Mondays are now my day to celebrate motherhood, especially the silly and wonderful nuances of parenting a tiny one (or more than one tiny, when the day comes.) We’ll be posting silly thoughts and pictures, momentous occasions and recipes for the hard-of-cooking (that’s me).
When your idea of shoe shopping is looking for the other one.
|Seriously. Where does he go with these? They don’t even fit him.|
[Please submit your “You Know You’re a Mom If/When…” ideas to firstname.lastname@example.org. Can’t wait to hear them. And don’t worry. You will be credited by name and blog site.]
And now for food.
I don’t know about you, but on days with my son, (that’s Saturday, Sunday and Monday for me), I find myself completely shocked by the fact that we both have to eat…again…three times a day. Drat. My brain shrinks. I can only think of two foods, and he just ate them at the last meal. Bananas and hot dogs it is.
In one of my perfect worlds where my child is bilingual and born playing jazz piano, we are a little bit French and the well-behaved young one sits down to an adult meal of something from the Julia Child’s cookbook. The moral of the story: he eats the same food we do, but smaller bites, smaller portions.
|Dinner time at the Siders. The turkey sandwich properly dissected by John David, the deli meat is now being mashed between his fingers. Knowing the difference between food and toys is not his strong point.|
But in the world where I currently reside, my child still speaks a mix of Baby and a bit of barely intelligible English. It is apparent from his scheduled squealing that he must eat. And because I am usually the only adult around (when Josh is gone), I must feed him. And alas, I do not own the ingredients in the Julia Child’s cookbooks. I cannot pronounce them. And I do not even enjoy cooking. These are the facts.
I need ideas for these times. A plan for ahead. I have to realize that the same thing happens every day, that we always need to eat and that’s not going to change. Here are some of the tried-and-true meals I can pull together before the baby loses his marbles in a hunger tantrum on the linoleum.
Fruits: Veggies: Breakfast: Entrees:
Apples Carrots Eggs Mac n Cheese
Bananas Peas Yogurt Cheese Quesadilla
Grapes Broccoli Cheerios Turkey dogs
I would love to have more options than these, but this is about it. If you’re a mom with good ideas and food plans, I would love to hear from you. Unless you speak French and want to judge me.
Leave your foodie ideas in the Comments below. John will really appreciate it.
|Sitting at the table. This is still rare for many reasons, one of which is that his bum is magnetically opposed to the seat. About 60 seconds after this picture was snapped, he weezled his way off the seat and fell backward on the floor. Sad baby.|