Well it appears the nesting stage has begun. I am now nearly 5 months pregnant and I haven't really cooked a meal or done any real house cleaning of sorts in.... well... 5 months. All that seems to have passed now. Last week I sat down with my Kraft What's Cooking magazines and planned out dinners for the next two weeks. Then I wrote myself out a grocery list to make sure I'd have all necessary ingredients on hand. The list of dinners I put on the fridge so I'd know what I had decided to make. I have to tell you this is way more organized than I usually am, but after 5 months of living beneath dust and not knowing what dinner was going to be or who was going to make it calls for some serious action.
I am afraid that some serious damage has already been done. Abby has really embraced our new lifestyle. Cold hot dogs for dinner... sure honey whatever you'd like. You want to eat them in your playroom watching the Dukes of Hazzard..... yeah of course, you're the boss. Since Mike was doing the planning and cooking of our meals he went with his age old motto... "whatever's easiest". And some nights that meant cold hotdogs in front of the Dukes of Hazzard. Mike's a great Dad, but as a Mom.... well let's say there was room for improvement. Which isn't to knock Mike, he did great, really stepped up to the plate and picked up all of my slack with only minimal complaining.
So to celebrate my return to the kitchen I planned one of Mike's favourite dinners, Bruschetta Chicken Bake. Now Abby's always been a good eater. People are surprised at the amount she can eat for the size of her. As our Doctor says, Abby has found the secret... you can eat whatever you'd like, you just can't stop moving. The damage from my "vacation", however, has already been done. Miss Abby has decided that she only needs to eat the things she likes and that she wants to eat for dinner. She sat down to the table for our first family dinner, took one look at her plate and declared, "I don't like that!" Now she loves chicken, which is the main ingredient in this dish. "No, I don't like chicken!" Okay, but that's dinner. That's what we're eating. You don't have to eat it, but that's all you're getting. That means no treat before bed unless you try one bite of dinner. "No thanks Mom." Off she runs to play and her dinner gets put in the fridge. Fast forward to later that night, bath is done, PJ's are on and typically that would be "treat time". Ever helpful, Abby runs to pick her treat and imagine her shock when she's told, no treats for you. Oh the tears she shed. Mean Mom that I am, I pulled her dinner out of the fridge and offered her the same deal. A bite of dinner and she could have her snack. Five bites later she was happily eating her snack. And so the week continued, some nights she ate dinner, some nights it went in the fridge, some nights she got her snack, some nights she didn't. Last night it went in the fridge and stayed there. So she missed out on the very yummy Peach Pie I made yesterday. My first attempt at peach pie and it both looked and tasted good. It was a super easy pie to make. Don't tell my Mom, the queen of cooking from scratch. I'm talking lemon pie made from actual squeezed lemons not the lemon pie filling in a box. I used a frozen pie crust and (oh the horror) canned peaches. I think I'll make her one for Thanksgiving, where I'm sure she'll grudgingly tell me it's good even though it's not from scratch. Just like she does with my (Betty Crocker) chocolate cake.
I figured if we were already making major life chages I may as well go whole hog and Abby now has chores to do. Setting the table, putting her own clothes in the hamper, emptying her potty and cleaning up her toy room. These new rules of course were met with a chorus of "that's your job Mommy!" A week or so in and now she's happy to help.
Before I sign off I'll let you in on a little secret. I think this baby's going to be a boy. Don't ask me why. I never really had a strong feeling either way with Abby. Mike said from day 1 she was going to be a girl, but I never really had a feeling of my own. This time I keep thinking boy. I have a list of boy names I like, but I can't think of very many girl names. So we'll see if I'm right.
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