Yeah, I know. It sounds weird, but coconut milk is actually pretty tasty...and since it's dairy/lactose free, B can have it. This experience is proving to be a challenge, but y'all know me. I do love a challenge.
Speaking of challenges, I have 3 days left in round two of my squats challenge, and it's still awesome. This weekend, I was reminded how important it is to activate my glutes. I'm all about lessening the jiggle. Too much jiggle is NOT a good thing.
Anyway, pancakes... I looked at recipes using coconut milk online, and was not impressed with the reviews, so I just made my normal pancake recipe: (eggs, oil, flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, salt) and then made "sour" coconut milk instead of "sour" regular milk. The batter was super-duper lumpy, but it smelled right, so the boys became my guinea pigs. They took way longer to cook than what I'm used to, but they ate all but three pancakes.
I'd call that success, if I do say so myself!
Today starts my week with both boys, and the de-programming is always hardest on the first day. He wanted to play a game, but melted down when we picked one. Then he wanted to cuddle on my bed and watch the Disney channel with me, so we crawled up into my bed, and I read a book while he flopped all over me, totally messing up my covers (which he knows I hate), and digging his bony little elbows into my thighs.
Meanwhile, N was in the living room, working on his homework (which I haven't checked since I'm mom of the year and all) and playing that dang recorder. Bless his heart, he has to play "Amazing Grace" on the recorder for a grade tomorrow, and as of Sunday, only had 3-4 notes down. I asked if he had music, and he said, "Yeah...but I can't read it anyway."
Right, but I can. You should've seen his eyes light up. I googled the position of the notes and started telling him to try notes, as I totally pulled notes out of thin air. When he brought home his music today, I went through and wrote the correct notes on there (he had them all wrong, poor thing) and then explained quarter and half notes.
Y'all, it's a small victory, but before he went to bed tonight, he could play the entire song. Yes, his recorder tends to shriek notes from time to time, even though his fingers are in the right places, but I'm sure his teacher knows they aren't the most accurate instruments in the world. B kept running (and thumping) around the apartment, yelling, "Sing 'Amazing Grace,' Mom!" So, I did. And he said it took forever, then ran off into his room to entertain himself since he's grounded from video games at least until Friday.
Two Fridays ago, he told his seatmate how to spell "Shit" because she asked him to. Last week, he and two other boys were caught playing in the bathroom by a Kindergarten teacher. They were so loud that this teacher could hear them through the wall in his classroom. He went into the bathroom, and delivered them to their classrooms. It was bad.
And so, he's grounded. And he's being really crappy about it. He keeps trying to wear me down, and has already been warned (in the first 90 minutes he was home) that if he continues to pester me, he won't play them for 2 MORE weeks.
Mom plays hardball. He should know this by now, but I guess he forgets. Now, I'm trying to figure out what to do for Spring Break, since we're staying local. I'm hoping we can fill the week with friends and fun, and good enough weather to where we can spend the majority of the time outside.
We'll see how that pans out...
Aubs
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