Today’s Lesson: If you’re going to put something in the oven, then you should at least turn it on first.
This was not the first time – nor will it be the last – that I’ve tried to put food in a cold oven. When I was still at my parent’s house, I got used to only having to turn one dial to turn the oven on. I can’t recall if my mother’s oven was permanently set to bake and we changed the temperature or if it was always at 350 and we turned the other dial to bake. Either way, I only turned one. That stuck in my head.
Now that I have my own oven, I know darn well that I have to turn both dials simply because I keep turning both off when I’m done. Yet every now and then, I find myself forgetting and lapsing back to what I grew up with. Today was one of those days. I started out well: I had taken chicken out of the freezer to thaw early in the day and figured I’d have the kids eating at a decent time. I followed up by cleaning the bathroom when I should have been prepping dinner. It was okay though; I was just going to throw s o me stuff in a Ziplock bag, add the chicken, shake and then stuff it in the oven.
I was a little bit slack the other day when it came to writing, so I’ve decided to make this one short and then combine days three and four. I figured I’d get a head start on my daily Christmas-ing and made pancakes for the boys for breakfast. How is that Christmas-y? Simple! Last year, we received a pancake pan that makes pancakes with shapes in them.
I have a feeling that it came in the gift basket from our realtor when we moved into the house. There’s no guarantee on that though, it could just as well come from either of our parents. Anyway, this particular pan makes four different (tiny) pancakes: Santa, a snowman, a gingerbread man, and a tree. Aiden just happens to be a tree hog…at least of his 7 pancakes, I swear that he had 3-4 trees. The boys were thrilled to be getting pancakes in the first place and were impressed with the molded ones. I suppose it’s a good thing that they forgot about the pan over the course of the year, that way I could surprise them again.
So I held off doing anything Christmas-y (aside from gift shopping and making) until the beginning of December. Today was supposed to be my big start but with a sick baby (and the real baby has a cold too), preschool for Liam, and Aiden’s parent-teacher meeting this afternoon, I wound up not having enough time to really get started…that and my living room is a mess so I have to clean it up (and put away the Halloween stuff) before I can truly decorate for Christmas.
With the little one’s big 0.5 looming on the horizon, I figured it would be a good idea to get the high chair all set up and ready to go. We had picked up a Safety 1st seat that straps to a chair for our fist guy since we didn’t have lots of space in the apartment for a full chair. The beauty of that chair was that you could take it apart in stages to fit your child’s needs.The problem is that it is now “Lot 6-6-6, a highchair in pieces.” Not that it’s up for auction, just that was scattered all over the apartment as we took it apart and then all over the house after we moved. I have thus far managed to find three pieces: the seat, the back, and the tray. “Not Bad!” you might think…except that the shoulder straps are with the lining that is currently M.I.A.
Food is a major issue in our house. This is mostly because we’ve spent the last year trying to come up with foods that the oldest boy would eat in a reasonable time, although recently, the toddler has been proving difficult to feed as well. We’ve finally hit on a few things that they will eat and I’m in the process of setting up a two or three week dinner schedule to get me organized. In the meantime, we were down to next to no meat in our freezer and needed to restock. We had managed to go months with only buying the occasional package of hamburger, or easy to cook beef for stir-fry while using up our stock, but it was time for a Costco run.