With back to school night and soccer practice tonight I didn’t have time to cook up more chicken so I went with plan B and used some home-grown cherry tomatoes to make up this yummy sauce. It’s sooo delicious.
We toss a pound of spaghetti noodles in it along with Parmesan cheese and bacon bits.
THE FLAVOR!!!!!
Seriously Awesome! We love it! I’ve made it a few times now and I really want to get it posted so you guys can make it cause your going to love it…..but I can’t figure out what to call it. #bloggerproblems
Speaking of problems, Thatcher was sure having them with his bike today on the way home from school. He crashed twice. Conner came in the door and said I might want to look out the window because Thatcher crashed twice on his way home and some other mumbo jumbo I didn’t really understand.
Sure enough as I ran to the front door, I see Thatcher gimping alongside a neighbor (I’ve never met) who was kindly pushing his bike home for him. What a nice lady. After thanking her and getting back in the house we cleaned it up and have been doing our best to forget about it, because every time Thatcher looks at it he gets sad and says “I crashed my bike.” “two times” sniff sniff.
I think he’s picked up a flare for the dramatic from his little sister.
Maybe that’s what’s going on with Trever too. That boy has sure been dramatic lately. He can throw a fit like nothing I have ever seen. For reals. I didn’t know babies could have tempers like this…I’m so scared for the future.
He can be the sweetest thing you have ever seen, or he can also be the angriest thing you have ever seen.
He’s getting really opinionated. He gets very angry if we put socks on him because he can’t run around the house. He wants to feed himself with a bowl and a spoon for every meal. He wants to drink out of big people cups, not sippy cups, and his latest is that he wants to sleep with something in his hand. Conner liked to sleep with something in his hand too, when he was Trever’s age. he preferred to sleep with the vacuum attachments. It was kind of adorable.
Trever on the other hand wants to sleep with whatever he’s holding when we start getting him ready for bed. This is true for nap time or bed time. It’s usually an essential oils bottle or his toothbrush.
Today however, he had two Pringles chips in his hand. He had been holding them for at least ten minutes, not eating them, just holding them. He was getting ornery so I started getting ready to put him down for nap. I tried to take the Pringles out of his hand. Woah, big mistake. Huge fit, and I couldn’t have pried them out of his hand if I wanted to, that kid had a death grip on those things. I tried a few more times, with similar results. He was so tired he just needed a nap, but I couldn’t put him down with chips in his hand, hello, choking hazard.
I called Sim to tell him what was happening because I knew he would think it was hilarious. We both laugh at what Trever takes to bed most nights.
Sim did think it was hilarious (and told me to take a picture,) but he also had a great idea. He told me I should trade him his toothbrush (with a little toothpaste on it) for the Pringles. Genius! Trever loves his toothbrush.
I quickly grab the toothbrush and get ready for the switch. Trever gives me the “don’t even think about it” look, when he sees my hand going for his Pringles and then he noticed that I have his toothbrush, when he saw that I was trying to give him the toothbrush so I could take the Pringles away, he hurried and shoved his little handful of Pringles in his mouth. What a little smarty pants. I was just glad I could finally put him down for nap.
Earlier this morning Trever, Charlotte and I went on a shopping trip to Target. I asked Charlotte if she wanted to pick a special treat….she picked Pringles, so of course brother needed one to hold too, and that is where those stinkin’ Pringles came from.
After nap, when the big boys were home, I let teveryone have an ice cream cone for snack, I asked Thatcher to keep an eye on Trever outside for a minute while I ran in to grab something. He did a great job, but when I came out….I found this chocolate covered baby on the trampoline dripping chocolate goodness all over..Yuck!
Since he was such a mess and needed a bath anyway, I decided to go ahead and give him a much needed haircut while he messy anyway and then gave him a good bath. Since I had the hair cutting stuff out I made the big boys come in and get their hair cut too. That didn’t make me their favorite person today. I’m holding out hope that Thatcher will eventually be able to get a hair cut without crying.
Good Times.
Keep it Real!
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