Monster Muffins

The food battle-that-isn't-a-battle wages on with no end in sight. Grady isn't too keen on eating red meat (or any meat apart from bacon and cheeseburgers) so we suspect his iron is low. I am not above hiding sneaky ingredients in foods he accepts it turns out, so the idea of monster muffins was born. The muffins are satisfyingly green when you bite into them, and packed full of chocolate chips to keep kids interested. I admit I may be losing the food battle-that-isn't-a-battle but I don't know what else to do. 


3/4 cup whole wheat flour
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
3 medium-sized overripe bananas
2 cups (packed) baby spinach
1 egg
1/3 cup vegetable oil
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup chocolate chips (or other mix-ins like chopped nuts or dried fruit)


Preheat oven to 375F. Line muffin tin with paper liners.

In large mixing bowl, whisk together flours, sugar, baking soda, and salt.

In blender, buzz bananas and spinach until smooth, stopping occasionally to scrape down sides to make sure there are no rogue pieces of spinach. Add egg, oil, and vanilla and blend until mixed.

Pour wet ingredients into dry ingredients and stir gently until moistened. Fold in chocolate chips. Batter will be thick.

Spoon into muffin tin and bake 20-23 minutes until toothpick inserted in centre comes out clean.

Makes 12 regular-sized muffins.


How to Get a Urine Sample from a Child

Let's just file this under "stuff I know that I wish I didn't know."

I had to collect a urine sample from Grady last week. We had to do it a few times when he was really little but it was relatively simple. A nurse taped a sterile bag around his business and we just waited for him to pee. Once, when the situation was a bit more of an emergency, an extremely talented nurse managed to catch the pee in a cup midair when Grady unexpectedly started rage-peeing in response to the threat of a catheter.

Things are different now, though. Grady pees in the potty and he's old enough to pee in a sample cup. Old enough to do it, just not coordinated enough to do it himself. Also, he was a bit fussed by the whole thing. Why do I have to pee in a cup? We don't pee in cups! What are you going to do with my pee cup?

I was dreading the toilet cleanup that was sure to be necessary so I decided to let Grady pee in the shower (with the water off, to be clear). It worked perfectly. He thought it was hilarious, which eliminated the concern he felt about peeing in the cup. He filled the cup and the dribbles were washed straight down the drain as soon as we turned the shower on. No scrubbing necessary!

Meal Plan 09/19/2016 - 09/23/2016

Last week turned into a bit of a free-for-all with Shawn travelling and Grady adjusting to the school routine. This week I'm buckling down and enforcing our meal plan (famous last words, I fear).

Monday: Oven-roasted Chicken Shawarma with Garlic Sauce. Greek Salad. Turkish bread.

Tuesday: Mississippi Roast served on buns. Green salad.

Wednesday: Leftover Mississippi Roast served on giant green salads.

Thursday: Sausage Egg Roll in a Bowl made with ground turkey instead of sausage.

Friday: Tomato Sauce with Onion and Butter served with pasta and steamed broccoli.

What are you eating this week?


Shawn had to go to Dallas for work (or FUCKING DALLAS as its known around our house now) this week, which was also the week when Grady started attending full days of kindergarten (aka the week of Big! Emotions! and Many! Meltdowns!). As luck would have it, it was also the week when I injured my shoulder. Do you know what you can do with an injured shoulder? Not a whole lot, it turns out.

My parents dropped everything and came to my rescue. They rocked Pops and hung out with Grady. They did dishes and brought plum cake (my love language) and folded laundry. They did the school run and bath time and changed diapers and to top it all off, took me out for lunch where I had what is quite possibly the best burger I have ever eaten (Romer's Burger Bar's Man's Man, if you're curious).

I am ridiculously lucky is what I'm saying. My parents would (and do!) do anything for their kids and grandkids. I hope one day Grady and Poppy feel the same way about me and Shawn.