Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Competition For Favorite Kid Was Won By a Baking Dish, Of Course

There has been a strip mall under construction near our house for months now.  We live in a nice neighborhood, but unfortunately we are in close proximity to a WalMart, a Whataburger, and a variety of pawn shops, so I was excited at the fact that this strip mall looked nicer than most. 

I had been day dreaming of all sorts of upscale food options and adorable shopping for this new location.  Something classy like a stationary store that personalizes or a fancy soap place, changing my life forever. 

(The soap lady and I would be best friends.  Forever.)

Nothing says classy like paper and soap which I would most likely never purchase.

(My best friend is going to just give me soap.)

Yesterday morning though, I spotted a sign in the window of the strip mall. 

Great Clips

Freakin' Great Clips.

That's not changing my life at all.  There's zero chance that the owner of the Great Clip franchise and I are going to go grab drinks or braid each other's hair, even though that might be her job.

Then today, a taco "joint" put a sign in the window of another part of the building.  Really?

This has nothing to do with what's on my mind, but I am really sad about the loss of my soap lady best friend and all the fun, yet sentimental, letters we would have written one another on our new stationary. 

You're probably thinking, "Geez Leslie, things must be great if you are mourning fictitious friends and taco restaurants."

Well, you're wrong.

Well, you're not really wrong.  Things are fine in that I-have-three-kids-under-seven sort of way. 

The new retail businesses near my house have actually nothing to do with, well anything, but I thought it was important for you to know.

I'm in one of those phases when Cole is on my last nerve. It's like last spring all over again.  He's whining and screaming when he doesn't get what he likes.  He's sad and negative about every.single.thing.  It's exhausting and toxic to the whole house and most importantly really hard on me. 

(Fine, that's not the most important thing, but it feels like it when I rehash it all in my head.)

I honestly don't think I can even write about it.  There's just not much to say.  It's a constant battle between my fierce love for him and my very strong annoyance. 

I'm praying the love keeps winning out, and that he continues to be this creative with his stories so I have something fun to counteract his very strong personality.

Cole's preschool news of the day, none of which had happened like he said.
 
In the meantime, this one is scoring all sorts of favorite points.


Aiden's diligently working on homework, practicing piano to no end, cooperating and eating whatever I put in front of him....even if it looks "a little weird."  Despite a brief tantrum over a brownie at the end of last week, and who can really blame him, Aiden's been awesome. 

This is how it works though, right?

One of them is pushing you so close to the edge that you might fall at any point, so the other ones rally a bit and bring their "A" game so Mommy doesn't have to curl in the fetal position and cry at the back of the closet. 

(Not that anything like that has ever happened here.) 

(Fine, it's never happened more than quarterly.)

It brings a small sense of balance in this chaotic mess of parenting multiple kids.

Unfortunately, this one is her own back and forth balance of adorable and maddening frustration.

Sequence and being told NO are not her best moments.

There is no constant for who is the easy one, or who is the favorite. 

There is this gem though.

The Pampered Chef, Deep Covered Baker

I know it just looks like a red pot.  I've been reading a lot of Disney books though and I know it's possible that even a donkey could pour gold coins out of his ear or brooms could clean by themselves....this is sort of like that.

I was recently told you could microwave a whole chicken and vegetables in this and it would taste like it had been roasted in the oven for over an hour.  I was a huge doubter because microwaving meat sounded nasty to me....but then I did it on Sunday and it was awesome.  It was juicy, evenly cooked, browned, and delicious. 

I, of course, promtly researched the health of microwaving food because who cares if it tastes good if it's really just radiation chicken that's ready to give us all cancer?  I mean, dinner would be done but it sort of doesn't seem worth it.  Turns out microwaving in stoneware (not BPA laden plasic of course) is better for the nutrient composition of foods staying in tact. 

Insert a lot of science words here.

Bottom line...not bad for you.

So, I guess I can microwave meats? 

I don't even know what to say anymore.  This doesn't make up for the disappoint of Great Clips, and the loss of my pretend friend, but it does make dinner a lot easier to prepare while riding out this rough patch with Cole.

Who's going to play Sequence with Stella though?  It's really awful.
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4 comments:

Samantha said...

Yay for safe microwaved meat. Life just got a whole lot better.

Shell said...

I go through that with my kids, too- one will be jumping up and down on my last nerve and another will save the day by being a sweet kid.

Adrienne said...

I have a rollercoaster kind of love for my kids. Up down, up down, up down, and thankfully they are never going through the same thing at the same time, b/c God knows I could not handle TWO handfuls. Oddly, my "Cole" is a gem right now, and my youngest is giving my trouble all of sudden. Go figure.

I can also relate to the strip mall fantasies. I recently went through exact (sad to admit) emotions over fantasies of wonderful places to shop, only to be met with a Big Lots and Pet Supermarket. Sigh...

Adrienne said...

I have a rollercoaster kind of love for my kids. Up down, up down, up down, and thankfully they are never going through the same thing at the same time, b/c God knows I could not handle TWO handfuls. Oddly, my "Cole" is a gem right now, and my youngest is giving my trouble all of sudden. Go figure.

I can also relate to the strip mall fantasies. I recently went through exact (sad to admit) emotions over fantasies of wonderful places to shop, only to be met with a Big Lots and Pet Supermarket. Sigh...