Right, so prepping dinners.

A couple of weeks ago we were skiing and they were giving away 5 hour energy drinks and I thought, hmm, what I could do with five extra hours. I could use those hours to prep my dinners... Right. I'd probably use them to sleep, but prepping dinners would be divine.

The ziti went over very well with the whole family. S loves sausage. V, not so much, but the noodles were enough to keep her at the table.

Yesterday morning I made homemade oatmeal. Right, in 1950, if I said homemade oatmeal, moms would have laughed at me. But I did the Quaker "slow" cooking oats. I didn't want to surprise them into oatmeal with my can of McCann's Irish Oatmeal and I didn't have thirty minutes to cook it on the stove. Even though I love McCanns and think I'll try their overnight idea. So, onto the oatmeal. Scout wasn't so sure, so I went between oatmeal and Cheerios. She finished her bowl. V, didn't like it after her third (and final) teaspoon of sugar. I totally get it. I only liked the instant when I was little and I know there is more than four teaspoons of brown sugar in that little bag. But she really needs to be polite. After screaming, crying, drama, saying we liked S better, and more drama, she went to her room where I told her that she was not to have a pop-tart that morning. She only needed to eat five more bites for a pop-tart. More crying ensued and in about 30 minutes, she was fine.

But she must have gone to school hungry...