What's for Dinner {March 12, 2015}

If you’re new here, read my first What’s for Dinner post to get filled in on what’s going on. If you’ve been to this rodeo before, let’s get to business.

I made a new “one-pot” meal for dinner tonight. It was delicious…there was one ingredient that two of the children weren’t to thrilled about.

This is what happened to Conner’s face when he realized there were mushrooms in his food.

Right before dinner I was taking some “nice” pictures of a plate of food, because the meal turned out awesome and I’m going to post the recipe….so I needed a nice picture of it….

Well, Thatcher would not sit down to start dinner until I let him take a picture of it too.

Normally I wouldn’t have been so reluctant to let him, but the memory card was full, I was starving and we had a tight schedule we needed to stick to because dad had basketball tonight and I was planning on sneaking Conner out of the house for a quick ice cream date before dad had to leave.

Thursday’s are notoriously whiny days for Thatcher (big school days are hard on that boy and by Thursday it shows) and it just wasn’t worth the fight, so I hurriedly deleted a couple pictures (hopefully I won’t need them later) and let him take a picture.

It took him about 3 full minutes to take one picture because he was trying to get a piece of chicken on the fork, just right, to make it look fancy. That piece of chicken fell on the floor at least five times, but heaven forbid anyone try to help him.

Here is his masterpiece.

I secretly think it is adorable that he wants to take pictures of his food…….

At what point do children just give up the whining and fighting of chores that are things they do everyday….oh wait, I know this answer….NEVER.

This is actually the happiest face Thatcher made tonight while he was doing his, “clear the table and help dad with the dishes job.”

I am telling you, that kid has a ROUGH life.

Trever on the other hand was very happy to do his nightly chore of playing in his walker.

Why can’t everyone have this attitude about their chores.

Charlotte thinks making a mess is her nightly chore and was doing her best with the leftover vegetables and a salt shaker.

Speaking of Charlotte, there is a good chance that girl is going to kill me. I don’t have time to write the novel of how our week has gone with that one, but I’ll just leave you with the fun little nugget of a story….I took her to get an x-ray on Tuesday because she had fallen hard off of a chair the night before and cried and cried and cried before asking to go to bed earlier than normal. The next morning when she woke up she was refusing to walk and in a lot of pain….so I took her in and wouldn’t you know, the minute the doctor walked in she could miraculously walk, jump, and was feeling no pain. SERIOUSLY!!!!!

She also came dangerously close to hitting my last nerve today at preschool. My friend Trina was the helper and Charlotte loves her….that’s probably the only reason we both survived.

I may need to start a separate blog, just for Charlotte stories.

Back to tonight….Sim came home from work and asked me if I wanted to take Conner on a date before he went to his game. When I asked why he said he thought it might be good because Conner was crying when he picked him up form scouts last night and maybe he would tell me why.

I knew Thatcher and Charlotte would both have a total meltdown if they knew where we were going so I had Conner meet me in the basement and we left out the back door.

Once we were out Conner realized he forgot his coat…we couldn’t risk being found out, luckily the basement back door is by the laundry room so I reached in and snagged this giant hoodie out of the dirty clothes for him to wear….nice, I know.

I let him pick where we could go for ice cream, and you’ll never guess where he picked….McDonalds…seriously kid we live like down the street from the best homemade ice cream place ever.

During out chat I was able to find out the reason he was crying at scouts. It was because he hates writing and they wanted him to write a Thank You card.

Wow! I didn’t even know how to respond to that. Writing Thank you cards makes my kid cry. I have failed as a parent.

In a loving way I asked him “Didn’t you feel a little embarrassed to be crying about that in front of your leaders and friends?”

His answer is still cracking me up as I type this. “Mom, I don’t really get the same kind of embarrassed feelings that other people do.”

Don’t I know it kid…..Don’t I know it…..

When it was time to leave and we were about to walk out, my cute date made a comment about how much he loves Cheeseburgers, and because I had a dollar in my pocket and because I sometimes like to be my children’s hero, and because (lets face it) he didn’t eat any of the mushrooms in his dinner and was probably still a little hungry, I let him get one.

I even let him go up to the counter and order it for himself. He likes them plain, so he told me he was going to tell the guy that twice so he wouldn’t forget and put the pickles and stuff on it.

It’s no wonder the worker was looking at him like he is speaking a foreign language.

The workers expression may also have had something to do with the fact that he had to ask Conner three times if his order was to stay or to go…