Oh, the world is full of slippery slopes, when you start really thinking about food and kids and trying to stand by your principles and all of that. Bettina of The Lunch Tray yesterday referred to me as an “Uber-Mom,”
Tag: lunchboxes
It’s almost Halloween, and as much as I may not fully throw myself into participating (for example, ours is one of the only houses on the street lacking inflatable ghosts, scarecrows staked into the yard, and other various eye-catching decorative
Today is sort of a fun day for no particularly good reason. I mean, I’m still at work; we still had the usual craziness of juggling all the morning stuff and getting everybody out the door on time; I’ve been
Ack! Last-minute School Bake Sale! Resolution to lay off the muffins fails! Mommy goes into a tailspin! OK, not really so much with the tailspin part — but there WAS a last-minute school bake sale today, which of course I
I must confess: I screwed up with the lunch thing this week. Truly, monumentally screwed it up. It’s not that I screwed up in the sense that my kids haven’t had decent lunches. They’ve been okay. But I screwed up
After a brief hiatus from the topic of “how others perceive the way the Red, Round or Green family eats,” I’m back on track today. I said I’d talk at some point about how people outside of our extended families
Some of you faithful readers may recall that I’ve mentioned my choral rehearsals, which happen on Tuesday nights. Yes, I work full-time, have two kids, and sing with a pretty serious choral group, among other things. Yes, I’m insane. But
I haven’t posted in a few days, I know — I sort of “unplugged” over the long weekend to enjoy some wonderful, exhausting, and practically mandatory Fall activities with J. and the boys. Between picking apples and pumpkins, visiting with
Two things happened yesterday in my kitchen that are worth blogging about today, I think. One is the easier/less complex of the two: after giving you all a glimpse into the weekend schedule at the RRG household, in an attempt
Toddlers, oy! That’s all I can think when I reflect on the events of last night’s dinner at our house. I keep shaking my head, both in disbelief and in fits of self-doubt, as I recall exactly how things unfolded