This kid *needs* a haircut unlike any other. We had arrangements made today for my parents to watch Z so we (meaning C and I) could present a united front in an attempt to chop his mane.
Then Carlos woke up sick. And Jake was a huge pain in the butt all day.
So, we put it off. It will get done. Soon. Maybe.
Please ignore the fact that he has Dorito crumbs on the corners of his mouth (trust me that they were indeed fresh) and that his toy is an empty Hawaiian Punch case. I fully expect CPS to come knocking on my door at any minute.
I just did a recipe page as part of a birthday surprise for my dear friend Mel and had a few requests for the recipe so I thought it would be easiest to just post it here (since I have the pic and all :p)
Here ya go: Honey Chicken Teriyaki (serves 4)
2 lbs skinned boned chicken breasts
1/2 C flour
1/2 t. salt
1/2 t. pepper
oil for frying
2 beaten eggs
1/3 C soy sauce
1/3 C honey
1 clove minced garlic
1 t. ginger
- Cut chicken into 2" squares (if you use the chicken tender pieces rather than breasts you only have to cut them into 2 or 3 pieces...much easier, especially if you hate touching raw meat like me!)
- Combine flour, salt and pepper. Coat chicken in beaten egg and flour mixture.
- Heat 1/2" of oil in a pan over medium heat. When oil is hot, add chicken. Cook until golden brown: 6 - 8 minutes.
- Heat glaze ingredients in a small pan.
- Lift chicken from oil, drain briefly, dip in glaze mixture and place in baking pan.
- Bake at 250 for 20 minutes. Pour remaining glaze over chicken halfway through baking.
- Serve over rice.
Like I said on the layout, I usually double the glaze recipe and more than double the garlic (because I reeeeally like garlic :p) It's totally yummy with steamed broccoli. ENJOY!
A scrape, under and on the tip of his nose. Road rash if you will from the patio at Grandma and Grandpa's. He handled it like quite the little man though, hardly a tear. Look at that face! The sand and the sidewalk chalk he were eating just add to the illusion that I'm a really poor mother, lol.
I kid though, really! I'm feeling much better after my last post. I REALLY appreciate all of the comments and emails. And ironically enough, things started improving pretty much immediately after I posted. That was the last straw and at that point, I knew something needed to be done. So, we got serious about establishing a little more routine in Z's life. He needed, I needed it, it was long overdue. And guess what? For the last 2 nights he's slept in his crib ALL NIGHT. That is huge, enormous, can't even convey what a breakthrough this is. The days are still rough but the fact that the nights now belong to me and Carlos (and Jake of course!) makes the days so much easier to face.
Again, I thank you all.
Well, I'm off to Chicago in the morning for 4 days. I'll try to update when I get back on Monday :) Have a safe and fun weekend!
I mean, I love these kids to death but sometimes (and sometimes is becoming more and more frequent) I can't help but wonder if I was supposed to be doing something as my "career" right now. Perhaps an accountant, or clown, or a WNBA star (but never a gardener - I KILL plants dead!) I've been trying REALLY hard to focus on the good stuff (see previous post) because there is a lot. But every day, every tantrum, every hurt...I feel myself slipping a bit more. I mean, did I just get "lucky" and hit the mommy lottery with TWO extremely difficult children (and trust me, after getting Jake through "babyhood" we thought there was noooooo fricken' way Zack could be any harder. We were wrong.) or am I just doing things all wrong? I see friends and family that make motherhood seem so natural. I *used* to feel that way but now I feel like an imposter - just pretending that I know what I'm doing. Zack, for instance, when he's upset (which is a lot when I'm around) is inconsolable. Shouldn't a mommy be able to comfort her baby? When I hold Z, sing to him, rock him...he just squirms, pinches, scratches, bites and headbutts to free himself. Shen I set him down, he gets even angrier - what am I to do? I try not to take it personally but it hurts. A lot. ANd damn, now I'm crying (again). People always comment about how calm and laidback he is...and he IS, with other people. They must all think I'm a liar when I tell them he really CAN be quite a handful. The last three weeks I've been working and Carlos has been staying home with the boys - they are good for him. The second I walk in the door all hell breaks loose. That says it all right there, eh? I'm a sucky mom. This all sounds so whiny and bitchy - if you know me, you know I hate coming across that way but I needed a place to vent and this seemed as good a place as any. Anonymous to a degree but still comforting as I know most of my readers care about me.
Sorry I'm such a downer...I tried to inject some humor (I know you're like"huh, where??") since I really don't like feeling sorry for myself. Carry on with your dady, lol, I'll try to be a bit more upbeat tomorrow! I know this was rambling and probably typo filled but I don't have it in me to re-read it right now. Thanks guys.