My kiddos have been perusing old entries of this blog. I guess it might be time to start again. I have been publishing "newsletters" in our family for the kids' scrapbooks but maybe I can do a little combo so there is always an electronic version that is easy to access. We'll see! But for now, I will start blogging a bit again.
If any of you aren't familiar with the Veggie Tales Christmas song, it is a classic among our house. In fact, we first were exposed to it via cassette tape version. I know. We loved it first. Here is a youtube version to set the stage:
As the driver, Daddy got to listen to this song a lot. The whole cassette was a darling addition to our Christmas fun! So he was very familiar with the term "pierogi." However, we had never experienced it for ourselves.

Fast forward to the other day when we were having some time alone at Aldi, my favorite grocery store ever. (Sorry, Macey's. You betrayed me.) Aldi is a German-origin store that I first fell in love with in Hungary. When I found on in Medina, NY, it was like coming home. Aldi has a great assortment of everything random and delicious...along with some very economically priced basics that comprise most of our diet. Well, as Quinn and I were perusing the store on our way out, Quinn said, "Hey! Pierogis!" It took a minute for my mom-brain to make the jump between the freezer section at Aldi and driving in the car so many years ago with Veggie Tales blasting but after a moment or two, it connected.
Well, we decided to take the plunge and try them out! We followed the recipe on the back for heating them up, defaulting to the fried version over the traditional "steamed" or "boiled." We got them ready and I was looking for a side dish, when Xai, the randomness-master of our family, came into the kitchen to join us in nosing around. At 7 he is at that adorable "full of life and opinion" phase that begins at 2 and ends when they hit puberty--when the opinion stays but the cuteness is sucked into some other unmentionable form. He pulled open the veggie drawer and said, as only he can, with abounding enthusiasm, "Cabbage?!? Cabbage?!? Isn't that what we have with butter and salt on??" After receiving a confirmation, he exclaimed, "I love cabbage!!!" and proceeded to beg me to make some for dinner.
Why not?
Quinn and I proceeded to chuckle as we thought of all the random, healthy things most of our kids like: brussel sprouts, asparagus (very much a favorite), sauteed mushrooms and especially, salads with sauteed chickpeas as a topping. The key is to serve it up and say, "This is just for Mommy and Daddy, but we will give you a taste."
As you can see from his photo, he also loves to work with things on the cutting board. Daily I will find him and Eli with a cutting board, a peeler and an apple, shaving away at it until it is hard to shave and then they eat the core. They eat the shavings as well, so it makes for a fun snack. In the photo, I was supervising as he tried cutting potatoes for the first time. He always loves to help but sometimes it is challenging to find ways for them to help. For this experience, I would get them sliced into flat slices and then he would cube them. He did really well until he did get a little slice that was quickly remedied with a bandaid...but he was done for a while :D.
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Speaking of food, Eli came down the stairs this morning as always, slowly, step by step and walked slowly up to me. I saw his smoothie shadow: the traces of the smoothie that he had yesterday for lunch. He loves to take his homemade bread fresh out of the oven and dip it into our spinach-kefir-fruit smoothie. Like I said above. My kids are kind of strange.
I confess. I am not very good at eating healthy food that doesn't taste amazing. I have adapted our fruit smoothie recipe to closely resemble orange julius...well, as much as a smoothie can, I believe.
So my sauteed chickpeas have seasoning and butter. My cabbage, lots of butter and salt. My homemade bread, well...I guess that is pretty unadulterated until the kids lather it with butter, freezer jam or honey. But they get the nutrients, right :)?
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This reminds me of the appointment I had with Liesl at the doctor yesterday. We do some immunizations, slow and individually determined how and when to do it and I finally found a doctor out here that doesn't give me a hard time about it. So I took my little Zuli, with her back pack and princess dress to get her check-up and shots. I was prepared. I had her sparkle princess shoes on, her hair done, a binki and a back-up one and two packages of fruit snacks, a rare treat in our house.
When they asked about what she does, I must confess that Lily has done a good job with her:
-she counts past 10
-says her ABC's pretty clearly
-is pretty articulate in a lot of things, although still babbles with delightful incoherence enough to be a toddler still
-sleeps well
-loves to sing.
While I guess that she would do some of these things naturally, Lily's patience with her is simply beautiful and inspiring. Just watching Lily has changed how I parent.
But back to the visit, they asked about her eating and I told them she loves smoothies and eating the salad off my plate. Again, it is fun that my kids will eat most anything...probably because of all that doctoring up I referred to ;). She got her finger poked while eating a fruit snack, so didn't have much room to protest while they drew her blood. The shots were not fun, of course, but as usual, she settled down to an affronted cry within moment. The darling kept saying, "Sorry, Mommy," as though she had done something wrong! Oh, the sweetie! I kept saying, "No, I'm sorry, sweetie" as we snuggled and got back into our outside gear to face the great outdoors. She is so tenderhearted!
(Story about the princess dress: this dress is one that she insists on wearing every day. We try to get it in the wash at night when she is distracted--sometimes that doesn't work--so it can be clean by morning. I don't think I remember having a child so obsessed with just one article of clothing before. It is cute when it is not generating a melt down about "princess!! princess!!!" Her articulateness helps to a degree but not when the dress is dirty.)




