery. She's home now with a sore throat. The tumor appears to be benign, but we'll know for sure in a few weeks.
I totally had a panic attack on my way to my kickboxing class - only because I didn't hear from my sister after my sister actually saw my mom after surgery. Sure, my sister talked to me after the surgery and told me that Mom was in the recovery room and the doctor was pleased with how it went... but still, I guess I needed to hear that my sister had actually seen Mom and talked to her. Anyway, this little panic attack, and the fact that I couldn't get a hold of my sister, caused me to be one of those people that carries their cell phones out of the locker room and upstairs at the gym. I hate those people. At least, I hate that they can't be away from their phone for an hour. But yeah, I was one of them, and at our first break for water during class I checked my phone and had to call my sister back. But let me tell you, I was able to focus so much better in class after talking to my sister.
I called her after class was finished and she was quick to point out that we all have our own addictions. Mine just happens to be working out. Which, if I had to pick an addiction to have, well, this one's not that bad. I remember when I was waiting for our flight to take off for Florida during a Winter Storm Watch, I kept telling Mike, "I just want to go running." I actually did do some yoga poses in the airport while waiting.
In the meantime, I've been watching my friend's 3 month old baby girl. I started this week and will be watching "Baby Rayna" until the end of the school year on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The biggest difference from having your own baby and watching someone else's is this: With my own babies after trying to get them to sleep and learning that really, they just wanted to sleep in my arms, I'd get frustrated. I'd wonder when I could ever lay them down. With this baby I realized I find it flattering that she prefers my arms. And I know, I won't be holding her all night long, all day long, for the rest of my life. Just until 4 o'clock or so. I sort of wish I would have been more flattered that my own babies wanted me to hold them all the time and less frustrated. If my memory serves me, I did enjoy that more with Liam, but with Quinn, my first, I really thought that would never end. I couldn't imagine ever sleeping through the night again. And now I know. This Baby Rayna goes home, we have dinner, play, and I put the boys in their beds and know, that most likely, it'll be quiet in our house until morning. Gosh, I love my sleep. Oh? And also? There's quite a few things I miss about the baby stage, but so far, this babysitting gig has not caused me to want a third child. Not. at. all.
And tomorrow is registration for my preschool program. I call it mine, even though I don't actually own it. Well, I "own" it, but not legally or anything. So, I'm planning on wearing my "K-Prep Rocks" shirt a parent gave me a few years ago. Cheezy, I know, but funny at the same time, right?
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