A Week In The Life...

I have a friend who is very creative. We are part of a scrap booking group, and she is the mommy with the gorgeous layouts and talent. She did a project where she documented the life of her children, using photos and journaling. What a great idea I thought! I am all about writing down memories to share with my girls when they are older (some call this blackmail...)

So, I set out to document the life of my three year old first. It's an exciting little book. I think what this book is teaching me, is that I am ashamed of the meals that I serve!

Saturday...Hardees

Sunday...Panera Bread

Monday...Little Ceasars Pizza

I seem to be tired at night, and quick to order out. I'm sure this is costing us our savings and waitslines. Ugh. Tonight I am motivated to cook something healthy (or at least lie about it in the book!) ; )

There was a time (early in our marriage), when I loved to cook. My mom did most of the cooking when I was growing up, and I never really had the chance to learn how to make anything. It was exciting for me to break open the new cookbooks I received as wedding gifts. It was fun to try out my "mad cooking skills". I will admit that I wasn't the greatest with new recipes, but I wasn't horrible either. My husband was (mostly) kind, and would try my kitchen creations.

Fast forward to present day. My audience is no longer kind, and actually pretty picky/ demanding about their culinary tastes. If it doesn't contain obscene amounts of peanut butter, grape jelly, cheese, ketchup, or mandrin oranges it is deemed unacceptable for my tots. It is exhausting to make a meal, only to have my "mini top chefs" laugh in my face.

"HAHAHAHA, crazy lady you dare to serve me unbreaded chicken in non-nugget form!" "Think again".

"What is this vegetable you attempt to slip on my plate...bring me a Dora Yogurt...walk away slowly and nobody gets hurt".

Baking is another story. I enjoy baking because I know my effort will be well received. Cooking...not so much. Maybe all this stems from psyhological issues I have with people pleasing. Maybe not. I need to just stop giving choices. "Eat this or starve kids". Yep, that's exactly what I will do...tomorrow...Chinese Take Out sounds great for tonight! ; )