Picky eater likes bread!

My aunt bakes amazing bread. AH-mazing! For Christmas, my mom and I both got bread makers and with my aunt's recipe in hand, we were ready! After some experimenting and emails to my aunt, we finally hit the jackpot and successfully made the AH-mazing bread. It is a sweet bread that is spread with icing. Uh-huh. That's right. Spread. With. ICING. Yummy!
After a few loaves with icing, we started to get creative and thought the recipe would make great hamburger buns (without the icing, of course). I have never been more right about anything in my life! Jackson had tasted the original loaves and liked, so I thought I could get him to actually eat a hamburger  if we used the recipe for the buns (the only hamburger he has ever eaten has been out of a Kids Cuisine box).
The day came for the great hamburger bun experiment. My mom and I slaved in the kitchen making our bread like we were Laura and Mrs. Ingalls. Not that we have ever needed anything to bond over (we are already pretty tight), but there is something about making homemade bread with your mother that feels very Little House on the Prairie (sans the high-tech bread-maker).
When I told Jackson that hamburgers were on the menu for dinner, he groaned. When I placed the meal in front of him, I reminded him how much he enjoyed the bread Mimi and I had made and that the bun housing the hamburger was that same bread. He looked intrigued. So, I told him to taste the bun and then take a bite out of the hamburger. The stars, apparently, were aligned and he took a bite and then smiled. Angels were heard singing, clouds parted and light beams streamed above his head. He proceed to eat 1/2 of a real hamburger (as opposed to the processed versions he had been accustomed to). So, my first successful tip to get a picky eater to eat: Serve a new food with something that you know they can't resist! Since he took that first bite, several more bites of new foods have followed.

More successful tips to come....

Shea

 Aunt Nancy's Sweet Bread Recipe: 

4 tbls water
1 c milk
1 tsp salt
1/2 c sugar
1 stick butter (softened)
2 eggs (brought to room temp)
4 1/2 c bread flour (living in humid central Florida, we had to adjust the flour by reducing by 1/4 to avoid a very dense bread)
4 1/2 tsp yeast

Heat water and milk in glass measuring cup for 1 min in microwave and then pour into bread maker pan. Whip salt, softened butter and eggs with wire whip and add to bread maker pan. Add flour on top of the liquids. Make a well in the flour and add the yeast (be careful to not make the well too deep because the yeast cannot touch the liquid ingredients). Set machine on bread dough cycle (should be about 1 1/2 hours). When finished, take pan out immediately and place on lightly floured workspace. Divide dough in half and each half into thirds. Make a rope by gently rolling out each part into a log. Braid the three logs and then do the same with the other portion of dough. Cover with towel and let raise for at least an hour. Bake at 300 for 22 minutes. Cool on cooling racks using same towel until cool. Spray tops with PAM to soften crust. (To make hamburger buns, use the second half of dough and form small balls rather than braiding).

Icing:
1/3 cup butter
3 cups powdered sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1 tsp almond
2-4 tbls hot water from tap.

Melt butter in glass bowl in microwave. Blend in sugar, vanilla, and almond with large wire whip. Gradually add the water a tablespoon at a time. Spread over warm bread...Trust me:)

Follow Me Friday!

Recycling is good, right!  I thought I would recycle one of my earlier posts again. This is one of the first posts I wrote that went beyond my son's eating quirks. Enjoy, and I will be back next week with fresh content:) My mom and I have discovered bread baking and it is helping Jackson eat more food! Details to folllow.....

I am linking this up with Follow me Friday hosted by: One 2 Try, Hearts Make Families, and Midday Escapades .

Battling Jackson's eating habits hasn't been the only parental frustration we have dealt with in the last 5 years. Parenting is tough. Not that you haven't heard that before. Everyone tells you about sleepless nights, responsibility, etc. But, I am referring to the emotional and, sometimes, physical demands parenting can have on you.

Here is my list of the top 4 toughest things about being a parent:

4) Parenting is icky! Not just the poopy diapers. Although those aren't the most pleasant things to have to deal with! Being a parent has enlightened us to all the disgusting things a body can produce. Sometimes I feel like I have the kind of experience that could land me a job at the CDC. I had to deal with a fungus behind Jackson's ear once. A fungus! I frantically called the pediatric emergency hotline telling them that my son's ear looked like it was going to fall off. The nurse giggled.  
My best piece of advice that I can bestow on young mom's and/or dad's is that when a 2 year old tells you their belly hurts-DO NOT put them on your lap! It is so funny to my husband and I how we can deal with puke in a way that we never thought we could deal with puke. Something that used to be so revolting is now just par for our disgusting course.

3) Working with nocturnal creatures: I am sure you have always heard that kids don't like to go to sleep. I heard it, too. In fact, my parents used to tell the funniest stories about how much my brother and I disliked bedtime. But, until you deal with an actual child who doesn't like sleep, you have no idea the frustrations that can come with bedtime. My sons have a solid political stance on their bedtime rights as human beings. One day, mark my words, Jackson will run for office on the slogan: "Equal bedtime opportunities for all ages. Why should parents be the only ones to stay up late?" And, it isn't just their lack of desire in going to bed. It is their endless amounts of energy that can be frustrating! I think Jackson should be studied, but I am afraid they might find some superhuman gene in his system and genetically mutate it to produce those energy drinks people consume! Wrigley, too! Every night around bath-time he starts to inform us that he is skipping sleep time today. "I not going to sleep today, right mommy?" Really!?!?! It does, however, make me feel good that life is so amazing to them that they don't want to miss one moment by sleeping. Still, I didn't realize I would be raising two owls.

2) Guilt: Raising human beings is such a huge responsibility. No matter what we do, there is always an element of guilt. All that we do is being observed by them and they are little sponges soaking up everything. So, there is this nagging feeling of guilt when we slip and let our moral judgement be compromised on occasion. Now, please don't think we are bad people. But, realistically, we are not perfect people either and there are times where we say a bad word, gossip, yell at each other or any number of horrible things. So, when I witness one of them exhibiting behavior that is less than admirable, I always think-did they see me do that? My father always jokes and says, "Do what I say, not what I do". But, unfortunately that doesn't always work. All we can do it our best and hope that they take more good than bad from us as examples.

1) Endless worry: These days there is so much to worry about I think my head may explode. I have heard that it never ends, too. Even when they are 50 I will still worry about them. Their safety, their security, their health, their sanity, their happiness, etc. Sometimes I want to lock them in the house and never let them go into the big, bad world. But, then my mom brings me down to earth. Jackson and my husband were off to their first camping trip and my mom told me she was worried about Pythons! PYTHONS!!!! Really!?! There are always going to be dangers out there. The worrying will never end, so I might as well just learn to live with it!

In Miley Cyrus fashion, I should probably also include the 4 things I love about being a parent:

4) Smiles and giggles: When we first had Jackson, I was overwhelmed and terrified. My body had just been through a drugless labor and between learning how to breast-feed and sleepless nights, the thought of ever having another baby seemed downright insane! One day during Jackson's first week home, my husband came home to find me sobbing. I told him through the tears that although we had always said we would have 2 kids, I was now happy with just the one. Cut to Jackson's first smile and me telling Adam we could handle a dozen more kids! When the kids began giggling as babies, I did everything but set my hair on fire if I thought I could get a laugh. And even now, at 3 and 5 years old, hearing them laugh is the most unexpected joy. Sometimes I steal a glance in my rearview mirror to find Wrigley looking out his window smiling. At what, I don't know. But, no matter what I am feeling or experiencing that day, I too will begin to smile.

3) Working with my husband: I know that sounds funny. Like parenting is a job. But, it is. Just like any business, decisions have to be made and I am not the only CEO of this organization. We naturally consult on everything. Sometimes I giggle inside about how much thought, research and preparation goes into every little decision we make about the kids. I always think to myself, is this the decision that will send them to therapy one day? Making these decisions with Adam, my husband, has been a lot of fun. He has a different take on things that I have come to appreciate and look to when I am feeling a little crazy. We are very different in our styles, but have found a strong partnership that works. When one of us gets frustrated over dealing with the kids, we "tag" the other person to step in. It keeps the kids on their toes! Sometimes it does backfire on me, though. When I give time-outs, the kids will scream "I want Daddy!". To wipe the grin off Adam's face in those moments, I tell him that the kids know a sucker when they see one:) In all sincerity, I think it is good for the kids to have a balance. They need discipline,  but they also need some leniency. I tend to be the tougher of the two, but Adam also lets me be the good guy every once in a while. And for that, I love him!

2) Seeing my parents be Grandparents: I have figured out that being a grandparent is getting to experience the "things I love about being a parent" list without having to deal with the "the things that are tough about parenting" list. They have done their "parenting" time, now they get to soak up all the good stuff and leave the hard stuff to mom and dad. I love, love, love watching them with my kids. They look at my children with such love and fondness and are the few people in the world who are actually anxious to hear about the details of the activities of the kids. Jackson and Wrigley return that love and fondness tenfold. Recently I asked Wrigley and Jackson why they liked going to Mimi and Papa's. They simply replied, "Because they are nice". Of course, the ridiculous amounts of chocolate milk and candy probably don't hurt!

1) Endless Moments: Life, to me, is a series of significant moments. Those times when you force yourself to take it all in. I don't remember everyday of high school, but I do remember certain moments that were significant. A car accident on homecoming, the first Varsity football game I cheered in, the feeling right before we walked on the floor for a competition, the day we skipped school to watch the Bay Hill golf tournament from my trampoline. I remember sounds, smells, feelings from those days and telling myself to remember those things. I don't remember every date my husband and I have been on, but I do remember the moment I knew he would be the man I would marry. Moments. Up until I had kids, those moments seemed few and far between. With kids, those moments are endless. Everyday I stop and compel myself to remember what is like to see them sleeping or the feel of their hugs or the sound of their voices or the glee in their eyes when I am tickling them. Everyday brings new and different moments and I can't wait to experience those moments each day.....so worth all the frustrations!

Shea

Dream a Little Dream

I posted this a few weeks back. It has been working so well, I thought I would re-post for those who have recently started following....

As a mom I hear and read all kinds of tips and tricks to get your kids to do or not do things. 99% of the time these tips and tricks don't work. I just think every kid is different and what works for one isn't going to work for another. However, the 1% of the time the tip/trick pays off is worth the effort:) So, with that being said, I have found a fun way to get my 3 year old to look forward to bedtime.  Wrigley used to be a piece of cake to get to bed, but lately he has been giving us a lot of resistance. There is crying, pleas to stay up and play, endless excuses.  Until one night....

 As I was putting Wrigley to bed, he said he wanted to see snow. With us living in Central Florida the chance of him seeing snow anytime soon is pretty much not going to happen (even with our recent cold fronts). So, I told him he could dream about the snow. We then spent a few minutes talking about what he would do in the snow, who would be with him, what the snow will feel like, etc. When he woke the next morning, I asked him about his dream and he described what we had talked about the night before. Every night since, as we walk to his bedroom, he asks me what he will dream about tonight. It is so precious listening to his little voice describe his imaginative scenarios and seeing the anticipation in his eyes for the dream yet to come. The best part of all is that there are little to no tears when I announce bedtime!

So, give it a try if you have a toddler resisting bedtime. If anything, it will be a few special moments spent with your child......

Shea

P.S. Tonight he was dreaming about being in a boat with Mickey Mouse, Jesus, and Mimi and Papa!

This post is linked to Try and Tell Tuesday over at Mom Tried It. Head on over to get some great tips, tricks, advice, etc....

Lessons Learned

I decided to do something cute and crafty for Jackson's valentines for his class. I found this great idea to make heart-shaped crayons here. It was really super easy and fun to make.  I put 2 heart-shaped crayons in a little baggie with some conversation hearts, then attached a cute label with a crayon box pixture that said: Thanks for "coloring" my school days with fun and laughter. Cute, right!  Well, both my husband and a friend commented that the crayons could be mistaken for chocolate or candy. Not wanting to change my plan, I argued that the baggies would be opened at home and surely parents will read the label prior to letting their child eat what is in the bag. Famous. Last. Words.

Wrigley watched in envy while we made the bags, periodically asking if he was going to get a candy baggie. Keep in mind that Wrigley helped unwrap and break the crayons. He watched while I put the crayons in the hear-shaped muffin pan and put them in the oven. He also was in ear shot during the grown-ups discussion over kids eating the crayons. 

Wrigley got his little bag before he went to bed and was told that he could have a piece of candy in the morning. Of course, first thing he asked for in the morning was his baggie. I gave him the baggie and sat him down at the kitchen table while I poured my coffee. A few minutes later I heard, "Mommy, these candies taste yucky". SERIOUSLY! Yep, big 'ole bite of crayon.

The entire ride to school was spent grilling Jackson on what he needed to say to each one of his friends: The big hearts in your valentine candy bag are crayons NOT candy!

Lessons Learned:
 1) I should have paid more attention to my 3 year old before giving him crayons that resembled candy.
2) I really shouldn't lay such a burden on my 6 year old to warn his friends about my cute little bags that I refused to re-make:) They really were cute!
3) I may have the pickiest child on earth, but I also have one who will eat anything!

Want to read about some more mama guilt? Head on over to Cop Mama and see what other moms are thinking about....

Diet Wrecking

This is what I do when it is cold, wet and rainy outside. I bake uncontrollably. What you see here is chocolate chip muffins from Annie's Eats and chocolate cupcakes from Betty Crocker:) with white chocolate sprinkles. 

To the 5 lbs I lost over the last few weeks: Hi! Welcome Home:) Don't get too comfortable; I will be kicking you back to the curb in the next week. Until then, enjoy your stay! 

Oh, I almost forgot: 

Wrigley said he wanted to eat the trees. Cute, huh! He ate 2 of the trees and then asked for a cupcake!

Have a great Valentines Day tomorrow!!!!

Feed Me Books!

My son and I adore these "How do Dinosaurs..." books. One Christmas Jackson recieved a small stuffed dinosaur and this book from a family friend:

 The first night I read it with Jackson we were howling! The book asks how a dinosaur says good night and then asks if he does a series of "naughty" nighttime behaviors (ex: slamming his tail and pouting, swinging his neck from side to side). We were laughing because a lot of the things the dinosaur shouldn't be doing is what Jackson was currently doing at bedtime! I was able to say, "That dinosaur sounds like someone I know!" At the end, though, the book reviews how a dinosaur should say good night and this is where our little ritual began. When the dinosaur gives a big kiss, we give each other a kiss. When he turns out the light, we turn out the light. When the dinosaur whispers "Good Night", we whisper "Good night". When the....well, you get the picture. I can't say that this book solved all of our bedtime issues, but it certainly didn't hurt. This was the first book he memorized and would act very proud when he was able to "read" it to others. 

I was thrilled when I discovered that this book was part of a series. The series is great for emerging readers as it rhymes throughout and offers a lot of sight words that my son needs to know in Kindergarten. 

I was even more thrilled when I found this book: 

 

It centers more on general table manners than picky eating, but it is still super cute! 

And for Valentines Day, we will be reading (for the gazillionth time) Jackson's favorite Christmas present from mommy: 

 

There are many more in this series for just about anything you can think of: going to school, making friends, learning letters and numbers, etc. Check them out; you and your dinosaur are sure to love them!

This post is part of a series that I have been following the last few weeks from The Adventures of Motherhood called: Feed Me Books Friday. I love this idea as it is a way to get reviews for books from mothers who are reading them to their kids.

I am also including this post as part of Follow Me Friday sponsored by:
Hearts Make Families
Midday Escapes
One 2 Try

For some reason I can't paste the code here, but if you want to link up and see all the other fabulous blogs participating, please click on any (or all) of the blog links above.

Whew! That was a lot of info at the end, huh:) 


Shea 


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How Do Dinosaurs Say I Love You?
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How Do Dinosaurs Eat Their Food?

Sloppy Joe

One of the few meals I can prepare without following a recipe is Sloppy Joes' (Joe's? Joes?). This is also one of the first recipes I ever found on-line. My husband loves him some Sloppy Joe's and I had no clue where to begin to make them. Did you know that they are not listed in many cookbooks? I guess they are so far below the gourmet meter that chefs don't bother including them. So, to the internet I went and printed the first recipe that appeared. Lucky for us it was a great one! Anytime I ask Adam if he wants anything special for dinner, these are what he wants. Pretty simple to make and very delicious. We prefer ours sweet, so I add a lot more brown sugar than most people would probably like. You can change it based on your preference.

I made a few rookie mistakes tonight concerning Jackson eating. I knew that we would be eating dinner later due to baseball practice, so snacks were given about 3:30pm. Now, most kids would still be hungry enough for dinner at 7:30 (case in point-Wrigley cleaned his plate), but Jackson can function off of small doses of food for long periods of time. He will make a great Survivor contestant if that show is still around in 12 years. Second mistake: Jackson was doing homework while I was cooking which left Wrigley without a playmate. I gave up trying to entertain a hungry 3 year old while trying to cook, so I turned the TV on in hopes of getting 30 minutes to get dinner on the table. Of course, when it came time for dinner, Spectacular Spiderman was in the middle of a show and I knew I would be fighting Jackson to eat, so I didn't want to fight over turning the TV off. What I didn't consider in my equation was that the TV was a huge distraction and Jackson was able to avoid eating by watching the TV! (for those of you wondering, our kitchen is practically part of the living room, so the TV can be seen from our kitchen table). Third mistake (not really a mistake, more of a circumstance): my husband was umpiring tonight and I was left to face the picky eater alone. I knew I was doomed and Jackson could smell the fear.

Even before the dinner was placed on the table the whining began. He negotiated a smaller portion, was able to get Doritos as a side dish (I thought it would give me leverage. One bite of sandwich, one chip. Apparently, Doritos are not as enticing as I thought), and ended up never taking a bite. I was left telling a 6 year old that he needed to thank me for the time and effort I put into dinner and when his father got home, thank him for earning the money to make the meal. I know, real mature of me:) I also told him he would be going to bed hungry and would not be allowed Fruit Loops for breakfast. He responded that he was going to ask for eggs anyway. When did he turn into a teenager with that attitude?

Here is the recipe for those of you out there who will actually eat it:

(I would love to give credit to whoever put this recipe on the web, but it was like 5 years ago that I printed it and I lost that piece of paper about 3 years ago. Luckily, I have made it so often I have it memorized. Just know that I did not create this. A food genius in the cyberworld did and we are forever grateful)

1lb ground beef (I normally use the lower fat variety, but it really is better with the higher fat content)

1/2 cup diced sweet yellow onion

1 tablespoon flour

1 cup water

1 cup ketchup

3/4 cup brown sugar (you can reduce or increase based on taste)

1 tablespoon worcestershire sauce

Brown meat with onion on medium heat. (I drain access fat, but again would be super good if you didn't)

Reduce heat to medium-low and stir in flour. Add in all other ingredients and simmer until thickened.

I would taste test and add ingredients based on flavor preference. I typically always end up having to add in more brown sugar after Adam tastes.

Enjoy!