12 Days of Christmas: MOM Edition

On the first day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, a surprise classroom party.

On the second day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

On the third day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, several broken ornaments,
pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

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On the fourth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, fights about dinner,
several broken ornaments,
pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, something sticky on the TV,
fights about dinner,
several broken ornaments,
pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, endless questions to avoid bedtime,
something sticky on the TV,
fights about dinner,
several broken ornaments,
pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

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On the seventh day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, attitude about cleaning,
endless questions to avoid bedtime,
something sticky on the TV,
fights about dinner,
several broken ornaments,
pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, screams meeting Santa,
attitude about cleaning,
endless questions to avoid bedtime,
something sticky on the TV,
fights about dinner,
several broken ornaments,
pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, zero alone time,
screams meeting Santa,
attitude about cleaning,
endless questions to avoid bedtime,
something sticky on the TV,
fights about dinner,
several broken ornaments,
pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

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On the tenth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, a splitting migraine,
zero alone time,
screams meeting Santa,
attitude about cleaning,
endless questions to avoid bedtime,
something sticky on the TV,
fights about dinner,
several broken ornaments,
pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, a broken iPad charger,
a splitting migraine,
zero alone time,
screams meeting Santa,
attitude about cleaning,
endless questions to avoid bedtime,
something sticky on the TV,
fights about dinner,
several broken ornaments,
pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my children gave to me, a never ending virus,
a broken iPad charger,
a splitting migraine,
zero alone time,
screams meeting Santa,
attitude about cleaning,
endless questions to avoid bedtime,
something sticky on the TV,
fights about dinner,
several broken ornaments,
pee around the toilet
and a surprise classroom party.

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What a Good Eater! English Muffin Pizzas Recipe and Review

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Life has been hectic with a newborn and cooking has hit the back burner. My children have been living off of frozen meals, soup and sandwiches. Practically, anything that I can whip up with a press of a button.

However, What a Good Eater! cookbook has saved the day.  What a Good Eater! is a cookbook of baby and toddler recipes with healthy herbs and spices to add flavor and broaden your baby’s palate. It’s a guide for parents to confidently feed their babies and toddlers wholesome, healthy, age-appropriate foods which help promote a diverse palate right from the get-go. It’s a great gift for the holidays as well as baby showers! Although, my children have outgrown the baby and toddler phase, What a Good Eater! cookbook still had plenty of recipes to pick from.

My boys (ages 8 and 5) and I browsed the recipes which was an enjoyment on it’s own. The pictures of each recipes is vibrant and mouthwatering beautiful. It was no surprise when they decided on Grandma’s English Muffin Pizzas.

Ingredients:

  • 6 whole grain English Muffins (1 package), sliced in halves
  • 3/4 cup tomato sauce (use your favorite store-bought brand, or make your own large batch of sauce)
  • 3/4 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
  • 3/4 cup fresh ricotta cheese
  • 5 cherry tomatoes, sliced into thirds
  • Drizzle (approximately 1 tablespoon) of extra virgin olive oil

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  1. Preheat the over to 375.
  2. Arrange the English muffin halves in a single layer on a baking sheet (you should have 12 pieces).
  3. Spoon approximately 1 1/2 – 2 tablespoons of sauce onto each of the 6 English muffins, gently spreading with the spoon to cover. Top each one with approximately 2 tablespoons of shredded mozzarella cheese.
  4. Spread 1 1/2 – 2 tablespoons of ricotta cheese onto each of the remaining 6 English muffins, then top with piece of sliced tomatoes, and drizzle with olive oil. img_2699
  5. Bake the pizzas for approximately 10 minutes or until the cheese starts to bubble.
  6. Switch your oven to broil mode, and broil 1-2 minutes or until the cheese starts to lightly brown. Remove from the oven, allow to cool, then serve. Buon appetito!

 

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Of course, these were a hit! We will be adding these to our go-to meals. It was simple and quick (and … healthy!). I look forward to adding other ingredients (maybe some olives, peppers, and mushrooms?) to these English muffins too! Another thing that I’ve taken away with this kid friendly recipe is, it will be an awesome birthday party activity! What kid doesn’t enjoy making their own pizza?

Want to check out more of their recipes? What a Good Eater! has you covered with their Virtual Dinner Party which is sponsored by Infinity Jars and Vidalia Chop Wizard.

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A Life on Repeat

My head is pounding. My neck is stiff. And, my eyes are cursing at me, wondering why I am on the computer.

But here I am. I haven’t written in months (cue the record player to repeat). I feel as though I am accomplishing nothing within my life. So, I figured if I wrote then I could pat myself on the back.

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Winter Car Seat Safety

Sara Green

The time has come or is slowly approaching that we must bundle up our children to face the cold outside.

While it’s important to keep our children wrapped up and warm to bear the cold, it’s very important to properly keep them secure in their car seats.

Bulky coats are not safe to wear while buckled in a car seat.

The reason why bulky coats are not safe is due to the fact that it prevents the harness from properly fitting. The harness becomes to loose and can prevent from protecting our children properly during a crash and can even lead to ejection.

To test to see if a winter coat is not safe to be worn, please do the following:

  1. Place child in car seat while wearing the coat. Adjust the harness until you can no longer pinch the material.
  2. Remove the child from the car seat and do…

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Suicide: The True Mask of Deception

Suicide.
The end that offers rest from the mind that will not let go of pain and sorrow.
The end that removes all demons that whisper all the failures.
The end that opens the cage of darkness.
The end that silences the voices of the past.
The end of you.
Suicide.
It approaches like a deceiving warm hug.
It presents the cure to twisted ideas of darkness.
It transforms into an ally.
It becomes the only victory with claiming.
It is the end of you.

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Hush, Hush Annoying One

Parenting a child who is vastly different from you is exhausting.

The days of sitting outside for hours, listening to my thoughts are gone.
The days of taking a bubble bath with the candles lit are no where to be found.
The days of watching a movie in silence are in the past.
The days of painting my toenails and singing along with one song from start to finish disappeared like Ja Rule’s raps.
The days of buying groceries without interruptions are only dreams that haunt me at night.

My son. He is mine but not like me. He requires attention. A lot. His mind races with words that fall out of his mouth without a filter. He is up at the ass crack of down and fights like a champion when the sun goes to bed. His hands are always on the move. His lips are even faster.

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