Soooo......I want a tree house.
Yes. One with bars I can climb on. Outside in our tree so I don’t get hurt.
Yes. How can I get one?
Maybe you could ask Daddy to build it.
[gasp] I have my own tools!
(She’s referring to a toy tool bench).
Wow! You do!
I have a hammer, and stickers (nails), and I can help Daddy build it!
Sounds good to me, kiddo!
That night, she woke up in the middle of the night looking for her sheep. Sheep is her favorite stuffed animal. She sleeps with it every night. We found sheep and I started to tuck her back into her bed, but she got upset and started kicking the covers off.
I want to sleep in my sleeping house!!!
Yes. I want to sleep in it.
Honey, I don’t know what that is.
Outside! I want to sleep in my sleeping house.
OH! Your tree house?
Yes! My tree house.
We don’t have a treehouse yet.
I have to ask Daddy to build it?
I can use my hammer and my stickers?
I love you so much, Mom.
I love you too, sweetheart.
by J. Jeffrey
J. Jeffrey does a great job of creating a complex story that creates a wide range of emotions for the reader. You swoon over their love story, and get annoyed when Theodore shrugs off something important to Helen. You love their new baby, Regina, then feel bad for poor little Deb. You get angry at Regina for constantly getting Deb in trouble, then you are happy when Deb and Helen become best friends. So many things happen in this book that the reader cannot possibly predict what will happen next. Theodore’s character is completely irresponsible and unpredictable, while Helen is proper and organized. They seem to be one of those ‘opposites attract’ couples, but their relationship (and eventually lack thereof) is the source of only half of the family drama.
Regina is a calculating, conniving little girl. She is very jealous of her younger sister and frequently conspires ways to get her in trouble. Her personality is more like Helen’s, whereas Deb is more like Theodore. Because of the differences in their personalities, the girls’ parents never believe Deb when she tries to tell them that Regina has done something on purpose to get her in trouble. Their sibling rivalry lasted into adulthood, and is the other half of the family drama.
I absolutely recommend this book. One of the qualities I look for in a book is that it completely submerses me into the story. J.Jeffrey did a fabulous job of that. He incorporated just enough drama, romance and conflict into the story to keep me glued to my kindle and wish there was more to read at the end!
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2 cups of steamed cauliflower
2 cups of shredded mozzarella cheese
You may use any toppings you like, but if you would like to keep the recipe on the healthier side, I recommend using vegetable toppings, and minimal cheese.
Preheat oven to 450º.
Mix cauliflower, mozzarella cheese, and eggs in food processor or blender.
Spread out the mixture on parchment paper, on a pizza pan.
Bake for 15-20 minutes.
Remove crust from the oven.
Add toppings, then place it in the oven until the cheese melts on top.
6 ounces boneless skinless chicken breast, cut into bite-size pieces
1 cup finely diced carrots
1 cup broccoli florets
2 tablespoons chopped onion
1 garlic clove, minced
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1 jar Alfredo sauce, reserve 1 cup
3/4 cup 2% cottage cheese
1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons shredded Parmesan cheese, divided
1 egg, lightly beaten
1/2 teaspoon Italian seasoning
1/2 teaspoon dried parsley flakes
lasagna noodles, cooked and drained
1-1/2 cups (6 ounces) shredded part-skim mozzarella cheese
In a large skillet, saute the chicken, brocolli, carrots and onion in oil until chicken is no longer pink.
Add garlic; cook 1 minute longer.
Stir in flour until blended; gradually stir in Alfredo sauce.
Bring to a boil.
Reduce heat; simmer, uncovered, for 5 minutes or until thickened.
In a small bowl, combine the cottage cheese, 1/4 cup Parmesan cheese, egg, Italian seasoning.
Layer as you would a normal lasagna.
Cover and bake at 350° for 30 minutes. Uncover; bake 10 minutes longer or until bubbly. Let stand for 10 minutes before cutting.
You may add more alfredo sauce depending on your preference.
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People look at me and laugh when I say that, but it’s the truth.
She’s a major screamer. I don’t mean that she’ll let out a couple of squeals every now and then when she wants something. She’s a full-on, ear-ringing, head-splitting screamer. I think she’s somehow a cross between a banshee and a siren. I would be absolutely fine with that and power on through my shopping trip if that was the only thing.
I think she’s part houdini, too.
This kid can climb.
People say, “Just buckle her into the shopping cart.”
It doesn’t work.
She can climb out of shopping carts, even when she’s buckled in.
So picture me walking through the grocery store wrestling a screaming toddler while trying to find the things on my list. It’s stressful. It’s hard. It makes ME want to start screaming right along with her.
I get so many of those looks. You know...the ones that say, “Shut your kid up!” and “Why can’t you control your child?!” and “You are failing at life!”
Okay...maybe that last one is a little far out there, but all moms feel that way at least once.
It’s not the looks that bother me. I could care less what other people think of me or my parenting style. Grocery shopping is just stressful for me. Middle A was very easygoing, and still is. Dealing with Little A is like a whole new ballgame.
I ask someone to watch the girls while I go grocery shopping. That turns my hour-and-a-half shopping trip into about a 30-45 minute trip. It’s much easier to get everything on my list, and I don’t have to rush. Not to mention my stress level is waaay lower than when I take the kiddos.
So on Wednesday while I was grocery shopping (all by myself!), there was another mom there with a little boy who was absolutely done shopping. You could tell he was exhausted and just wanted to go home. They were in front of me in the checkout line. The mom kept giving me these, “I’m so embarrassed! He’s not usually like this.” looks. I knew exactly how she felt. None of us want to be that mom--the one who can’t control her kids. Honestly though, kids will be kids. They all have their moments. Sometimes we can calm them down, and sometimes we can’t. That’s just life.
So next time you’re at the store and one of your kids decides to show their less-than-flattering side, just remember....we’ve all been there. We’ve all dealt with it. You’re not the only one. We understand.
For those few that have the guts to actually put into words what the look has already affectively communicated, just give them a big smile and tell them to have a nice day. Not only will it throw them for a loop, it will also show them that you don’t give a pile of dirty diapers about their opinion.
So here’s a big THANK YOU to Angela, my brother-in-law’s girlfriend. You help keep me from being that mom at the grocery store. Even better, you help me keep my sanity.
- Print Length: 194 pages
- Page Numbers Source ISBN: 1480188743
How do we end suffering in our own life and on the planet? How do we bring about seemingly impossible outcomes such as miraculously healing our self from a fatal disease, saving the environment or ending violence and war?In his second book, Edward Mannix takes on our assumptions about what is possible and impossible for us as individuals and as a species, and he provides us with a new paradigm and new tools that enable us to achieve that which was previously unachievable.The new paradigm he presents includes two key concepts the author calls metaphysical causation and interlocking karma.Metaphysical causation at first sounds a lot like the Law of Attraction but ends up being quite a bit different. According to the author it is not our thoughts that create our reality, but rather it is our karma or karmic imprints that are projected onto the movie screen of our life by the powerful projector of our soul. By moving the discussion away from the potency of our thoughts to something more difficult to observe - our karmic imprints - the book reveals to us important hidden aspects of the creative mechanism of life, and offers us the opportunity to intervene in this causal process in a new and powerful way. For those readers who have tried the Law of Attraction and found it sometimes effective and other times ineffective, it is likely that the information presented in this text will illuminate why those techniques often fall down.Impossible Compassion provides a missing link of sorts, helping us identify and change our karmic imprints through the use of simple tools and processes that fall under the heading of what the author calls directed compassion. By utilizing our own compassion to alter the karmic imprints on the film of our soul - which the book teaches us how to do in specific detail - we can literally re-write the script of our life, leading to rapid and potentially miraculous changes in our external world.And, while according to metaphysical causation we each sit at the center of and in some way create our own universe, we are also all connected to one another and part of each others' created universes. In his discussion of what he calls interlocking karma, the author illuminates this critical paradox that is so often misunderstood or entirely missed by students and teachers of modern spirituality. In so doing, he gives us further insight into the process of reality unfolding, and it is with an understanding of interlocking karma that we can see how giving our self compassion can influence the physical health of a loved one or help bring about major changes in our collective reality, e.g., ending violence and war.________________________________About the Author
To my boobs.
No, I’m kidding. She isn’t addicted. I know some of you pro-breastfeeding mamas out there are freaking out because it’s the best nourishment for Little A and I’m making a joke of it. I’m just ready to wean her from nursing, but she just wont give it up!
Now, before anyone freaks out and starts yelling at your computer screen about her not being ready, or I shouldn’t be selfish and make her stop, shut up and listen. Or read, rather.
I am extremely proud of us for making it past the one year mark with breastfeeding. I didn’t make it two months with Middle A. Looking back, I’m sure I gave up too easily. I wish I had fought harder, but I was an exhausted first-time mom. Had I known the amazing bond it creates between mother and baby, I would have fought harder for it. That being said, I do not want to breastfeed my kids forever. I don’t even want to breastfeed them for two years. One year is plenty for me. And since I’m the decision maker for my children, one year is plenty for Little A as well.
Little A eats all of her meals with the family. She also drinks very well from sippy cups and straws. The kid devours a grilled cheese sandwich faster than her sisters. We have no problems getting her to eat. The only time she doesn’t eat well is if there’s a lot of commotion distracting her.
She’s a comfort nurser. She likes to nurse before naptime, bedtime, and still wakes up in the middle of the night to nurse. The last is the point that kills me. The child wants to nurse all.night.long! My back hurts and I’m tired. That turns me into one cranky and short-tempered mama. I don’t think I’ve slept more than 2 nights all the way through since Little A was born.
I want to reclaim my bed.
I want to actually sleep next to my husband instead of a child.
And I want my boobs back!
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