Staying on track

Last week, Husband sent me an excited, adamant text message mid-way through the day stating that he was done with crappy eating and he was cleaning up his act.

I jumped on his band wagon, eager to enjoy a healthier lifestyle.

The problem with a picky eater

My daughter is a picky eater. She’s not just picky about what she eats. She’s picky about when she eats and how much she eats.

There are certain things she doesn’t like on certain days. And on other days, these certain things are her favourite. I guess it depends on her mood. I’ve been warned by fellow parents who have older girls that the moodiness starts way before puberty hits.

Spaghetti pie

Who doesn’t think spaghetti is always better left over? There’s something about anything in tomato sauce that has been sitting in a sealed container in the fridge overnight. The longer tomato sauce soaked pasta sits, the tastier it is.

Mommy anger is a slippery slope

So the kids are driving me nuts. I think it’s horribly unfair that days that start so well in so many ways end with such upset and screaming (mostly mine ).

Stretching the meat budget

So, in the on-going effort to make the almighty dollar stretch ever further, I have started looking for ways to “increase my meat”.

Try New Foods!

So, my eternally picky eater daughter ate and loved the dinner I cooked.

I made mango curry ground beef with white rice and mixed veggies. I also puréed some of the veggies and hid them in the sauce (just in case).

First impressions

I drop my daughter off at school every morning, and every morning I see this young woman dropping her son off. She has her other two children with her, a toddler and a newborn. She doesn’t look very old, but I’m not a good judge of age, so she could be older than I think.

Brown rice is not my friend

I’ve been trying to feed my family in the healthiest way possible. When it comes to healthy food, there are some things my kids will eat, and some things they won’t.

Quinoa is one of those things that go over like gang busters. Brown rice, not so much.

Sacrifice

So I rushed out of the house this morning. And not because we started late. My son was already at daycare, having left early with his daddy, and my daughter and I were enjoying some cuddle time while we watched Franklin and Caillou. Of course, the clock kept ticking and we ended up rushing out to the car without packing snacks and drinks for the afternoon.