I hate teeth.

I know we need them to chew and stuff so I guess they are important in their own right but a year and a half of cranky whining screaming keeping me up at night foolishness from my kid seems a bit of an overkill.

What the hell did I ever do to you teeth?

The only thing that makes it okay is this.

New Recipe!

I like to cook. Love it, actually. I'm not a fabulous cook, I'm decent, but love it anyway. Having a toddler who refuses to eat any sort of vegetable (I'm convinced it's because of the color) is annoying at times, so I have to get creative and sneak the vegetables in so she doesn't realize she's eating them. It works with things like chicken nuggets and fritattas but I need new ideas. So after reading this FABULOUS blog called Annie's Eats: (http://annies-eats.com/) I was inspired to try a new recipe.

I have no idea what these would be called because I just threw it together so bear with me.

1 can of crescent rolls (biscuits or pizza dough would work well, also)
Sliced Turkey
Cheese
Vegetable (I used spinach)

I took the crescents out and separated them and then trimmed each crescent to make a square. I added turkey, cheese, and a little spinach and then folded dough around to make a pocket.
I baked at 400 for 11 minutes or so until they were golden brown and viola! It's a baby hot pocket! AND...this is the best part...they are PORTABLE. My messy kid ate one on the couch and didn't make a huge mess! These can be premade and frozen for sure.

I'm now imagining all sorts of possibilities. Pepporoni pizza, crab meat, hamburger, chicken. Just add your favorite cheese and favorite vegetable! These would make great appetizers as well and hold on...even BREAKFAST! I'm sure you could add some cheese, bacon, and scambled egg as well.

And the best part is that my kid ate spinach and asked for more later. Here's a pic I took, sorry about the quality it's from my phone.


Even Jim loved these, and they took about next to nothing to throw together. Next time I might use canned pizza dough as there is more of it and it might be easier to use.

Determination sometimes isn't a good trait to have

Last night Addy and Sadie the dog were in the living room watching Elmo. This is our nightly routine when we get home from school as I get dinner ready. I hear Addy WAILING and I run in there to investigate. She is so upset that when I ask her what's wrong she can't even talk. She just wails. So I said "Did Sadie bite you?" More crying. Now I'm freaked thinking that my sweet puppy has turned into cujo so I look at Sadie who is cowering in her bed with this dejected look of guilt on her face and give her a stern what did you do look. Then I notice the cookie. Addy's cookie is half gone and it doesn't look like she's the one who enjoyed it. AhHA. So I ask her if Sadie ate her cookie and I get a mumbled cry and a nod and then a whimpering "ess". I decided to discipline Sadie by saying "NO Sadie you don't eat her cookies!" which resulted in more Sadie sulking. This didn't resolve the issue though because then Addy runs over to Sadie and yells "NO! NO!! COOKIE!! NOOOOOOOOO!" as she tries to PRY the cookie from Sadie's mouth! Poor dog.

So this may have been a fluke...

But I *think* Addy counted to twelve this weekend. Which was shocking. My mouth is still agape. We were cleaning the bathroom together, and when I say cleaning I mean I was cleaning while Addy threw every toy, towel, piece of clothing, shoes, and whatever she could find into the bathtub...

Anyway, she was distracted so I started counting and said "one" and she answered "two" so I say "three" and she answers "four" and we continued like this ALL the way up to twelve. TWELVE. Is that even possible for a twenty month old? I was shocked, proud, and looking at her like she was some kind of alien kid sent from outer space with some weird genius intelligence that I would never comprehend. Okay a little dramatic...but still..OMG.

But the kicker is that when I tried to show Jim the brilliance that we have created, she couldn't recall all the numbers in the correct order and WOULD not perform as I asked (hmph- sassy kid) so I couldn't get the "proof" that every mom (admit it- you all do it) does in order to brag to family members and friends. But *I* know what happened. I was there. :D

What this means is that I will desperately be shoving the video camera in her face until I catch this on film...which also means that she will stubbornly refuse to count- at all... period - because she doesn't perform on command. She's cool like that. It's a vicious cycle....