aside from the howling wind outside, the house is quiet.
the kids were playing nicely in the toy room.
last time i checked in on them, they were watching the snow swirl by our dining room window.
then.
it got quiet.
very.very quiet.
the kind of quiet that makes you question your children’s names out loud?
(master d????? miss sassafrass????)
s…..i……l….e…..n….c….e….
crickets.
and then, i panic.
guys? GUYS?
Answer mommy … RIGHT NOW!
I turn the corner from my office (where I was working diligently on a client contract facebooking)
to find the two of them.
sprawled out on the couch…
with a BAG of hot dog buns between them…
with both of them chowing down on a good ol’ hoagie roll.
My kids might not eat their vegetables… but give’em some good ol’ carbs and they are in heaven.
(hmm…. sounds like that might be a hereditary trait).
And now, after a week long battle of the kitchen vs. the kids vs. the mom… I’m losing – officially.
I’ve moved the food to different cabinets.
Put baby locks and backup baby locks on all of the cabinets where the food & drinks are stored.
They’ve outsmarted the locks – toting in juicy juice bottles and oat bran cheerio boxes to me for yet another impromtu snack time (15 minutes after lunch…) This leaves me frustrated and whiny. I make beautiful meals for them – I follow the food pyramid – I offer healthy choices for breakfast – lunch – dinner and 2 small snacks throughout the day…
and now… the bread drawer is under attack… and thus, I’ve moved the english muffins, whole wheat bread and what’s left of our hot dog buns up into the safety of the microwave.
They’ll find a lovely snack of baker potatoes and yellow onions remaining in the old residence of our carbs… snack on that little ones!
snack.on.that.
15 minutes later…
Seriously… they went for the onion and potato.
Lordsy.
I laughed. We’re having some meal issues over here. Well, we always are as BB has some texture issues. Thankfully they can’t reach anything in the cabinets and BB isn’t a climber.
Yet.
Hahahaha Awesome. My kids love buns, too. Weirdos.