The Best Tantrum Ever

Today is one of those perfect days to sit under a blanket with a good cup of coffee and book. Alas, I have 3 of my 4 kidlets awake and a multitude of things to do, so of course I’m sitting down to blog.

The girl woke up with a nasty cold this morning and was breathing quite hard, so, being the paranoid momma I am, I took her in to the pediatrician. Now, in my defense, she looked and sounded terrible, and combined with her breathing episode a few weeks ago (remember that 911 call I alluded to yesterday?), I wasn’t taking any chances. Turns out she’s just like the biggest boy in more than looks. She’s got what they’re calling cold induced asthma, so lucky her, she got a breathing treatment there at the office and we get to wrestle her every 4-6 hours for the next 48 to give her more. If wrangling a squirming and screaming almost 2 year old through a breathing treatment on the nebulizer wasn’t fun enough, small boy decided it was the perfect time to throw the best tantrum I have ever seen in public. Complete with throwing himself down on the floor, screaming “NO THANK YOU, STINKY MOMMA!” at the top of his lungs, going limp if I tried to pick up, screaming in response to my attempts to calm him down, and in general, making me look completely incompetent. As if I wasn’t doing that well enough on my own. Thanks for the assist, small boy.

So to decompress after that episode, I came home and did what any momma would do. Shut myself in my room. Oh, alright, I didn’t do that. And I didn’t pour a large glass of wine. I promise.

What I really did was make granola. We eat granola by the ton around here, and a few months ago, I found a killer recipe for it that is astoundingly easy. Seriously. And because I’m feeling generous, I will share it with you, as well. It’s one of the few things on Pinterest that I’ve attempted to make/create that didn’t turn out to be a huge fail. Ahh, Pinterest. Thank you for heaping hot coals of shame and failure upon my head. (but, really, I do love Pinterest.)

Anyway, this recipe is extremely versatile and you can add whatever you want. Also, I don’t measure anything anymore in it except the amount of oats. I have also made parfaits with this and it’s also super yummy.

Now go. Make granola and be happy. You’re welcome.

Easy-peasy Granola

3 c. oats

1/4 c. coconut oil

1/3 c. honey

(that’s it. that’s the basic recipe. but I add the following to mine.)

dried cranberries, mixed berries or raisins

sliced almonds

shredded coconut

ground flaxseed meal (I use Bob’s Red Mill)

 

In a large bowl, place all your dry ingredients. In a small saucepan, melt your coconut oil and honey on LOW, till coconut oil is melted and combined with the honey. Pour over dry ingredients and stir till combined. Spread in a thin layer on a large cookie sheet and bake for 12-15 minutes (depending on how toasted you want it) in a 300 degree oven. Let cool completely and store in an airtight container.

 

Blessings and love,

Erin

I’m Baa-aackkk…..

Not that anyone has really missed me. I’ve definitely kept this blog hush-hush and apparently for so long that even I forgot it existed!

I’ve been thinking about getting back to blogging; all you bloggy girls out there have been putting me to shame, so here’s my attempt at getting back in the groove and remembering that I do have things to talk about besides the four littles. Yes, there are now 4 kidlets in my home. If you’re a bit behind, the tally is now at 2 boys and 2 girls. Biggest boy is now 4 and some change, small boy is 3, the girl is almost 2, and baby girl is 2 1/2 months. Yup, 4 under 4. And yup, we’re crazy. My life is one long foray on the “cliffs of insanity” (anyone out there a Princess Bride fan?). 

In the last several weeks, we have experienced the following: my first ever call to 911 for the girl (she’s fine, praise the Lord), a mad-dash trip to OH for my sister-in-law’s wedding, an exploding furnace (yes, it really did explode), biggest boy ate poisonous pokeweed berries, and did I mention we have a new baby? If one more “event” happens, I may just give up. I actually did try and hand in my 2 weeks notice a couple of weeks ago, but Matt wouldn’t accept it. More’s the pity.

But, it is fall, which is my favorite season by far, and I have busted out the comfy sweaters and good coffee creamer, and Ohio State is still undefeated. I’d say that evens the craziness out, no?

 

Blessings and oodles of love,

Erin