Kitchen table talk....

Life has gotten crazy and it has been a very long time since I last blogged. I am going to try and get back into the swing of it again starting with this post. The boys are now 5 and 2, I cannot believe that they are this old; it seems like yesterday that I was in the delivery room having Keaton. Brodie has taken on new activities, soccer and soon to be t-ball, Keaton doesn’t yet get to play but he sure does cheer his brother on.   And he is just as excited, if not more than, his brother to go to practices and games. The extra activities take some getting used to, they throw a curve ball into our normal schedule and routine but for the most part the boys take it in stride and are able to adjust (better than I do normally) to the changes, which frequently include a more rushed dinner time, shorter bath times and later bedtimes. I admit that I am not a diehard sports mom and do not want my kids to live and breathe sports. I want them to understand that sports are a privilege and mu

Have you seen the blurb "I am not friend I am your parent" here is the link for you to take a look       http://pinterest.com/pin/24206916716658835/ Okay so here is the thing with this blurb, IT IS ME. I have told so many that I will have no problem hunting my kids down if I think the situation calls for it and that most likely I will then proceed to flip out on them for making a choice that caused me to have to 'hunt them down'. If you know me you know I am constantly worry about my children, not saying that you don't I just seem to be a bit more anxious about things that haven't happened and anxious about what I can do now as a parent to prevent those "bad" things from happening. I am a people watcher by nature, people are very interesting to me even the crazies at the local big warehouse store-it seems to really pull the crazies out. More often now however, I find myself watching others parent and wonder if my kids react to me the same way t

We have a sick kiddo in the Whelpley house. Brodie has some form of a stomach bug that has pretty much destroyed his appetite and has also seemed to prevent him from keeping too much in his system.  Luckily, we have been able to keep fluids in his tummy but his interest in food is nil and we have to remind him to drink. I have taken to offering him only BRAT diet items Bananas--had no interest Rice---didn't actually offer this I knew he would say no Apples--had no interest Toast--ding ding!!! the only winner in the group He would only eat about one bite of the toast but it was still a bit of something solid in him and better than nothing (I think :/). He has kept down his Gatorade and water....his poor little face is so pale and he complains that his tummy hurts, sick kids are the worst. I am sure that tomorrow will bring a day home from school with most of the day spent laying around watching Disney Jr. and pushing fluids into him. The purpose of the post was to remind

Does anyone else enjoy watching old TV?  I have a fondness for 80’s shows like Murder She Wrote, Magnum P.I., Columbo, Diagnosis Murder, Father Dowling Mysteries, Threes Company and Dallas.  I am sure at this point you get the point that I am a big fan of old school programs and many times prefer those to shows to anything that is on TV now, don’t get me wrong I enjoy a good episode of Survivor, Scandal and Parenthood as much as the next guy but there really is something about the simplicity of TV from back then.  My favorite of all the old shows is definitely Murder She Wrote, my brother and I watched this show every Sunday evening with my mom and it is where I believe my love of a good murder mystery took root in me and the desire to live in Cabot Cove, Maine.  I wonder is there really a Cabot Cove, Maine. Going to have to look this up on Google. I believe that the simpler times are something that I long for, as in previous posts I noted that I was born in the wrong era that I

Okay, so I have a recipe for you, or shall I say a recipe that I want to keep you from. This is going to be a very short and to the point post, I am going to give you the recipe right under this sentence. Orange Chicken in the crock pot Ingredients: 2 lg carrots, peeled and sliced 2 lg red or green bell peppers, cut into chunks 3 cloves of garlic, finely minced 4 boneless/skinless chicken breasts 2 tsp. ground ginger 1 tsp. salt 1/2 tsp pepper 8oz OJ concentrate 2 cans mandarin oranges, undrained 2 green onions, chopped 2 cups hot cooked rice Directions: put carrots, bell peppers, garlic then the chicken, ginger, salt, pepper and frozen OJ in crock pot.  Cover and cook on low for 4-6hrs.  Serve chicken on hot rice, top with orange segments and green onions You may wonder why if I say the recipe is bad I would give you the recipe, I want to ensure that you know the exact recipe that I am talking about. I am not sure why it was so bad, maybe the OJ, I still cannot

Well we didn’t make it to church on Sunday, I really had good intentions of getting the entire crew their however a few little barriers stepped in the way. First, Brodie stayed Saturday night with my mom (he normally stays at least one night on the weekend with her), and she had mentioned that evening before they headed out that she wasn’t feeling great, so about 6:15am on Sunday morning I heard my phone ringing in the kitchen, knowing that it was her I didn’t get to excited about getting out of bed to run out to the kitchen to answer it, I figured she was just calling to make sure we were up and getting ready and that nothing had changed.  However, when I finally did get to my phone and call her back I could tell by her voice she wasn’t calling to give me a hard time about having to get up early she was calling to tell me she was not feeling well at all.  She said she had been up a good part of the night and needed one of us to come and get Brodie because she wasn’t going to make i