I am fond of most vegetables, and the ones I am not particularly fond of I know with enough butter and salt I can eat them. All but one, there is one measly vegetable that I just cannot make myself eat. In case you were wondering, it is the Lima Bean.
Last night for dinner I made lima beans. Not on purpose though, it was completely on accident. Because why would I make a vegetable that I actually hate? We try to eat early on nights when O has a game, if we eat too late then no one goes to bed at bed time. So last night I made a steak and potato dish, that is not the reason for this post, nope, it is the vegetable I picked. A few weeks ago when I was in the freezer section at Publix, I grabbed a few bags of the typical vegetables for meals. In effort to mix it up I grabbed a bag of BUTTER PEAS. They were green and white bean looking things in the picture on the bag. We like beans and even though my kids are extremely picky they will try new things so they can have input on it coming into the rotation.
I dumped them in boiling water just as dinner was finishing up. Gave them a few minutes to get hot, and put the bowl on the table. I scooped the babies up first so they would be cool enough to eat when I gave her the plate. I put butter and salt on top and served myself a spoonful. When I passed the bowl I told everyone they had to try both a white one and a green one. The census was mutual they were nasty. I thought they tasted like lima beans, O thought the same, Little A said “they are not terrible but I don’t want to eat them ever again.” R looked it up for us, apparently they WERE lima beans. They will never make it back into the vegetable rotation in our house.
Did you know that butter peas were also lima beans? Do you actually LIKE lima beans, or do you hate them? You should read Bad Case Of Stripes by David Shannon, it is a cute little story about a girl who wants to fit in more than anything else, and after that backfires on her she just wants to eat a plate of lima beans. Check it out if you get a chance!
Every few days I either lose my keys or lock myself out of the car or house. Mostly the house, sometimes the van too, but mostly the house. Yesterday afternoon I locked myself out of the house. I had both the babies (Ellen’s baby and PS) in the car. I had both girls buckled in their seat, I ran back to the house to grab the keys, the door was locked. With the keys inside, hanging so nicely on the hook. So at 3:10 yesterday I sat in my van and waited for a rescue. It was lovely in the car, both babies played, talked, shouted, then cried. I sat and thought about dinner, I thought about our evening plans, and birthday shopping, I texted a friend (never fear, the van doors were open and the weather was in the high 60’s we were safe) and I laughed at the baby who had pooped out her diaper. When I changed her 5 minutes earlier I wondered how she did not get poop on her clothes, there was so much poop in the diaper. I cleaned her up, and snapped her clothes back on, stuck her feet in shoes and then locked us out of the house. So there we sat, one of us in poopy pants but not poopy diaper, stuck in the car, and waiting for our help.
I know what you are thinking, you are thinking why don’t I have a hide-a-key, or why don’t I give a spare key to the neighbor? Well I don’t have a hide-a-key because I don’t think they are safe, and I already gave the neighbor a key, borrowed it at one time, and never gave it back to her. So the spare key was hanging on the key rack right next to the car keys I needed. (I’m just glad I did not make that as a resolution for this year…)
What about you, do you lock yourself out with regularity, what do you do to stop it from happening?
Go hug your kids, they need your love