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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Italian Pot Roast
Allow me to begin this post by stressing that I CAN NOT cook. Any recipe mentioned on this blog will have come from another source, and I will always give credit when I know where it came from. Despite my culinary deficiencies, I love to cook and especially enjoy sharing a really good recipe. And you know, if I can recreate the recipe; then it must be easy!
My little man really enjoyed helping me create last evening's family meal, it was super simple and most yummy...
Convincing myself, Noggin really is educational and 30 more minutes will truly benefit me and my child.
Digging slightly used ankle socks out of the dirty laundry because I have 10 minutes before the tardy bell and my child refuses the perfectly clean pair of tube socks in his drawer.
Telling my child to eat all of his vegetables, or lose the cookie (knowing full well, he will not eat the veggies, and the cookie is all mine.)
Pudging around the waist because I am too busy taking care of everyone else to take care of myself (okay, and the cookie thing.)
Telling my kiddo, “I love you” 20 times a day; just in case he didn’t hear or believe me the first 19 times.
Thanking God (with tears pouring from my eyes) for my child's good health every time I see a St. Jude’s commercial, and vowing to donate as much money as possible; just please God, let him stay healthy.
Laughing sooo hysterically I almost pee on myself because I catch a glimpse in the rearview mirror of my little goofball dancing in all his glory, without an once of inhibition to Brit’s “Circus.”
Being the best mother I am able, with all that I have (which is truly more than enough) and yet never believing I am good enough to deserve this miracle who has captured every ounce of my heart.
Not the best, certainly not the worst; I am a mom. Fortunate enough to have a husband who works his bum off so that I can play super-stay-at-home-mom; I am here to share my trails, tribulations, and ever so joyous moments of mommy hood. A sarcastic "dog", I am not your typical PTA mom. I have a big mouth, and way too many opinions to share. Curious about blogging, and hoping to relieve my glorious girlfriends from my continuous ranting, here I am in all my glory. Please, join me.