After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.

Friday, September 3, 2010

I'm hoarding Oreo pie

I love Idaho.  Around here when someone has a baby people bring a meal.  It's awesome.  Between my mom here the week before the baby was born, the week after the baby was born, and friends bringing dinner, I haven't cooked dinner in three weeks!  (Actually, one night we did cook dinner and after lots of chaos and some yelling, we sat down to a cold dinner.  It was very sad, actually.  I think we're getting it together now, so there is hope!)

We've had super yummy food.  Including an Oreo pie the kids don't even know is here.  No, I'm not planning to eat the whole thing in one sitting.  It's been going a piece at a time.  But it's one of those things Brent doesn't want to eat and I don't want my kids to have.  I do try to limit the amount of sugar the kids get, especially before bed.  If they have something like a piece of Oreo pie or even ice cream before bed, they don't sleep until some ungodly hour.  So, I just don't keep stuff like that around and it saves a lot of whining and sleeplessness. 

So, what's a mom to do?? I certainly don't want it to go to waste. The things we are forced to do as parents. 

Speaking of ice cream, I had another million dollar idea the other day.  I was wishing for ice cream and at the same time pouting that I didn't like having it in the house for the kids to devour and it hit me.  What if ice cream came in a bag like frozen vegetables do, only they were individually frozen scoops and the bag said something like, "Liver and Onions."  I would invest in stock for something like that.  Ice cream disguised as something kids don't like. 

And frankly, I don't like liver and onions either, so if they asked what that was, I'd have to tell them that they wouldn't like it.


Dad at the Prison said...

That is just mean!

Heidi said...

What's mean? Not sharing the Oreo pie or keeping them from liver and onions?

Dad at the prison said...

Disguising ice cream as L&O. What happens if your kids come to grandpa's and get Liver and onions and like it? I don't blame you for not sharing the Oreo pie. I could do that!