The other day my boys were whining for a snack as usual and I told them no because it was almost time for lunch. My oldest, Ki, got mad and said "Don't put vegetables in my lunch!" Well I explained to him that just like Daddy has a job, so does Mommy, and that is to put vegetables in our food. If I don't I might get in trouble. He just looked at me and I wondered what he was thinking.
I found a recipe for roasted vegetables on Blogger Buffet (the link is on my sidebar) and I made it served over brown rice. I only make brown rice when Cody is away or else I hear too much complaining. To my surprise the boys both ate their vegetables!!!!!!!!! Their new favorites are the white trees (cauliflower) and broccoli. They even asked for seconds! I'm not sure if it will ever happen again, but for a moment I felt like I had done my job as a mother and felt oh so happy.
Below is a letter to Santa that was on the Crazyland blog. It spoke to me as I'm sure it does to so many of us. I hope you have a Merry Christmas!
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my four children on demand, visited their doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground and figured out how to attach nine patches onto my son's boy scout uniform with staples and a glue gun. (really. I did!)
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.Here are my Christmas wishes:I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month two pregnancies ago.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone. On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with three kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog. If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family. Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always,Motherboard P.S. One more thing...you can cancel ALL my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.