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Archive for April, 2011

It’s been wacky alright

Lately, it seems that every single day has been wacky around our house. In fact, a little too wacky for my taste. Illness, travel, workload and holidays all threatened to derail the daily routine each and every day for the past couple of weeks. So Wacky Wednesday was put on an unofficial hiatus.

With all of that behind us, though, I am already thinking ahead to next Wednesday. The possibilities are endless…


When Mom is away the family WILL play.

I have a hellish schedule this week at work. Wednesday will be a LONG day. I will leave the house at 7 a.m. and will not get home until well after everyone’s bedtime (including my own). Luckily, I don’t have too many marathon days like that with my job. But I am disappointed that I will miss Wacky Wednesday.

John and the kids insist that they will forge on and enjoy it without me.

As I was thinking of something fun and different for them to do that doesn’t involve a lot of prep for John,  I realized that there is a one thing lurking in both John’s and my pasts that my kids have never enjoyed:  TV Dinners!

Yep, it’s true. As a kid growing up in the 70’s my own cook-from-scratch mom occasionally let my brother and I indulge in TV Dinners.  I don’t really remember what the food tasted like but it I do remember being giddy with excitement as she’d unwrap those divided tinfoil plates and set the timer on the oven. A heady combination of actually getting to eat something totally different from what my brother was eating (his favorite was Salisbury Steak while I favored Fried Chicken), seeing my dessert before I finished the rest of my meal and of course anticipating that my mom would let us eat dinner while watching TV! It was the one time I can remember that my bother and I didn’t fight about what our Saturday night line-up might be. We’d happily sit side-by-side and watch “B.J” and the Bear” or “Dukes of Hazard”  while devouring our meals and washing them down with our weekly bottle of soda that we got to split.

And so my kids will be dining on the modern-day version: Kid Cuisine!

And despite the packaging seeming like a terrible waste and the food being, perhaps,  full of more chemicals than I would prefer I am good with this. All things in moderation, right?

What kinds of foods are lurking in your childhood? Do you intend on sharing them with your kids? Why or why not?

Oodles of fun

This week for Wacky Wednesday we’re going to get a little artsy fartsy. Not so much with our food, mind you. That will be pretty plain fare. But since April is National Poetry Month we’re going to embrace that and challenge ourselves to have an entire meal inspired by poetry.

I’ll confess that my own love of poetry has sharply declined in the past several years. Truthfully, I am not sure if it was rediscovering some of my own junior-high journals filled with abysmal navel-gazing poetry or if it is just that after I had kids my leisure time for reading was so drastically reduced that poetry just didn’t make the cut.

Either way, I’d say that it was a genre that was largely ignored by me for several years. Until I got so tired of reading the same kiddie reading material night after night that I reached for something else; my own worn copy of Shel Silverstein’s “Where the Sidewalk Ends”.  And just like that my interest in poetry was rekindled. Granted, it’s not very highbrow but I’ve loved introducing my kids to the silly ideas and syncopated rhythms that are the hallmarks kid’s poetry.

And so tonight we’ll start with one of our favorites as inspiration:

Oodles of Noodles
I love noodles. Give me oodles.
Make a mound up to the sun.
Noodles are my favorite foodles.
I eat noodles by the ton.

Here is what is on the menu this week:

 For sure we’ll be reading these poems and perhaps others because that is the funny thing I’ve discovered about my kids and poetry. Usually, once we start we can’t stop. They are almost as contagious as those juvenile joke books.

Birthday Fun

Last week’s pizza was a big hit! Now, we like pizza at our house but in all of our combined experience none of us have ever eaten pizza in the shape of a #7:

The requested chocolate cake with chocolate frosting was definitely not my most creative effort but it turned out pretty good considering my decorating helper was a toddler: