There are three really great things about this recipe. One, it was so easy to make with very little prep time. Two, you can put it on several different things: crackers, bread, veggies, etc. Three, it is one of those fabulous meals that combines meat and vegetables. We as mothers know, there is no easier way to get a child to eat vegetables than to hide it in a yummy dish. (more…)
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Riley and Story are both strong members of the Yogurt Raisin fan club. We made these cookies for our Leprechaun Trap Making Party and they were a big hit! A yummy variation of the Oatmeal Cookie. Want to make them festive? Add a little green food coloring for the perfect St. Patrick’s Day treat!
1 cup margarine or butter
1 cup sugar
1 cup brown sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 cups flour
1 1/2 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
3 cups Oats
1-1 1/2 cup yogurt raisins
1) Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
2) Combine butter, sugar, and brown butter in bowl and cream until smooth.
3) Mix in eggs and vanilla.
4) Add flour, baking soda, salt, and cinnamon and stir until thoroughly mixed.
5) Add oats and desired amount of yogurt raisins.
6) Drop even spoonfuls of dough on baking sheet and bake for approx. 12 minutes.
This year, our company gave each employee a day of service, which means that we can each use one work day to volunteer with a local organization. I enjoy volunteer work and in my later life plan to do a good deal of it, but in the present, between work and squeezing time in with the girls, there just aren’t enough hours in the day. So, I was excited to have the opportunity, and when a friend approached me about a luncheon that was being held by Girls Inc., the day was planned. (more…)
During our family reunion this summer, the aunts asked me how Riley likes being a sister. I enthusiastically replied, “Great! She loves her sister! They hardly have disagreements.” And it was true. Riley loves her sister and has since the day I brought her home. I was worried that it would be a difficult transition for her. Going from being an only child to one-half of a pair is tough, and Riley unwaveringly believes in doing things her own way. So, I was pleasantly surprised and very proud as I watched her bend and make room in her life for her new little sister. She affectionately refers to her as “my baby” or “honey, honey,” a term she adopted after she once heard me say it. She will correct me if I tell her that she and I will be doing something, upset that I might be leaving Maddie out. “And Baby, Mom,” she’ll tell me. To this day, Riley has only asked to send Maddie back two times. Not bad for a little girl who spent two-thirds of her life with all of the attention on her. (more…)
A couple of weeks ago, a co-worker invited me, or really Riley, to have a playdate with his daughter. He was anxious about the request and began rapidly and apologetically explaining his reasons behind it. He explained that his wife was going back to work and that they would be dropping off their two children, ages five and three, to daycare for the first time. His daughter, the three-year-old, would be in Riley’s class. He further explained that his daughter was very shy and that he was worried about her making friends. He said that she didn’t warm up to others quickly, and it would be great if she could have a friend there before she started. I told him we were happy to do it and hoped that it would indeed make that day a little bit easier. I also over-shared with him that Riley was a member (perhaps founding member?) of what I call the “mean girls club” at school–a group of three girls that includes her best friend, Hawk (a nickname made up by Riley for a sweet little girl named Juliet when she was unable to pronounce her name). This group of girls are very competitive with each other, which is probably putting it lightly. Basically they don’t share well together, they battle over who will be first for anything, and it sometimes comes to blows (well, pushes). By pickup time though, they are the best of friends. I’ve often gotten a confused tilt of the head from the daycare teacher as Riley proclaims while leaving, “Mommy, can we go to Hawk’s house? She’s my best friend.” That’s when you know it’s been a particularly rough day. (more…)