This past weekend, we held The Goose’s sixth birthday party. Last year, we had his party at Chuck E. Cheese, and while it was fun, it was a lot less memorable, and not quite as fun as he expected. So he decided that this year he wanted to have his party at home.
We spent a lot of time talking about he wanted to do at his birthday. He wanted a bounce house, water balloon fight, birthday cake pops, bobbing for apples, pizza, hot dogs, techno music, black olives, tomatoes, bacon ranch pasta salad and a pinata. Obviously, he had high expectations, so we had to pare them down a bit. This is what we decided on.
Last week The Goose celebrated his sixth birthday. Since he didn’t have school that day, his Dad took the day off work the three of us, along with my mom who has been visiting for the past few weeks, spent it doing all the things that he likes. We went to Denny’s for his free birthday breakfast, we went to the movie theater to see Hotel Transylvania 2, and we ate Jet’s Pizza for dinner.
Now, for weeks leading up to his birthday, The Goose would randomly tell me all of the things he wanted on his birthday. He told me he wanted to go to the movies. He told me he wanted strawberry ice cream, and black olives, pepperoni and ham on his pizza. He also told me that he wanted ice cream that was served in a cake dish, like he’d seen on the iPad. And that required some work.
Where The Goose is concerned, bacon is the king of all foods. He likes bacon bits on his turkey sandwiches, in his quesadillas and on his baked potatoes. In fact, if I’m ever coaxing him into trying a food that he’s never had before I’ll just sprinkle a little bit of bacon on it and he’ll eat it without hesitation.
If you have an iPhone, you undoubtedly know the pain of watching your battery slowly (or quickly) drain while there was nothing you could do to stop it. The first time it happened to me was last year at The Goose’s fifth birthday party. We were at Chuck E. Cheese, I didn’t have a charging cord, and I had to run from person to person asking to borrow their phone so I could take pictures. Then I had to send the photos to myself, and collect the various photos from the various phones. It was a nightmare.
It wasn’t until later that I realized my battery was rapidly draining because I was doing everything wrong. If your phone is always losing it’s charge, keep reading to find out how to stop it.
I know I’m not the only one. Facebook was often the last thing I saw at night, the first thing I saw in the morning. I’d walk around with my phone attached to my hand, as if I were going to die if I didn’t know what my Facebook friends were eating for lunch, or what the latest quiz could tell me about my dead soul mate.
I’ve been on Facebook for almost nine years. I have enjoyed using Facebook to catch up with old friends, reconnect with distance relatives, stay up to date with my favorite celebrities. I’ve loved watching as my childhood friends have graduated college, gotten married and had children of their own.
Fall is my very favorite season. But I’m not alone. My whole family loves fall, but we each have very different reasons. I love the crisp fall air, cool (but still sunny) days, watching the leaves change color, and pulling all of my sweaters out of storage. My husband loves fall because football is back (even though being a Detroit Lions fan is heartbreaking), because he doesn’t have to mow the lawn anymore and he doesn’t have to shovel snow yet (but all of those falling leaves can be a pain – especially now that we have a bigger backyard with even more giant trees). And The Goose loves fall because he gets to go Trick-or-Treating, celebrating his birthday, falling into the leaves and help carve the jack o’lantern.
Though we all love fall for very different reasons – there is one thing that we can all agree on. We ALL love freshly roasted pumpkin seeds. And, surprisingly, they are super easy to make at home.
I’m pretty good about checking everyone’s pockets when I do laundry. I’ve found loose change, tissues and Legos. I’ve come across bouncy balls, Chuck E. Cheese coins, and the occasional candy bar wrapper. But last week as I was checking pockets something slipped past me. And it was one of the worst things you could miss. It was a crayon. Well, two crayons to be exact.
But these weren’t just any crayons. The first one, and the major offender, was navy blue. The other crayon was that ugly shade of green that nobody ever wants to use. I’m sure that is how it ended up in The Goose’s pocket. I imagine him picking up the crayon, looking at it and thinking to himself “Man, that is one ugly crayon. Nobody’s going to want that one. I’ll just put it in my pocket for safe keeping. And, while I’m at it, I’ll just stuff that navy blue one in their, too. That way they won’t be lonely.”
My family loves fall – and all of the fall traditions that come with it. We love jumping in leaf piles, trick-or-treating on Halloween and carving our jack-o’lantern. But our most favorite fall tradition by far is our annual visit to the cider mill.
Ever since The Goose was a toddler we have visited the same cider mill (Plymouth Orchards & Cider Mill), we’ve eaten the same kind of donuts and taken the very same pictures. I love seeing how he has grown, year after year. I love comparing the pictures, looking for similarities and differences.
When we moved into our house over five years ago it took a few months for me to get the lay of the land. I’d lived on the East side for more than ten years, and I knew where to find the best cuts of meat, the best cup of coffee, and the best deep dish pizza. But in my new neighborhood I was completely lost.
All in all, I have to say that I’m a pretty good mom. I take The Goose to cool places, I don’t hassle him about making messes, and I encourage him to be himself, no matter what. But one thing I no longer do, however, is try to make food fun. Here’s why.
The Goose has never been much of a breakfast eater. He cries over waffles, doesn’t like hash browns, and refuses to even try eating toast. It’s always been a struggle – so when I found foods that didn’t mind eating, I made them over and over. For The Goose, there were only two foods that I could consistently feed him for breakfast without him crying, throwing a tantrum or refusing to eat. One was oatmeal and the other was scrambled eggs topped with cheese.