The Clean Plate Club

Below are last night's members of The Clean Plate Club. We joke about this at Weight Watchers a lot since so many of us were brought up to clean our plate at dinnertime before we got to go play or have dessert. It can be a challenge to leave some food on your plate (or not get seconds) when something is super yummy. We try not to place huge servings on our kids' plate so they don't feel like they have to finish every drop. But last night they really dug my Baked Spaghetti (recipe to come with photo, OF COURSE!) and even had seconds!

Without further delay, here are my members (and no, we are not in a halfway house; this is our own home, thank you very much, it's just that my husband recently turned into a (wallpaper) STRIPPER:

Picking My Boogahs: A Post by Eva

Last week at gymnaskits I made my teacher laugh. She saw something shmugie in my hair even though I just had a bath. She asked if it was gum or a boogah.

I said, "It can't be a boogah because I gave up picking my boogahs for Lent."

Does anybody know how long Lent is?

The Tone of an Email

I have heard that people should not communicate via email if they can help it. That TONE is misunderstood a lot in email. So I have a plan since I like to communicate that way and especially since I prefer to have confrontations that way ... so I can think about my argument and try to hash things out before meeting in person, maybe.

Here's what I'm going to do with future emails before I start my communication:

Squiggly Wormie: A Post By Eva

Here is a convahsation between my mommy and me wecently.

Eva: Look, another wormie!
Mommy: Oh, he's sweet. You can keep him.
Eva: No,  he's not Squiggly Wormie. I let him back in the wild. I miss Squiggly Wormie.
[keep in mind my Rs sounds like Ws]
Eva: I found a nice comfy bed for new Squiggly Wormie. He's gonna need a pillow.

Later ... "He needs to go flying" as I toss him in the air.

Life Gets Messy; That's How We Learn

Right about now you are probably thinking I have totally lost my mind.

Nah, been there, done that. It's long gone, friends.

Usually I am not great about letting my kids help me in the kitchen. I don't love cooking/baking and like to get it over with. Aron is AMAZING about letting the kids help, so don't feel too sorry for my kids.

On Michael's birthday I was making cupcakes and the Littles wanted to help out. Usually I find a way to distract them or tell them they can lick the entire bowl if they just wait and let me do the complicated and messy cupcake filling.

But this day I decided to let them do it. The batter was runny and dark, but they just wanted to help fill the cupcake tin! Then I kinda realized that if I'm always doing stuff for them they won't learn how to do it for themselves. Don't get me wrong ... they do plenty around the house where they get to make mistakes and learn. But in the kitchen it is time for me to grow some patience.