Thursday, March 31, 2011

A Multitude of Things

It's pretty late Wednesday night and I'm just now typing out this post.  A little late for me, but whatcha gonna do?  Since my daily word limit is well, limited from prior use today, you're in for a real treat.  Sarcasm, people.  Lots of sarcasm. But, do not despair I still have a few things I want to share with you.  It just so happens none of them are related. 

I've read some really good books lately that think you should read too...

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins
Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen
Ape House by Sara Gruen

If you are a reader and you don't read Water for Elephants BEFORE seeing it in the theatre, I will be annoyed with you.  Moral to the story:  Lie to me.  Tell me you read it, even if you didn't.  The book is worth it.  Very interesting documentation of circus life in the depression.  Even if it was fiction.

The spaghetti and spinach stuffed meatballs were a big hit in my house. (Changing topics here...are you still with me?)  Basically I took 1 lb of turkey meat, mixed it with Italian bread crumbs, mozzarella shredded cheese, chopped/cooked spinach and baked them for 30 minutes.  Great flavor and added an extra serving of veggies for the picky eater at our house who shall remain nameless (cough, cough, Little Miss, cough, cough).

Moving on to more important news.  I am pregnant.  Not really.  Grandma and Grandpa, I got you on that one didn't I?  That was a pretty mean joke.  I am not pregnant.  I am completely enjoying this season of life with my two kids who sleep through the night.  I have also enjoyed all the new life around us.  Especially the new life that we got to experience at Atwoods last weekend.  We took the kids there to show them all the new baby chicks and geese.  Steven wore his cowboy boots so he could 'fit the scene' a little better.  You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.  I only joke about pregnancies ;)  Anyway, the kids really took to trying out all the store had to offer.  See what I mean...
Just chillin' on the patio furniture for sale.  They couldn't look anymore out of place.  However, I had to show it because Little Miss looks too funny with that facial expression.  A little Children of the Corn-ish if you ask me.  Then there's Little Man...I don't even know what to say about that face.  Here's to some super photogenic children.  Again, heavy on the sarcasm.

And that's it folks.  Glad you stopped by today.  Don't forget to leave some comment love...like Alice does...and Ashley does...and Jesse does...and my mom does...and...that's it.  Maybe that's all who reads this thing anyway.  If by some small chance there are other readers, say 'hi' once in awhile.  Okay Romulus?

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A Crafty Mind

You know that Beastie Boys song She's Crafty?  Well, I'm not that girl in the song, but the title could fit me.  Just the title. Not the lyrics.  Let's get that straight.  Here's how the title fits me...

When I want something, the 'thing' doesn't leave my mind until I get it.  In some cases I have to be crafty.  Thank the good LORD I married a man who indulges me.  I like to think that he thinks it's cute, but after 14 years together I'm certain my cuteness is wearing off.  I'll give you a case in point.  I'll call this little scenario, I Want Some Water.


I Want Some Water
(Setting:  Our bedroom some random night at 10:00pm)

Steven was sharing some things about his work day.  I was already in bed.  I was tired, but I was also thirsty.  Seeing that the story wasn't going to end anytime soon, I interrupted...



ME: "I really am listening, but could you get me some water.  I'm really, really thirsty."

STEVEN: "What?  I'm right in the middle of my story."

ME:  "Okay.  It's just I'm really, really, really thirsty.  You wouldn't want me to die of dehydration, would you?"

STEVEN:  "That's not going to happen.  Can I finish?"

ME:  "Yessss, but I might not survive."

Ignoring my life or death situation, he continues on...

STEVEN: "...and that's what I liked the most about the day.  I made a big change in the way he thinks."

ME: "You know what I really like?"

STEVEN: "What? That I finally got my point across to this guy?"

ME: "Nope.  Water.  I really like water.  Can you get me some?"

STEVEN:  "Oh my gosh.  Are your legs broken?"

ME:  "I think so.  Oh, can you add in a few ice cubes?  You know I like my water cold."

Yep.  Crafty.  That's me.  AND, that's all I have for you today folks.  Let this be a lesson to you.  I often write about things that will not impact your life whatsoever, and yet you keep coming back.  I think I am in fact sucking out your brain cells through this very computer screen right now.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Discipline. It's Not For the Weak.

Today I'm going to share my disciplining secrets.  Secrets that will alter your life.  Secrets that will solve all of your child's behavior issues.  If you're thinking, "This is a big load of poo-poo,"  then you're right.  There is never one answer.  However, I promised a few readers that I would share what we do to get our kids' behavior back on track.  I want to be careful to say that Steven and I are NOT parenting experts.  We make mistakes d-a-i-l-y.  Just ask our kids.  Even at four and two, they will give you a lengthy run-down.

My secrets in correcting behavior are not necessarily secrets.  Just little things I've learned over the years.  I hope these help you out, and if anything, encourage you to stick with what you know is right.  Even when it's hard.  Even when you want to quit because, temporarily, it would be easier.  Even when it seems your child has suddenly become possessed from the consequences you just handed out.  What's that you say?  My children are the only ones who have those tendancies?  Maybe these tips don't work then...

Lesson #1:

Say What You Mean, and Mean What You Say
When disciplining, be really careful to only dish out consequences you will keep.  It's so easy to get caught up in the moment.  I've caught myself before saying, "If you don't put your toys away, then I'm going to throw them away"  Yeah, moronic statement!  I would never throw away toys.  So that wasn't effective whatsoever. 

Now, I ask the kids one time to clean up their toys.  If they don't obey the first time, I tell them I'm going to start cleaning up.  That gets them moving because they know if I clean up their mess, then they won't be playing with the toys I clean up for a long while.  They get put up in the top of my closet.  It took one time for the kids to learn that lesson.  Now they know I mean business at clean up time.  More importantly, we don't have power struggles when it's time to put toys away. 

Lesson #2: Poor Behavior Does Not Go Unnoticed

I'm not talking about getting onto your child for every. single. mistake. they make.  Kids (and adults) make mistakes.  It's natural.  However, the people directly related in raising your child should have set guidelines on what is acceptable behavior for your child and what is not.

For example, one thing we had to battle was how our children behave in public.  At home, our kids are loud, and they run, and they jump, and they play.  They do this because it's their home and they're comfortable here.  We want them to be that way.  However, when we're in public we want them to be respectful of others who are around them.  Maybe the couple sitting next to us at a restaurant doesn't want to hear my child singing Jingle Bells in March, or maybe they don't want a child peeking over the booth to stare at their food. 

In cases like these, we share with our kids what's appropriate 'public' behavior and what's not. If they choose to display unacceptable behavior we dish out the consequences, then follow Lesson #1.  This can be hard because you don't necessarily want the 'stares' of other patrons, but remember the goal...acceptable behavior.  Sometimes your kids will cry in public when they make poor choices.  Don't worry about the stares you'll receive when you escort your child to a more private location (like the super sanitary restroom ;).

Lesson #3:

Share Your Expectations Before You Arrive At a Location
This one I learned teaching.  Before my class left for assemblies or field trips, I was very specific on what I expected of them and what would happen if they didn't meet my expectations.  That way there were no surprises when they made an error in judgement.  There was no room for argument.  They knew ahead of time what I expected and what would happen.  The End.

Letting your kids know what you expect, can be super rewarding.  When my class would leave field trip locations, people would compliment how well they had done.  It feels good when you're recognized.  I always shared those positive comments with my class. 

The same thing goes for my kids.  Before we leave the house, I let them know what I expect and I remind them ONE time before we get out of the car.  I do this for play dates, running errands, church, where ever.  This doesn't mean my kids don't slip up.  They do (and often).  And when they do, I refer to Lesson #1.  Give out a consequence and stick with it.

There you have it. My secrets!  Just remember, correcting behavior is not a sprint.  It's an ultra marathon.  You know, one of those races that last FOR-EV-ER.  Thankfully, overtime the correction should become less and less as your child rises to your expectations.  And, if you are setting your expectations high then you can expect great things from your child.  Hope this helps you out.

If you happen to see me in public and my children are not behaving, feel free to remind me of my own lessons.  I sometimes forget.

If you are looking for more specific consequences we gave Little Man to get him back on track, feel free to email me at WispClips(at)Hotmail(dot)Com, and I'll share some effective things we did to get him back on track.  For privacy reasons, I didn't want to air his dirty laundry on the blog.  After all, he's my precious little boy.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Menu Monday and a Time Machine

If I had a time machine I'd jump in it and take it back to the day that PW announced on her facebook page that she was doing a book signing in her hometown.  Then I'd gussy myself up and drive to Pawhuska and stand all googly-eyed at the only celebrity person I'd ever want to meet.  PW's on my bucket list.  Meaning, if I don't meet her before I die...well, let's not talk about that now.  Not meeting PW before I die would be devastating. 

Since I can't think about the opportunity lost anymore, I'll go ahead and type out the menu for the week.  Then I will go cry myself into a deep slumber...after Steven gets home from work.  I've got 3 kids counting on me today.  A mom's work is never done.  Here ya' go...

Monday-Spaghetti & Meatballs (which will be stuffed with cooked spinach for Little Miss.  She attacks meatballs, so why not stuff them with veggies?), Spring Mix Salad with Olive Garden Style Salad Dressing, and French Bread with Roasted Garlic Dipping Sauce

Tuesday-Sausage Spinach Pockets & Fruit Salad

Wednesday-Fried Drumsticks, Corn Casserole, Mashed Potatoes (you know, a real low-cal meal)

Thursday-BBQ Quesadillas (I've saved enough cheese for it this week), with Corn Saute

Friday-DATE NIGHT!!!

Saturday-Mexican Lasagna with Black Bean Corn Salsa

Sunday-Spinach Stuffing Stuffed Chicken Breasts, Sweet Potato Slices, and Strawberry Spinach Salad

Tomorrow I'm going to give an update on Little Man's behavior.  He had a rough week, but he's back on track now.  Thank the good Lord!  We're super proud of the progress and choices he's making now.  Heck, I'll even share my secrets!

Friday, March 25, 2011

My Attitude About the Dang Cheese

On Tuesday I made extra grilled chicken breasts for PW's (in case you don't know, she's going to be my BFF) Grilled Pineapple and Chicken Quesadillas. I was getting ready to 'brown' the tortillas when I realized I didn't have any shredded cheddar cheese.  Or monterey.  Or any kind of shredded cheese to pair with the flavors. Just mozzarella.  I was so frustrated with myself.   I misplanned my menu, and misplanned the usage of ingredients for the week.

Since I wasn't about to load up 3 kids and haul them off to the nearest supermarket to pay full price for shredded cheese, I had to get creative. What did I already have to salvage this meal without taking away from other meals already planned this week?  I had a loaf of french bread, sliced cheddar cheese, onions, brown sugar, olive oil, and grilled chicken breasts.  All that could be combined to make sandwiches.  So that's what we had.

When I was throwing this together I had to stop and do an attitude check.  I was mad that my menu was thrown off from my mistake.  An inconvenience.  However, the truth was I had a semi-stocked pantry, a semi-full fridge, and a means to cook my food.  I needed to take a moment to be thankful for what I had instead of focusing on what I didn't. So what we weren't having what I'd planned on. The point was my family was going to eat.  Not only eat, but eat until we were full.  We are blessed, and I was taking that for granted.  I like having little reminders like this.  Keeps me focused on what's really important, and what's really important is not my schedule nor my menu.

Once I got my attitude in check I was putting love into what I was making.  That's what cooking is about for me.  Love.  A way to serve my family.  Making meals to not only meet their dietary needs, but to enjoy as well.  All that love turned into a sandwich we will definitely have again.  I'm going to call it the Dang Cheese Sandwich.  Here's the recipe...

Dang Cheese Sandwich
 (marinade for grilled chicken)
1 roasted red pepper, sliced (you can buy the jar kind and use 4-5 slices)
1 tsp capers
1 Tbsp olive oil
2 Tbsp  mayo
2-3 chicken breasts, raw

  • In a food processor mix all ingredients together.
  • Poor over raw chicken.
  • Refrigerate overnight and grill until chicken juices run clear.
  • After chicken cools, refrigerate until ready to use.
(the actual sandwich recipe)

2-3 grilled chicken breasts
8 slices of french bread
1/2 cup sliced red onion
1 Tbsp olive oil
1 Tbsp brown sugar
4 slices of cheddar cheese
dijon mustard
  • Heat olive oil on low heat, and toss in onions.  When onions begin to soften, add in brown sugar.  Be sure to stir because the brown sugar will carmelize. 
  • Once onions are covered and dark, remove from pan and let stand.
  • Slice chicken breast thinly.  This is easiest to do when the chicken is straight out of the fridge.
  • Spread your desired amount of dijon mustard on each piece of french bread.
  • Place sliced chicken on top of one slice of bread.
  • Add carmelized onions on top, then a slice of cheddar cheese.
  • Place another slice of french bread on top.
  • Do this until you have four sandwiches.
  • Bake at 350 degrees for about 5-7 minutes until cheese is melted.  Then turn on the broiler for 1-2 minutes until the french bread 'browns'.
It was so good, I made another one for lunch.  This is the pic of the Dang Cheese Sandwich at lunch.  Doesn't look near as appetizing, but it was yumm-o.

Happy Cooking!  Happy Attitude!  Happy Friday!

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Art. Not Just For Paper.

Yesterday was library day.  I just love the librarian who does story time for us.  If I were a librarian, I think I would be just like her.  Weird and quirky.  Let's get real.  I'm already like her.  Weird and quirky.  No wonder I get along with kids better than adults.

The theme yesterday was butterflies.  The kids learned all about the metamorphosis of the caterpillar to the butterfly, sang songs about it, and then got to take home a paper butterfly to color.  LIttle Man. Little Miss, and Chunky Monkey were so excited to get home and start coloring, which made me super excited because I had to get lunch ready.  Busy kids, means happy mama!

So there I am standing at the counter preparing lunch, and so happy the kids are sitting so nicely the table working their little fingers to the bone.  Then Little Miss pipes up, "Chunky Monkey color hands."

WHAT!?!

As soon as I get over there I can clearly see Chunky Monkey has in fact colored on his hands, and then proceeded to color a nice design on his face.  I think he was going for the clown school look.  Once I got him situated and back to coloring on paper, I addressed the other kids to only coloring is for paper.

Too late.  What Little Miss failed to tell me was she had already colored on her face. Maybe she thought if she tattled on Chunky Monkey, I wouldn't notice all that she had going on on that face of hers.  She's such a mess.  An adorable, ornery, precious mess.

Of course, I have pictures to show.  One day I'll look back at these and crack up.  One day far, far away because we had church last night.  Having church means Little Miss got to sport the marker that I could not get off. She was quite the 'hit' in her class last night.  The only thing that could have made herself look better was to allow her to dress herself.

{The ever so adorable Chunky Monkey's body art}


{Little Miss' artwork on paper and on body}


{My precious little boy, Little Man, who only colored his butterfly}

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

What a Man!

Today I want to talk about my man.  Mr. Steven Torres. 


The best partner a gal could have.  I just don't think he gets enough love on here.  Especially on days like today.  Days where I call him at work and ask him to assist me in disciplining Little Man.  He didn't hesistate at all.  He hopped in his truck and drove home instead of driving to the gym.  His usual lunch hour stop.  He came home because he has always put us first, and I love that about him.  He came home because he also knew Little Man needed some reinforcement outside of what I was giving out.

For the past week, Little Man has been struggling with obeying at our word.  Meaning if we give him an instruction, we expect him to follow it immediately.  Without hesitation.  Without whining. Without backtalk.  It's a hard concept to get through a stubborn little boy, but we're stubborn too.  Stubborn and determined.  We know the older he gets the harder it will be to instill obedience in him.  It's like learning a foreign language.  You're set for life if you learn it young.  Wait until you're in high school, and you're lucky if you remember, "Parlez vous Francais?"  Well, maybe I'm just speaking for myself here (no pun intended)...

Anyway, when I called Steven at work to let him know how Little Man was choosing to disobey multiple directions, he came right home.  I'm so thankful that he has a flexible employer that focuses on family.  I'm so thankful that I have a husband who sees raising our kids as a priority.  I'm so thankful that I'm not going at this alone.  Child rearing is tough stuff.  Not for the weary, that's for sure.

After 1 hour and 15 minutes of disciplining, explaining, and laying out the consequences, we *think* Little Man is starting to 'get it'.  At least I hope he gets it, because I need a nap after all that! Ex-haust-ing, I tell ya'.

So, Big Man (aka Steven), if you're reading this which you probably aren't because you don't read this blog, but I'm taking a chance that you might for one special occassion, THANK YOU.  You make my job as a mom so much easier.  I love you and the support you give to our family.  Now get back to work!