Guess what? I’ve been babysitting again!
This one was on a wilding–
This one had me in a headlock and thumbscrews while extracting an iron clad agreement that I would buy at least one of everything from his school’s fundraiser brochure–
And this one…oh, this one…that face says it all–
There was a definite need for refreshment on the way home. French fries and a hamburger. I was going to have an ice cream cone, but opted for a burger instead. You know, decompression food. High fat, high carb, full-on tension relievers.
Besides, I had et a healthy dinner. Yes, I said et. My grandmother used to say et and since I was informed by the hobbitses that I was OLD, I am saying et.
They actually said OLD.
It went something like this: I told the two oldest hobbitses to get ready for bed and as we headed downstairs towards their bedroom, they decided to turn it into a race. They ran quickly ahead of me and as I was coming down the hall I heard the four year old say to the seven year old, “hurry up, MomMom’s coming!” to which the seven year old replied calmly, “Kade don’t worry about it. She’s old; we’ve got plenty of time.”
Yep, it’s a good thing I et that healthy dinner because who knows how long it would have taken me to catch up with the boys otherwise. Us old people don’t get ta movin’ around as well as we used to. (A coworker made the suggestion that I start packing a water gun. Oh yeah, baby. This old woman has herself a plan for the next round with them boys, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk. [Insert wicked, anticipatory grin here].)
I had given myself a challenge for making dinner before I headed over to Hobbiton, “don’t plan dinner, just go into the kitchen and grab stuff to cook…you’ve got 45 minutes to come up with a new recipe and cook it and another 15 minutes to take photos of the finished product. Times awasting, girl, get going!” Amazingly, I met my goal. Here’s three outstanding points about this dish:
- Dang! It’s good!
- It can work as a warm main dish, or a cool salad.
- It’s healthy!
Ander, look at MomMom…Ander…Ander! Ander, no, not the camera…Aaaaaaanderrrrrr….lalalalalalala…blowing raspberries and making other ridiculous noises…Ander! Oh man, quit wiggling…Oh my gosh…Okay, okay…heh…Shoot, I’m gonna drop you…dang it…never mind, let’s go get some clothes on you…
Whew! Jiminy Cricket!