Dinner Challenge Night Three

Scott had to (unexpectedly) work late tonight.  I decided that trying to work with raw chicken and a large chef's knife is not the best idea when there is a wild child underfoot.  I can just picture my finger being cut off or me giving us food poisoning; not to mention that Mason most likely wouldn't have eaten what I was going to fix anyway.  I took Mason to his favorite place in the whole world: Subway!  He loves this place so much he asks for it every time we drive by, he was thrilled.

Night Three:

Subway Sandwich

Mason enjoying his supper - he ate the entire 6 inch!

My Sandwich:

Wheat bread

Spinach

Tomatoes

Red Onion

Jalapenos

Cucumber

Regular mustard

Mason's Sandwich:

Wheat bread

Provolone cheese

Ham

Light mayo

Dinner Challenge: Night 2

Last night the tuna casserole was such a success that it barely made it to today! Mason and Scott ate almost the entire pan, piggies that they are.  At least I got a small serving for lunch today.

Night Two:

I decided that after carb filled cheese covered night we had it was time for some veggie action.  Salmon salads! Well mine is a salad, Scott's is questionable.  Mason being the two year old that he is tends to throw things like lettuce and spinach at me if I even place them in front of him so he had a turkey sloppy joe on a whole wheat hamburger bun.  He also had a side of his new favorite food in the world, Cascade Organic Blueberry Yogurt from Henry's.

Spinach Salad with Salmon

Scott's "Salad"

There are veggies in there I promise 

Spinach Salad Ingredients:

Spinach

Salmon, cooked and flaked

Diced Roma tomatoes

Sun dried tomatoes with garlic

Scott's Salad Ingredients:

Iceberg lettuce

Red bell peppers

Shredded Cheese (a lot of shredded cheese)

Two hard boiled eggs

Salmon, cooked and flaked

An overzealous amount of Zesty Catalina dressing

What's For Dinner Challenge

In an effort to be more active and interesting in my blogging skills, since you know, nothing big has been going on here; just a cancelled birthday party, a three day stay in the hospital for Mason's pneumonia, and the temper tantrums that come with a two year old, I have decided to post thirty days of what I am making or eating for supper.  I love to cook and I have had people ask me for various recipes and I have seen this challenge done on other blogs as well.  Maybe after looking at proof of what I have eaten in a month I will be inspired to eat better, or who knows, even realize that I eat better than I thought!

Night 1:

Tuna Casserole

I am admittedly not a huge tuna casserole fan, but Scott made this for me about two years ago and I love it.  However I did not eat it for supper tonight,  my family did.

My supper:

It's not that I didn't really (really) want to eat the delicious cheesy tuna casserole, its that I spent the entire afternoon gorging myself on Goldfish crackers and caramel corn (damn those Boy Scouts).  I felt it was in my best interests to refrain from any more carbs, although now that I think about it fruit has lots of carbs, just the good kind.  Oh well...

Recipe:

3 small cans tuna (packed in water)

1 can fat free condensed cream of chicken soup

3/4 a 16 oz. box of whole wheat pasta (I used rotini)

Shredded Cheese

BBQ Potato Chips, crushed

Cook pasta in boiling salted water, drain

In 9 x 13 baking dish combine tuna and soup

Add in pasta and mix thoroughly

Top with shredded cheese and crushed chips

Cover with aluminum foil and bake at 350 for 15 minutes

Remove foil and bake for 5 additional minutes

Two Years Ago Today...

Mason is 2 today.  I am so sad to see that he really is no longer a baby, but I am also excited for what has yet to come.

Two years ago I was on the way to the airport to drop off my family that had been visiting for Christmas (they were really here to see the baby, but they disguised it as a Christmas visit).  The entire week they were here was a great time for visiting, but the baby didn’t show.  I was feeling a little sick that day, just thought it was because I had eaten too much, remember it had been months since I had even been triple deuce, who knew how much I weighed by then!  We dropped them off and started back towards base, about 45 minutes away.  By the time we got to our house I was really hurting, I thought I would lay down.  I began to get really uncomfortable (which was usual) and I decided to have Scott call the Dr. to see what we should do.  At this point I was expecting the pain to get much worse, so I thought I better not be a baby about it.  Right after he got off the phone I threw up, which I now know is a sign of transitioning, but I didn’t know that then.  I made Scott do laundry and clean the house up, since I knew family would be visiting right after I had the baby.  We then drove clear across base to the Naval Hospital.  I am yelling at Scott to drive faster, which he can’t, no one wants a ticket on base.

We arrive at the hospital and I am in quite a bit of pain, but I still am expecting much worse, I was terrified.  We get to labor and delivery and they check me and I am dilated to a 7!!! Out of 10!!! They said if I would have waited any longer I wouldn’t have been able to get an epidural.  I am not one for pain so I wanted as much epidural as they could give me. “HURRY” I said, I want the drugs!  I got all hooked up to the machines and the Dr. came in for the epidural.  It was sweet sweet relief.  I felt nothing!  About three hours later after they had broken my water I began pushing, again I felt nothing, this was wonderful, what in the world was the lady next door to me screaming about, I was carrying on a conversation about the movie that was on T.V. “Do you want to see?” the Dr. asked.  “NOO” my husband and I both said.  “Do you want to cut the cord?”  “NOO” Scott said again. “Do you want to hold him first?” “NOO” I said, please clean him off first. Thirty one short minutes later, my sweet Mason Scott was born!

What a difference two years makes!

A Good Idea?

Toddler bed or no toddler bed has been a debate I have witnessed among many friends lately, so I decided maybe we should jump on it and say goodbye to the baby crib.  We tried a foray into this once before, Mason even did well in it for one night, then the next night he fell out and was traumatized (and so was I).  We put the crib back up, but it has been about 4 months; it was worth a try.

Mason's bed time is at 8, we got a late start and I ended up putting him down at around 8:25, it is now 9:30 and we have already changed the bed back into the crib!  Needless to say it did not go as planned.  I laid him down awake as I do every night and said, "See you in the morning, I love you" and shut the door.  Next thing we know Scott and I hear the door opening to his room and hear the little pitter patter of his feet down the hall.  He peeks his head into our room and says, "HI mommy daddy!" He is so proud of himself. 

We decided it was best not to give up.  Scott laid him back down and mere seconds later we hear the little man running back to our room.  I give it a try, even decided to lay down next to his bed to try to get him to go to sleep.  He lays there, holds my hand. kicks his feet, once even licking the side rail (this boy has a thing for licking, I'm not sure if I should be worried or not).  The later it got the more I realized this wasn't happening.  Scott puts the crib back together in about a minute, he is becoming quite the professional. 

Mason is now sleeping soundly in his crib, where he will stay until he tries to climb out or reaches 50 pounds, whatever comes first!

We're Still Here

So... we aren't dead, just comatose from all of the sugar and holiday festivities.  This year was actually much less hectic than others, so I really have no excuse for not posting lately, other than I didn't feel like it (don't tell). 

 Mason will be 2 in exactly one week!  I'm kind of going through denial about the whole thing and I really want my little baby back.  Did you hear that I want my baby back, not another baby, just so we are clear! 

Changed over the laundry the other day while Mason was jumping on his new mini trampoline, went back in to find an entire snack carton of Goldfish Crackers dumped all over it and Mason was proceeding to jump all over them until they were itty bitty little crumbs.  Lesson learned, no snacks on the trampoline!

Going to play with my little man, you will hear from me again soon, I promise!

Here is a picture of us making the most of the holiday season and baking goodies!

Bottomless Pit Baby

I’m pretty sure Mason is going through a growth spurt; either that or he’s training to be a competitive eater.  The other day he ate 9 (NINE) chicken nuggets, but I thought it was a fluke considering I forgot to feed him lunch.  Yep, I forgot his lunch, call CPS now, I am a bad mommy.  We were playing and having fun, and then he fell asleep, next thing I knew his friends were coming over for a play date and he hadn’t eaten.  So I figured the chow down I witnessed that evening was a result of that, little did I know it was just the tip of the iceberg. 

Every time I turnaround he is asking for food, he will eat anything from a plain piece of bread, to a hardboiled egg, to applesauce.  Oh God, don’t get me started on the applesauce.  First of all he calls it, “lalalala” so it makes me laugh whenever I hear it and he has gone through two big containers in a week.  I use the organic no sugar added kind so it is pretty good for him, but there are side effects, nasty stinky side effects if you know what I mean.  No kid stands a chance against that much fiber. 

Overall I’m glad he is eating, especially more than Cheerios and Cheese Puffs, which is the diet we were on for a while.   He will probably revert back to his old ways and my next blog will be complaining about him not eating, he is anything but predictable.