Archive for October, 2012

Indecision, It’s a Disease

Nothing says genetic dysfunction like watching your kids grow and seeing yourself in them. Gideon obviously has a personality similar to mine and, while I find it funny at times, it often drives me bonkers. Tear out my hair somebody get me a drink bonkers. Even better than seeing yourself, is recognizing your spouse in your child. Washington has already shown some traits that aresimilar to Ries.

My husband, bless his heart, is good at making big decisions. If it is what kind of car to buy, whether to take a different job, or some other large, life altering choice, he makes charts, considers carefully, and decides. He is the decider. No problem.

However, if it is what to eat for lunch, what toppings he should have on his pizza, or what shirt to wear (he has them organized in the closet so he just chooses the next in line), he is paralyzed by indecision. He agonizes over things that make no difference in the grand scheme of life and often will either choose not to choose or I just pick for him. Ries would point out here that choosing not to choose is actually a choice. Noted, but not accepted.

This morning, I watched as Washington was paralyzed by indecision while eating pancakes. Washington held the fork in his chubby hand and considered his plate. The fork wavered over one piece, then another. He circled the fork in the air, trying to choose which pancake square to choose. His frown went down with his eyebrows followed suit. I almost laughed because I knew what was next.

After about 30 seconds of fork wavering, unable to choose which bite of succulent blueberry pancake to eat, Washington looked up from his plate at me and cried in frustration. I solved the problem by walking to his side, stabbing a piece of pancake, and shoving it in his mouth.

Viola! Mom does all the things.

I foresee the future and it is Gideon and I making all the mundane decisions for our family while the other two bite their fingernails and worry over whether our pizza should include mushrooms (the answer is almost always, yes it should).


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I recently shared with you that Gideon believes that Mom does “all the things.” I have further evidence to support this idea.

Wash is an adorable 18 month old chap. He does everything his brother does (no matter how naughty), eats like a man determined to gain weight (he IS growing), and still only has 5 teeth (though he is working on two more). What he does not do yet is talk. Much.

He says some words: Ma. Da. Daw (dog). Mo (milk). Sna (snack).

Every once in awhile, he will say a word, like “down’ or “papa”, but then not repeat it again for a week or two. What is the most amusing, is his use of the word “ma.”

“Ma” means a lot of things. It means Mom, obviously, but it also frequently used to indicate the following:

  • Hey, look at me.
  • Look over there.
  • Put on my shoe.
  • Put this sock on my foot.
  • Gideon won’t stop laying on me.
  • Gideon won’t stop tackling me.
  • I want some milk.
  • I’m hungry.
  • I want a bath.
  • I’m ready for bed (this is accompanied by him man-handling my chest since bedtime is the only time he is nursed).
  • I’m excited! And yelling!
  • I peed in my diaper, please change me. Also, there may be poop.
  • My hands are dirty because I got tired of using my spoon for the yogurt.
  • My water is gone, please fix that.
  • The TV is not on. That needs to change.
  • Look at the ridiculous thing this Elmo kid is doing! Mr. Noodles is an idiot.

Ma can mean many things. Why? Because Mom does all the things.

This would be sad and tragic if I had a husband who was uninvolved in the house and our boys. That could not be farther from the truth. I am blessed with a man who does many, many things around our house and who adores spending time with his boys.

It has become the family joke, that I do all the things.

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We love pancakes at our house. Well, the boys and I love pancakes. Ries prefers protein in the morning. He still eats the breakfasts that involve mostly carbs, because he knows what’s good for him. 🙂

These pancakes are sweet and hearty, a wonderful combination to start off your morning. This recipe tastes best with old fashioned oats, but if you do not mind a chewier pancake ( I love’em!) try using thick cut oats. We most often have the thick cut on hand, so that is what I use. I did try using a hot cereal blend, similar to steel cut oats, but it was too crunchy. If you want to use this kind of oat, I would suggest increasing the liquid and letting it sit a few minutes to let the oats soften.

Brown Sugar Oatmeal Pancakes

  • 1/2 c. + 2 tbls. oats
  • 1/2 c.  wheat flour
  • 1/2 c. unbleached flour
  • 1/2 tsp. baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 1/3 c. brown sugar, packed
  • 1 egg
  • 2 tbls. olive oil (you can use veg oil or butter)
  • 1 c. milk
  • 1 tsp. vanilla

Add all the dry ingredients in a medium bowl and stir well with a whisk. Make a well in the center of the dry mix and add the wet ingredients. Stir with the whisk until well combined.

Pour desired amount of batter into a pan over medium high heat. Flip the pancakes when the sides begin to firm. After a couple minutes, check the bottom. Remove the pancakes when lightly browned.


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