The Struggle is Real

Yes, even with a rice cooker!  I know, how hard can it be?!  I am telling you, hard.  The struggle is real.  Luckily most of the rice on top tastes OK. We just don't dip down and scrape the bottom when serving!

In other kitchen adventures...as part of my wild hair to eat real food I purchased natural peanut butter.  Of course I got it from Costco.  Of course it was two jars packaged together. And of course those jars were huge. The children now refer to this as the "soupy peanut butter".  AKA if you give me that I am going to revolt.  I gave the unopened jar to our local food pantry, but came across the opened one while cleaning cabinets the other day.  (Yes I do occasionally clean my cabinets!) I decided to try to make peanut butter cookies with the natural soupy stuff.  I pulled out my recipe and it called for crisco, which I don't have anymore because of my real food deal.  I quickly google "can I substitute coconut oil for crisco?" and the first hit said "YES! Absolutely do this!"  I start mixing the batter like I normally would...creaming the coconut and copious amount of brown sugar, just like I was using butter.  I turned away for a few minutes and come back to find that it is not fluffy and creamy looking, but wet and also separating.  I was a food science major, have I mentioned this before? I quickly move my 5 year old helper out of the way so I can quickly combine the rest of the ingredients and get it to bind together.  It still didn't look normal, but then again I wasn't exactly using normal ingredients for this classic recipe.  Maybe I was pushing one substitution too many? But the ultimate test is the taste of the raw batter.  Batter is my weakness.  I don't know how I have never contracted salmonella. To my surprise the batter tasted really good.  We rolled the dough balls in copious amounts of white sugar, because sugar is my only saving grace in this recipe! We baked them and my son said they were the best peanut butter cookies he had ever had.  Rice fail, cookie success.  You win some, you lose some right?! 

Rice

What is it with toothpaste?

As a follow up to Chicken's daughter's toothpaste meltdown...My son and her daughter are kindred spirits and will often act out in the exact same ways.  I kid you not, we had the exact same toothpaste issue yesterday morning.  Lots of spitting and crying "I don't like this flavor toothpaste!"  All referring to a tube of toothpaste that is 2/3's of the way gone!   Yes, you might say they both fall into that "strong willed child" category.  We are relying on the fact that they know their own mind and will speak it and that someday that will make it easier for them to "just say no" to drugs and hopefully a few other things too :)  Rice

Motivation

I am constantly amazed at what motivates children.  If you go potty I will give you a sticker! Really? What does a sticker even do...it doesn't move (ok unless it has googly eyes), it doesn't provide entertainment, it doesn't talk, maybe it smells (if you are really lucky) and maybe it is shiny or hologram-ey (you know what I mean), but really why are stickers fun? Food, now that is a motivator. Wash your hands and you can have a chocolate chip.  Do you know the things my kids would do for ONE smartie?! But we aren't supposed to reward our children with food, that's not good parenting and will surely lead to our children comfort eating and morbid obesity.  So let's just make a chart, maybe we will use fun stickers, maybe just good old fashioned metallic stars, or maybe just a hand drawn start, or even worse just a check mark.

Here lies my faults...I can't ever stick to one plan.  My husband will fully support whatever plan we are on, but it is hard to keep up.  At one point it was chore sticks.  Misbehave, draw a stick and do the punishment on the stick.  That lasted for a while and is still a personal favorite, but then this thing in the back of my head said "that is negative parenting...be a positive parent".  Now we are onto Kindness Coins (aka poker chips).  The idea being that are easy to earn and you get them for being kind and doing what you are suppose to do (you know like brush your teeth without being asked more than once!).  And once the kids earned them they couldn't be taken away - unless the word stupid was used of our son made a gun with his fingers (referred to as the finger gun).  Those are nonnegotiables for me.  The coins can then be redeemed for TV time, iPad time, a bubble bath, a movie night, etc...  Again that was going ok, but I was riding myself nagging our daughter to do her daily chores.  No one likes a nag, I get that it, but what is a mom to do?!  The kids get so frustrated when I yell.  This is my response "if you did what I asked you to do that first time I wouldn't have to yell" or I start taking in a real sweet voice and say "if you did it the first time I asked this nicely" (then start really making a scene and yelling) "I wouldn't have to YELL!!!!"  I can ask them to do something five times and then finally yell and they say "why are you yelling at me?"  Why do kids do this? I know I am not in this boat alone.  Do all the little sperm get together and plot against us really far in advance and make vicious plans like this to drive us crazy?!

My idea to try to nag less...I created a checklist.  My daughter's has words, my son's has pictures and it is divided into two parts, things to do before school and things to do before bed.  This way they know what is expected of them everyday without me having to repeat myself constantly and they can bring me the checklist and get coins for each checkmark.

Here is the real truth, all of this Pinterst-ey ideas are great ideas, but they take time and energy and some days my tank is just low.  The days that I come up with these schemes to get perfectly behaved children I obviously have a full tank.  Two weeks into these shenanigans I need a refill, or what really happens is that we run out of stickers, or I forget to print off more checklists, or I just turn the TV on because I need a break and don't ask for coins, etc....and the wheels fall off and the next time we have a behavior issue I scheme a new plan/chart/system and the vicious cycle starts all over again!

Then I think back to how we were raised.  By we, I mean myself, my husband, my brother, my sister-in-law.  I don't ever remember charts, or coins or stickers.  We just did what we were supposed to do because I think we were afraid not to.  I never wanted to disappoint my parents.  I still don't want to disappoint my parents.  If we could just get our kids to understand that and know that they would end up to be self sufficient good citizens in our society maybe I wouldn't be so tired.  I never knew parenting was so exhausting. Or do I just make it that way? And at the end of the day we have good kids, they don't have major behavioral issues (ok please don't judge that my son contemplated stealing the smelly bunny from Wal-Mart - cross reference 2littlechiefs.blogspot.com entry "Things that happen at Wal-Mart").

Ok, now I have to go make dinner and prepare for my dog's practice graduation...that's' another story, for another day. Rice

Being 6 in Hard

Goals...

Are you the type of person who likes to set goals?  Are you motivated by goals or do you get discouraged easily when you fall short?  Everyone's perception of setting goals is different.  My husband and I were having a conversation about a month ago about what our goals were for that particular week?  In our discussion, I realized that most of my goals were really my daily "to do" list of things I wanted to get accomplished.  "My goal for today is to organize the kid's closets and update our picture book."  Or "My goal for today is to get the laundry done, dinner on the table, and the basement cleaned."  since then, I have really tried to focus on what my goals in life are.  Essentially, my first goal is to be a good mom, wife and friend.  My second goal is to be more positive and focus on the "happiness" in life.

So, how does this have anything to do with being 6?  Well, part of my "being a good mom" goal, is to actually have an ENTIRE day neither of my kids crying.  That should be easy, right?  It is NOT!!  I am trying to stay positive here, but seriously it has never happened?

Let's take this morning for instance, in a one hour period, these were the events that made my daughter cry.  And mind you these were not fake cries, these were full on, my life is over, I can't go on tears.

1)  It was time to brush her teeth, and all of a sudden she no longer liked the toothpaste that we have in the drawer.  The same toothpaste she has happily used, twice a day for the last 6 months.  Life Ending.

2)  Once she finally calmed down and we were able to brush her teeth, I was checking to see if she had any new teeth coming in... she does not.  This turned into the life ending tragedy of being one o the few kids in kindergarten who has not lost a tooth.  She is NEEEVVVEEERRR going to loose a tooth.

3)  After breakfast, she was asked to put her shoes by the front door, at which point she asked which shoes I wanted her to wear.  I told her that it was up to her and she could pick whatever shoes she wanted.  This immediately sent her into tears, when I asked her why she was crying, her response, "Because I really don't want to wear any shoes today."  Huh???

4) And finally my personal favorite, as it was time to leave to catch the bus, I asked her to put her blanket back in her room.  Again, for the fourth time we had tears.  Why, you ask??  Because she didn't want her blanket to have to spend the day alone in her room.  The blanket gets lonely, it can't be left alone?  I mean, she has seen Toy Story, obviously the blanket has its own set of friends.

Throughout this, I really tried to still work towards by main goal of simply being a good mom.  I tried to remain patient and supportive, but seriously, how do you not laugh?  I mean really?

So with this, am I just setting myself up for failure?  How can I work towards a goal when things like lonely blankets and shoes make it seem so far away?  If life is this hard at six, I can't wait to see what life is like at sixteen.

The Day I Wore a Mickey Mouse Shirt to Church

I teach Sunday school.  Besides loving the children (for only one hour, that is seriously all I can take) and enjoying touching them with the good Lord's word, I make this commitment to teach to make sure we are at church.  Yes, we should go to church every Sunday. Do we? Not always, but we are trying our best.  This particular Sunday we woke up to a fresh dusting of snow, with another few inches on the way.  It was a perfect day to cozy up by the fire, but I had responsibility for the project after the lesson and church wasn't being cancelled (I checked three times).  I should also mention that sometimes.

 Sunday school is all we do, we don't always make a service and Sunday school.  Of course I justify this by thinking that the kids get more out of Sunday school anyway.

Here is the effort I made: I showered. I did not wash my hair.  I contemplated no make-up.  Decided once again that I am too old for this to be a choice.  Especially in the dead of an Illinois winter when my coloring is basically death warmed over.  I pulled my hair into a pony tail.  Then I walked into my closet.  Jeans - I mean come on I was going to be wearing snow boots, jeans would be fine.  And then I grabbed a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and a sweater that belonged to my mother-in-law.  It is the warmest sweater in the world and I was going for warmth! Why the Mickey shirt? I truly don't know.  I have plenty of other shirts that I could have put on underneath or that would have even matched better.  Wearing licensed character apparel is just not my style but I walked out of the house without a care.

Later that day it hit me.  I am at that age when you stop caring what people think.  I know this happens to people at all different ages.  I was just reading in People magazine that for Gwyneth Paltrow it was 40.  I am a few years younger than that and am still rounding down, despite the laws of mathematics.  But I do find that as time goes on I do care less and less what people think and in a way it is liberating.  Now, obviously this whole situation weighed heavy on my mind and who knows when Mickey will make his next debut, but it is nice to discover this little things about yourself along the way.

P.S. I am making chicken and noodle soup from scratch for dinner tonight...should be interesting!

Rice

Batman takes a trip to the Doctor

I know, I know, I have been very lucky, in my six years of parenting.  I have only had to deal with vomiting children twice.  That's pretty amazing, trust me I know how lucky I am... well, or was.

Friday, I was taking Briggs to the doctor, to have his ears checked out and on the way he started to cough.  The next thing I know, Stella is starting to scream.  When I look back Briggs has begun to get sick.  It was mild at first, so I kept driving, hoping to get to the doctors office before he did it again.  No such luck, as we were pulling into the parking lot, it's as if he coughed and puked from the depth of his soul.  So hard in fact, that I he hit me in the back of the head.  Yep, puke in the hair.  Does it get any better than that?

I immediately pull him out of the car and begin to clean him up.  I strip him down to his underwear and look for something to change him into.  (Have I mentioned, I am not one of those mothers who is always prepared with band-aids and an extra pair of clothes?)  The only thing we had in the car was his Batman cape.   So I did what any other mother would do, I took Batman to see the doctor.  After talking to the receptionist, over Briggs's tears, he begins to cry louder.  Only to inform me that he had went potty in his pants.  The thing is, he really didn't need to tell me this because I was holding him to my chest at the time...  I already knew :-(

They must have thought we were a hot mess because from the moment I step foot in the office, until I was out the door it was thirteen minutes.  Thirteen minutes in and out of the doctors office, that is a record.  It only took getting sprayed in the back of the head and the chest to get this accomplished.

Needless to say, I went home to take a shower and I sent dad to the pharmacy to his antibiotic for his ears.

Meet Chicken

I was brought up to believe that when we are born, our book is already written.  Yes, we make decisions along the way, but ultimately he knew where our path would take us even we took our first breath.

Let me tell you a little bit about my story, I am originally from Central Illinois.  I went to school to be a teacher and taught two years in a suburb of Chicago.  I honestly thought I would spend my entire life in Illinois until I met a guy living in Arizona.  I knew pretty quickly that he was the one.  And to my own disbelief, I applied for jobs and moved out to Arizona.  When we met, BC, told me told me two things, he had no intentions of getting married for five years and that he would never move back to Illinois.  Both of which have proved to be true.  

I am now a stay at home mom to two wonderful children.  My daughter is six, she is just as headstrong and stubborn as she is sweet.  And although she tests my patience on a daily basis, I know that she will never be talked into doing things she doesn't believe in and she one day she will move mountains.  My son, on the other hand, is 100% boy.  He is non-stop ALL OF THE TIME.  He loves to talk, loves to scream, loves to run and is for the most part always happy.  I am so very blessed to be their mom.

I have a slightly type A personality and a little bit of a control freak.  I can't relax if my house is a mess, and yes I make my bed everyday.  My friends think I am super creative, however, I rarely come up with an unique idea on my own.  I am truly the person Pinterest was created for.  I honestly hate to cook.  It never fails that no matter what I make someone in my house usually complains.   My husband usually cringes when I mention that we are having chicken for dinner, apparently chicken isn't supposed to be dry?  Who knew.  Actually I am just practicing for when I become a wedding caterer.  Whatever, I could be serving them cereal.  

I love living in Arizona, I love the weather, I love sunshine.  I love that we can spend most of our time outdoors, even when its really hot.  I love that we are only a few hours drive from the mountains, or from the beach.  I never in a million years thought I would end up here, but it's where my story took me.  And although we have no extended family here, I have some pretty amazing friends who fill that void quite perfectly.

We are really excited to start this blog to document our lives as mothers.  No, life isn't always glamorous and easy, but we hope to have fun sharing how our story is written.

Meet Rice

I have a degree in food science and human nutrition and I can't cook rice.  Really, I can't cook rice.  Minute rice, rice in a bag, instant rice, long grain, brown, jasmine, basmati - none of it.  It sticks to the pan, it's dry, it's hard, it is anything but perfect.  I was gifted a rice cooker and it has improved the quality of rice I put on the table, but let me tell you it is still not full proof! One of my daughter's favorite meals is sweet and sour chicken (see recipe below) and of course that is served with rice so it's not like I can just give up and quit.  I have to keep trying to make an acceptable rice.  We were recently on vacation and my sister in law and I attended a cooking demonstration.  We walked in just in time to hear the chef say "and making risotto is just that easy!"  Dude, it really isn't just the easy for all of us!

I am born and raised in the midwest.  A land that blesses us with the experience of heat and humidity in the summer and frozen tundra blizzards in the winter - because variety is the spice of life. Just about the time we are sick of flip flops and sun dresses we can look forward to pulling out sweaters for high school football games.  About the time we can't take bundling up anymore, the flowers starting breaking through the ground and we again reach for the flip flops  Because after you have lived through winter here, when it hits 45 degrees we are riding bikes and shooting hoops!

I am a stay at home mom and the main procurer of our household.  (Yes that says procurer, not provider!) I'm sorry honey, but someone has to be responsible for buying our family things!  My husband and I have a 7 years old daughter, a 5 year old son and a 1 year old golden doodle.

I love essential oils and have been known to use them for many things that I will happily share along our journey! I also have ventured into eating real food and avoiding processed foods.  My ventures usually provide plenty of entertainment!

I love to travel and have many items on my bucket list, but have also checked a few off!  I start all of my paragraphs with "I" and have horrible grammar and writing skills.  I totally fault my time spent overseas when I was 13-16 years old when perhaps I should have been developing this skills and I was really just more interested in boys.

And so the birth of "chicken and rice" begins.  Just plain "chicken and rice" was already taken.  Chicken and nice was the original option until my typo was discovered.  Thus we are "Our Chicken and Rice".   Chicken is my sister in law, and guess what? Her chicken isn't so good (or so says her husband!).  We are open to guest authors so if you have something to share, let us know!

Sweet and Sour Chicken

YIELD: SERVES 4-6

Note: if you like extra sauce, double the sauce ingredients – pour half over the chicken and follow the recipe instructions; pour the other half in a small saucepan and cook the sauce on the stovetop at a simmer for 8-10 minutes until it reduces and thickens. Serve it on the side of the chicken.

INGREDIENTS

Chicken:
• 3-4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts (about 2 pounds)
• Salt and pepper
• 1 cup cornstarch
• 2 large eggs, beaten
• 1/4 cup canola, vegetable or coconut oil
Sauce:
• 1/2 to 3/4 cup granulated sugar (depending on how sweet you want the sauce)
• 4 tablespoons ketchup
• 1/2 cup apple cider vinegar
• 1 tablespoon soy sauce
• 1 teaspoon garlic salt

DIRECTIONS

1. Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F.
2. Cut the chicken breasts into 1-inch pieces. Season with salt and pepper. Place the cornstarch in a gallon-sized ziploc bag. Put the chicken into the bag with the cornstarch and seal, tossing to coat the chicken. 
3. Whisk the eggs together in a shallow pie plate. Heat the oil in a large skillet over medium heat until very hot and rippling. Dip the cornstarch-coated chicken pieces in the egg and place them carefully in a single layer in the hot skillet. 
4. Cook for 20-30 seconds on each side until the crust is golden but the chicken is not all the way cooked through (this is where it's really important to have a hot skillet/oil). Place the chicken pieces in a single layer in a 9X13-inch baking dish and repeat with the remaining chicken pieces.
5. Mix the sauce ingredients together in a medium bowl and pour over the chicken. Bake for one hour, turning the chicken once or twice while cooking to coat evenly with sauce. Serve over hot, steamed rice.

Recipe Source: Mel’s Kitchen Cafe original recipe