Sugar Rush

I feel the need to start this by saying that I love vegetables. I eat a variety of nutritious foods. I cook the majority of my meals. I also have a killer sweet tooth. 

Not like “oh I enjoy a square of dark chocolate in the evening.” No, I want artificial flavours and bright colours and sour powder and straight up trash candy.  

I try not to eat a lot of candy but when I do, it’s the candy an elementary school child would enjoy. I refuse to feel any shame over this.  

It took three and a half hours for Poppy to fall asleep tonight, and sometime after the stories / songs / back rub portion of the shenanigans but before the open weeping, I kind of checked out mentally (it was best for both of us for me to stop engaging) and tried to figure out my favourite candy of all time.  

An impossible task, I know, but I’ve narrowed it down to my top three: 

1. Hot Tamales (the burnier, the better) 

2. Sour Patch Kids (apparently I just really hate my tongue) 

3. Skittles (which can be ranked as follows: Tropical, Original, Berry, and I refuse to acknowledge any of the other types). 

What tops your favourite candy list? (If you’re someone who doesn’t eat candy that’s great, I’m really happy for you, this post isn’t for you.) 

 

Smile

Poppy tripped and fell teeth-first into a wooden coffee table on Easter weekend. It was pretty terrible. Tears, blood, swelling, but thankfully her teeth remained intact (ish) (baby gal already had some chips from a couple bathtub incidents). We were lucky and the table absorbed a lot of the impact. 

We saw a doctor and her regular dentist after it happened, and both recommended that we see a pediatric dental specialist to rule out any damage above the gum line. I was skeptical. Poppy’s seen her dentist since before she turned one (my babies got their first teeth early) but she has yet to have an actual exam. We go and talk to the dentist, we sit in the chair, we hold some of the tools, we refuse to open our mouth, and then we get to choose a prize from the treasure chest. I don’t remember the process being as agonizing with Grady, but I can’t argue with the results. Grady is a kid who is completely comfortable in the dentist chair and I’m fairly certain it’s being we invested so much time in making the dentist a fun and relaxing place to be. 

The specialist called last week to confirm Poppy’s appointment and I voiced my concern. I wanted to give them a heads up that we would be following Poppy’s lead and I wouldn’t force her to endure an exam if she wasn’t willing. If I was concerned about anything specific, it would be a different story, but she seems to have healed well and her teeth are not wiggly, out of place, or discoloured. I didn’t consider this appointment the same as when Grady needed stitches or Poppy needed an Epi-Pen administered; in those cases I absolutely held my babies down as they fought for freedom. It had to be done. But this didn’t feel like that so I informed the specialist.   

They were receptive to what I was saying, but reassured me that their office is set up to cater to kids, they deal with kids all day long, they’re pros, they have their tricks and hacks to get kids excited and cooperative, etc. And the whole time I was very Jennifer-Lawrence-OK-gif but what else could I do but try to prepare them the best I could and then sit back and let them work?

Our appointment was today. Poppy was impressed with the office (there was a kid-sized pirate ship in the waiting room!)  but when it came to the actual exam, she wasn’t having it. The staff was amazing, and they tried so hard to make her comfortable, but in the end we didn’t get much done. The dentist did end up getting a look at her teeth but the dentist also got her finger bitten when she didn’t stop when Poppy told her to stop. I would have loved to be proven wrong, and walk out with a set of X-rays and a detailed exam, but in the end all I had was the knowledge that I know my kid really well. 

Moon Magic

I like to mark the full moon by reflecting on the previous weeks and setting intentions for the coming weeks. I know it’s typically more of a new moon activity but I’m a visual beast and I connect better with the full moon. 

This morning I was in a bit of a tizz as I packed school bags and lunches and got kids in their shoes and car seats etc. At one point Poppy grabbed my face and yelled, “HILLARY, DON’T BE MAD.”  And I wasn’t mad, I was just stressed out and trying to do 87 things in four minutes, but it’s stuck with me all day. Partly because it’s hilarious but also because it’s made me realize how wound up I get when I think I’m going to be late or when my brain is going in too many directions. 

I’m not going to set a bunch of intentions or goals tonight. I’m going to set one: slow down. Slow down with the kids, with Shawn, with myself. Take a breath. Do one thing at a time. Give people my full attention. Sit down when I eat instead of shovelling food into my mouth while I help kids get dressed and sign permissions slips. Slow down my speech, think about what I want to say, say it kindly. Be with the people I’m with. 

What’s your full moon magic? 

Meal Plan 06/17/2019-06/21/2019

We went away for the weekend and had a lot of fun but did not eat a lot of vegetables. French fries were in heavy rotation. Pizza made an appearance every single day. We are desperate for some lean protein, whole grains, and leafy greens is what I’m saying.

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Monday: Grilled Tofu Satay served with steamed broccoli and kale.  

Tuesday: Cobb Salad.

Wednesday: Honey-Lime Chipotle Chicken Fajita Bowls.

Thursday: Falafel Salad with Tzatziki.

Friday: We’re celebrating the dads with a belated Father’s Day feast. Sous vide flank steak served with Chimichurri Sauce, corn on the cob served with cilantro lime compound butter, Smitten Kitchen’s Pasta Salad with Roasted Tomatoes, and a simple green salad for dinner, and Strawberry Shortcake with local berries for dessert.

What’s on your meal plan this week?