The events of the morning, as told by my husband

My husband gets up very early for work.  The dogs are usually very excited when he gets up b/c they can't wait to pee, poo, and have some breakfast. 

The boys woke long before the crack of dawn today so we were able to see Nick off to work before he left.  Before he went he needed to tell me a story.

"I almost had some really bad news to give you on your birthday.  I thought Maddy (my dog) was dead.  When I came downstairs she didn't meet me at the stairs.  When I went to the bathroom she wasn't whining or scratching at the gate like normal.  I came into the room and shook her.  Nothing.  I started tugging the blanket that was under her.  Nothing.  I turned on the light to make sure she was breathing.  I started shaking her again and she lethargically rolled over so I could rub her belly, but she acted like she was too sick to make the effort.  Then I asked if she wanted to go outside and she proceeded to dart to the door.  Damn dog."

So, I nearly woke up to the message of my dog dying on my birthday.  I'm sure glad that wasn't the case. 

I think I'm going to take the boys shopping today.  I wonder how many tantrums we'll have this time.

I think we're getting the terrible twos a little early

Disciplining a baby is no easy feat.  It usually goes pretty unacknowledged.  If they decide they want to hear what I'm saying, they usually throw a full on tantrum. 

They love power cords.  The more expensive, the better.  And when you say no, they smirk.  When you finally pick them up and move them, they scream.  Loudly.  They also throw total fits when you close the baby gates.  You would think I'm blocking them of from a lifetime supply of pacis. 

So, tonight as we're dealing with tantrums galore, my husband decides that he needs to replace our faucet in the kitchen.  This only took a mere 3 hours.  During this time I cooked, fed, and cleaned the children, and of course dealt with more tantrums...from all three boys. 

Then, our fridge decided it wanted to leak.  Cue more dramatics. 

Sometimes I really just want to take myself, some wine, a book, and my dog and lock myself in and ignore everyone for a while.  Tonight would be one of those nights.

Tofu haters unite!

I hate tofu.  I think it's easily the most disgusting thing I've ever eaten.  I am convinced that people who claim the like it are either A. lying, or B. on acid.  It's disgusting in any form.  Firm, silken, poo.  Yuck. 

But, I can't poo poo the tofu too much.  My boys, as much as it pains me to say it, love it.  Eat it right up.  I think their taste buds are defective.  I have to admit thought, that it makes finding something to feed to them when our dinner isn't appropriate that much easier.  It's good to have on hand as a quick main dish for the little buggers.

Why would anyone want to eat this turd looking brick substance?

 

 

 

In other news, we had chicken parmesan tonight with whole wheat spaghetti and roasted asparagus and the boys wanted the asparagus more than anything.  They aren't your typical children.

I had brussel sprouts for the first time ever today

I have never had these small cabbage creatures before because my mom hates them and never made them for me.  My children are little hoovers and will eat anything so I picked up a bag of frozen little balls to feed to them.  I made them with lunch and they chowed down.  I also tried a few and was pleasantly surprised.  I think they would be fabulous sauteed in some bacon fat. 

I am surprised my mom has such hatred for these things considering she loves cooked cabbage and asparagus.  Is it just me or do they kind of taste like asparagus?

Grant loves quinoa

Cole dominates the brussels

Maddy stands guard

I learned a couple things tonight

I really enjoy quinoa.  I like the taste better than rice, I think it mixes better with fixins such as veggies, and I love that it's packed with protein.  The boys also love it. 
I don't know why I didn't learn this the first time I gave it to the boys, but after tonight they will be eating in the kitchen on quinoa night.  Holy crapoley 2 babies can make a mess with it. 

I also learned that the person who designed our high chairs is a complete buffoon.  The covers are full of crevices so it's impossible to get the left overs completely out, and when you take the covers off to throw them in the wash, there are divots all over the plastic seat where food just sits and festers.  It's a breeding ground for ick.

Also, my babies love raw baby spinach.  

Because I like to whore out my friends

My friend Stephanie has a cooking blog.  Stephanie is also obsessed with chobani.  Chobani put her in their first ever ad campaign. 

You can find Stephanie at cookinfanatic.com

My friend is a celebrity

Hey, there that is!

Tonight was bath night.  Everything was going on as usual; put boys in tub, stop boys from attacking each other, stop boys from ripping spout off, and wait...what is that? 

It's my penis!
 That's right friends, Grant found his new favorite toy.  It was so much fun.  Cole would rather play with the washrag.  I'm guessing that will change soon.