Caveman Brunch

I haven’t posted for a few days because we haven’t been eating anything exciting. Boring food, much to my daughters disappointment.  But we’re breaking out of our rut!  This Father’s Day morning I made brunch for the family.  Banana Nut Pancakes, which everyone but my hubby loved.  (In my defense, he has a narrow field of what a” good” pancake is.  And that field is solely occupied by a certain restaurant.) These pancakes are gluten-free.  I’m trying out the Paleo Diet.  If I decide to stick with it,  I’ll probably do a Flex-Paleo, with grains once or twice a week.  And don’t worry, I’ll still bake.

Paleo Pancakes

  • 3 bananas
  • 3 eggs
  • 1/4 cup almond butter
  • 1/4 cup almond meal/flour
  • 1/2 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla extract

Mash the bananas, It works best if they are over ripe.  I made the mistake of buying barely ripe bananas, but here’s what you do; Mash ‘em with a potato masher about 15 minutes before you start and let them sit.  They will get nice and soft.  And brown.  But since they go in batter no one will care.

Combine everything.  I recommend, at the least, a hand mixer.  Blender would be best.  You want a very smooth batter and that’s hard to get with this recipe.

Cook like you would normal pancakes and serve.

Bonjour, Boo

I just finished reading Bringing Up Bebè.  It turns out we’re raising very French kids.  The boy already sleeps through the night and we’re on a regular feeding schedule that works with our meal times.  Boo always says hello and goodbye (A big thing in France, apparently).  She rarely throws tantrums and behaves admirably in restaurants.  And food! French children, according to the book, eat or at least try everything.  There are no special meals made and no children’s menu.  Boo has in the past week tried sautéed veal and couscous, carrot and chickpea tagine, barbacoa beef, and grilled mahi mahi.  Not mentioned are the various vegetables and salads.  And she tries it all, in fact most of it gets eaten. 

The other aspect of French mothering is “never forget you are a women first and a mother second.”  I’m good at this one, it comes from my favorite sin, Pride.  I am one of those women who puts on make up to go the grocery store.  I would never be caught dead in public wearing sweatpants and a baggy tee.  Even when I’ m out jogging, my clothes are “nice”.  My MIL found it odd that I dressed up for the playground in skinny jeans and pumps.  Of course, I just let my child play.  I don’t need to follow her up on the structures, narrating everything they do. 

At Long Last…

Finally, a moment to myself to blog.  Between class, work, my dad’s health scare and childcare I feel like robo-mom.  ~Bzzt~ MUST GOGOGO ~bzzt~ TIME TO RECHARGE ~bzzt~

It feels good to relax.  My hubby has been sending me on errands, just to get me around out of the house and away from the kids.  Work doesn’t count, because I bring the breastfeeding wonder with me.  College doesn’t count, some of those students are less mature than my two year old.  Somehow, grocery shopping becomes my grown-up time.

Outside Boo


Hanging at the park

On a better note, it has been unseasonably warm around here.  I love taking my kids to the park where I can shock and awe the other mothers.  See, I don’t feel it necessary to follow my kid around and narrate everything she does.  I let her have her freedom.  I let her go to the opposite end of the playground.  I don’t  intervene when conflicts arise, but let her handle it, or more likely let the other parent handle it.  I also don’t feel the need to feed my child a snack every five minutes.  You would think I was letting her play with knives and poisonous snakes.  I’ve given up on making “playground pals” with other moms.

Tough Month

I didn’t mean to take the month of March off, but life happens.  My dad ended up in the hospital and we (the DH and I) discovered how bad it was.  We took him in for a few days and I will be checking on him once a week.  I expect to do a real blog this week end.

Ciao for now.

Weekend Photo Dump

We seldom get a real weekend.  Between my DH’s job, family matters and kid stuff, we are go,go,go nearly all the time and this weekend was just the same.  However, we did manage some down time on Sunday.

Our delicious breakfast of Panera scones.
I had time to indulge in my newest hobby (because I don’t have enough on my plate right now)
The toddler got to watch her favorite move in her favorite hoodie.
The little one didn’t show much interest in the movie.
The hubby still had to work.  Poor guy, our snow blower died and he had to do it by hand.
Later, every one was treated to a partially tuned ukulele recital.

Welcome to the World

Welcome to the world Baby Ro-Ro.  I finally gave birth on Feb 8th to a happy healthy 8lb baby boy.  We got home that Friday and my daughter got to meet him.  This is the first break I’ve had, between toddler/baby wrangling and my classes.  *Deep Breath*.

So far I have been pretty Zen about the whole thing.  I’m not nearly as tired or emotional as I was the first time.  Which is not to say I haven’t had my moments.  The day I came home I found myself crying at an episode of The Avengers.  In my defense, Ant-Man got hurt and told Wasp how he felt.  It was very touching.