I have a good friend, K (not to be confused with KM, and of course KM is not to be confused with M) who makes the most luscious and satisfying chocolate raspberry cake anyone has ever had.
So when I saw this cake I was reminded instantly of her:
Link
Don't forget to scroll down to the last picture to see the massively luxurious layers of chocolate cherry goodness.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Easing in... to a lot of things
My little Princess (well, my very tall Princess) has homework! They get a packet every Monday and they're supposed to do 1-2 pages every afternoon. She brought hers home and did all of it in one sitting. So much for "I can't draw little a's!! They're not perfect!" She now bubbles over with confidence and enthusiasm, gets excited to do her homework, and can write her name like a champ.
Tag is sad today. We dropped off a little neighbor at school this morning and her brother, Tag's current best friend, also gets to go to hourly care all day long. That leaves him with his younger sister and feeling very left out of the big kid brigade, all of whom are at some sort of institution today. He has moped around outside for a while, and now he's playing Mario Kart. Poor little guy... I'm just glad he wasn't our first child or he would have been insanely bored until we had another little person around for him to play with.
Man has also been surprising me a lot lately with the foods he's willing to not only eat, but enjoy as well. I've made a huge effort to have a decent dinner on the table each nigh this week. One of our meals was fajitas and I offered to chop the green bell peppers up extra small since I know he doesn't like them. He said he likes them just fine and just do what I normally do to them. Er? He also likes mushroom gravy, that lazy lasagna from the other night (he used to hate cheese ravioli!) and various other things that have tomatoes and onions and things in them. Wow! Either his taste buds have made another 7 year change or he's just mellowing out. I'm ok with both scenarios.
Tag is sad today. We dropped off a little neighbor at school this morning and her brother, Tag's current best friend, also gets to go to hourly care all day long. That leaves him with his younger sister and feeling very left out of the big kid brigade, all of whom are at some sort of institution today. He has moped around outside for a while, and now he's playing Mario Kart. Poor little guy... I'm just glad he wasn't our first child or he would have been insanely bored until we had another little person around for him to play with.
Man has also been surprising me a lot lately with the foods he's willing to not only eat, but enjoy as well. I've made a huge effort to have a decent dinner on the table each nigh this week. One of our meals was fajitas and I offered to chop the green bell peppers up extra small since I know he doesn't like them. He said he likes them just fine and just do what I normally do to them. Er? He also likes mushroom gravy, that lazy lasagna from the other night (he used to hate cheese ravioli!) and various other things that have tomatoes and onions and things in them. Wow! Either his taste buds have made another 7 year change or he's just mellowing out. I'm ok with both scenarios.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Motivation
What motivates some people to clean like mad before a visitor comes? Going back to one of the Mitford books (one of which I quoted yesterday) the lady in the book was preparing for a party of about 60 (?) people and spent months doing everything from replacing the parlor curtains to repainting half of the inside of the house, to planning a veritable feast of fine finger foods all for about 4 hours of entertainment.
Was it worth it? Or will you have an aneurysm before someone asks you to do it again next year?
But what really drives us to such extremes? I'm sitting here typing about this when my visiting teacher is due to come in about 2 hours and all I've managed to do today is take a kid to school, put another one down for a nap, take a nap myself, and watch Wallace and Grommet a time and a half. Yet I've got this deep urge to get up and be a 5 Minute Martha, clean like a demon, and go buy flowers for the table.
Is this pride? Fear? Shame? I do take pleasure in welcoming someone into my spotless home but then I cry the next day when all that work comes down around my ears resulting in a pig sty all over again. And again. And again.
I'll have to think about that while I do dishes and do a stash and dash.
My poor visiting teacher likely has no idea what pain I go through to have her over, and she's so dang cute and sweet. Of course she doesn't want to inconvenience anyone and would never dream of putting her poor, pregnant charge to effort on her part just so she can do what our church says is a service.
Maybe I just need to allow it to be a service. She's giving me a reason to clean after all. :) And the pleasure of having someone over in that brief moment when it actually will be clean. Maybe I'll take pictures of my super-cute visiting teacher in my clean house and tape it to the inside of some sunglasses so I remember that feeling. Yes. Good idea.
Was it worth it? Or will you have an aneurysm before someone asks you to do it again next year?
But what really drives us to such extremes? I'm sitting here typing about this when my visiting teacher is due to come in about 2 hours and all I've managed to do today is take a kid to school, put another one down for a nap, take a nap myself, and watch Wallace and Grommet a time and a half. Yet I've got this deep urge to get up and be a 5 Minute Martha, clean like a demon, and go buy flowers for the table.
Is this pride? Fear? Shame? I do take pleasure in welcoming someone into my spotless home but then I cry the next day when all that work comes down around my ears resulting in a pig sty all over again. And again. And again.
I'll have to think about that while I do dishes and do a stash and dash.
My poor visiting teacher likely has no idea what pain I go through to have her over, and she's so dang cute and sweet. Of course she doesn't want to inconvenience anyone and would never dream of putting her poor, pregnant charge to effort on her part just so she can do what our church says is a service.
Maybe I just need to allow it to be a service. She's giving me a reason to clean after all. :) And the pleasure of having someone over in that brief moment when it actually will be clean. Maybe I'll take pictures of my super-cute visiting teacher in my clean house and tape it to the inside of some sunglasses so I remember that feeling. Yes. Good idea.
Cold lunch
Princess came home last night asking if she could take a cold lunch to school the next day. Ok, I thought, that's weird.
"Why?"
"Because I like having the option."
Holy cow. Did that mature statement come out of her 5 year old mouth?
"Alright. What would you like to take?"
"A turkey sandwich, a hotdog wrapped with a paper towel and tuna with crackers."
"..."
"Mom, did you hear me?"
I went to bed last night without making it. We got back from an FRG meeting after 2000 so after we dragged kids through the bedtime routine and got them tucked in, I dragged myself into bed. Today I feel that sort of tired you get after swimming for a long time and then coming out of the pool: heavy, water logged, and a bit dazzled from the sun. I have an appt today at 0900 to submit paperwork that I had no time to fill out last night, my house managed to get trashed after just one day of heavy errands and I'm once again wishing there was a safe and legal way to administer an electric shock to Tag every time he screams.
On the bright side, I'd say that FRG was pretty neat last night. Only three families showed up since the announcement was made somewhat late in the day so it was smaller and more personable, but it'll be nice to have more people come next time. It was funny too see the sparse collection of food and realize how much more rounded of a meal you get when a whole bunch of people bring things. There was a nice green salad with crainsins, poached chicken, walnuts, and balsamic vinegrette, and then there was my lasagna stuff. Oh, and individual serving sized chips. Pretty rounded, eh? The lady who brought the salad had a gluten intolerance so would be eating just her salad, and of course Man and Tag couldn't eat the salad with walnuts in it. I said great, all we need then is someone allergic to peanuts. The lady across the table raised her hand. Yep. There we go.
So I need to think of some sort of crockpot meal for tonight.
I think houses should be made of concrete inside and out, with waterproof furniture and flooring. That way you could leave your house for a couple of hours while it gets sealed up and powerwashes itself. Tell the kids to put their toys in the secure, water proof bins or they will be washed away and go through the giant garbage disposal. Then the house will either heat or engage super-fast, industrial-sized fans that will dry things within 20 mins so when you come home, there is no dusting, vacuuming, dirty dishes, or clutter cleanup to deal with.
Don't steal my idea. I'm going to make a killing.
"Why?"
"Because I like having the option."
Holy cow. Did that mature statement come out of her 5 year old mouth?
"Alright. What would you like to take?"
"A turkey sandwich, a hotdog wrapped with a paper towel and tuna with crackers."
"..."
"Mom, did you hear me?"
I went to bed last night without making it. We got back from an FRG meeting after 2000 so after we dragged kids through the bedtime routine and got them tucked in, I dragged myself into bed. Today I feel that sort of tired you get after swimming for a long time and then coming out of the pool: heavy, water logged, and a bit dazzled from the sun. I have an appt today at 0900 to submit paperwork that I had no time to fill out last night, my house managed to get trashed after just one day of heavy errands and I'm once again wishing there was a safe and legal way to administer an electric shock to Tag every time he screams.
On the bright side, I'd say that FRG was pretty neat last night. Only three families showed up since the announcement was made somewhat late in the day so it was smaller and more personable, but it'll be nice to have more people come next time. It was funny too see the sparse collection of food and realize how much more rounded of a meal you get when a whole bunch of people bring things. There was a nice green salad with crainsins, poached chicken, walnuts, and balsamic vinegrette, and then there was my lasagna stuff. Oh, and individual serving sized chips. Pretty rounded, eh? The lady who brought the salad had a gluten intolerance so would be eating just her salad, and of course Man and Tag couldn't eat the salad with walnuts in it. I said great, all we need then is someone allergic to peanuts. The lady across the table raised her hand. Yep. There we go.
So I need to think of some sort of crockpot meal for tonight.
I think houses should be made of concrete inside and out, with waterproof furniture and flooring. That way you could leave your house for a couple of hours while it gets sealed up and powerwashes itself. Tell the kids to put their toys in the secure, water proof bins or they will be washed away and go through the giant garbage disposal. Then the house will either heat or engage super-fast, industrial-sized fans that will dry things within 20 mins so when you come home, there is no dusting, vacuuming, dirty dishes, or clutter cleanup to deal with.
Don't steal my idea. I'm going to make a killing.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Pay it forward
From a book I read a while ago:
... there was always the problem of what to do with the [casserole] dish. Decent people returned it full of something else. Which meant that the person to whom you returned it would be required, at some point, to give you another food item, all of which produced a cycle that was unimaginably tedious.
From A Light in the Window by Jan Karon. A book full of the little trials of life we all face at some point or another... assuming we've got a bit of domestic country in our souls.
Yesterday a young mother in the ward called me up (at my invitation) to watch her two older children so she could have a break from them while she cared for her new twins. I kept them for over 3 hours and fed them dinner and my kids ran them around so that hopefully they were totally tired by the time they got home and would just crash. She couldn't thank me enough (I'm not trying to give myself laurels here, bear with me) and felt bad about asking and shy at the inconvenience and worried that they'd behave, etc. I'm sure we've all been on both ends of this scenario.
I told her something then that I've experienced before but it never had sunk in quite so completely as it did when I explained it to her. I've been helped by other women, some of them mothers and some not, but that's what women do. We help each other. It's a gift we freely give in the hope that some day you'll be on your feet enough to help some other women who happen to need it. That woman might be me, maybe not. That sentiment echoed in my heart in a way it never had before and I was grateful for the opportunity to offer that small gift.
Yesterday was a very busy day. I dropped Princess off (no need to describe morning mayhem) and returned home to do two loads of dishes, laundry, clean the living room, and get my lesson ready for AFTB. Drop the two younger ones off at the CDC to find that despite two phone calls to make sure arrangements had been made, they hadn't. Oh, well. Get them dropped off and am now late to be there early, teach the very last class before graduation (about the least receptive period for any of the levels), go to pick up Princess, pick up the younger kids. Ha! Pebbles had a diaper rash and since I didn't tell them about it they were worried that they'd have to send her home. Tag also managed to dress himself that morning sans undies but with shorts, so there was some giggling as they got his spares out for him. Get home, the kind neighbor watched the older two while I took Pebbles to pick up those kids, get home, clean more since they were all playing so well. Got ambitious and made homemade pizza for dinner (sausage and roasted mushroom for me!). The kids played more until their dad came to pick them up. By then they had a hard time dragging themselves out the door, goal met!! Get our own kids into bed, snuggle with the hubby for about 10 mins before he was off to do homework and I was off to put my tired self into bed.
All in all, I was surprised at how much I got done yesterday. I was able to provide two acts of service and STILL get more cleaning done than I can on an average day. I'm starting to think that maybe I could pull this college thing off with four kids if I put a good bit of focus into it.
Monday, August 27, 2007
FINALLY!!! Some progress
So Man had a fit for duty exam last week. That means that he sat down with a dr, they discussed his shoulder, and the dr decided whether it was worth pursuing or if Man was just a stinking malingerer. Dr decided to send Man to an orthopedic dr for further assessment so we can get this shoulder thing figured out. It's getting worse despite months of physical therapy and not doing as much PT.
More good news is that the only thing he's allowed to do right now is situps and if he passes with enough situps in 2 minutes he can be PT exempt. So, that's what he's working on right now. Last night I asked him if he'd tried recently, he said no, so he got on the exercise mat, I held his feet, and in 2 mins he whipped out 73 situps. That was an impressive sight, I tell ya what. He explained that before he wasn't allowed to do situps so he went ahead and kept doing crunches to the tune of 250 per set. That man has some seriously tight abs, underneath the tiny bit of stress fluff he's developed.
In other news, we made some colored ice cubes for Mr Tag. Just put some guava juice in an ice cube tray and since we like it slushy, we add a bit more guava juice to the cup and use the submersible blender on it. That makes me the coolest mom in the world! We used some fruit nectars from Costco that are not too bad on their own but we use them for smoothies quite a bit since they're pretty rich. Non carbonated! We're carbonation wimps.
More good news is that the only thing he's allowed to do right now is situps and if he passes with enough situps in 2 minutes he can be PT exempt. So, that's what he's working on right now. Last night I asked him if he'd tried recently, he said no, so he got on the exercise mat, I held his feet, and in 2 mins he whipped out 73 situps. That was an impressive sight, I tell ya what. He explained that before he wasn't allowed to do situps so he went ahead and kept doing crunches to the tune of 250 per set. That man has some seriously tight abs, underneath the tiny bit of stress fluff he's developed.
In other news, we made some colored ice cubes for Mr Tag. Just put some guava juice in an ice cube tray and since we like it slushy, we add a bit more guava juice to the cup and use the submersible blender on it. That makes me the coolest mom in the world! We used some fruit nectars from Costco that are not too bad on their own but we use them for smoothies quite a bit since they're pretty rich. Non carbonated! We're carbonation wimps.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Yellow ice!
I pulled out a tray of ice cubes today and was surprised to see just one clear ice cube, two yellow ones, an orange, and a blue. Now, some back story. Ever since my friend Ke brought over red and blue ice for the 4th of July beverage, Tag has been fascinated with colored ice cubes. I'm also not terribly faithful about refilling the trays and putting them right back in because we don't use ice very often at all. So I thought maybe he put some juice in with some water and snuck it into the freezer. However, the blue one had me confused. We don't have blue juice.
I asked the gang if anyone knew what was going on with the ice cubes. Everyone denied knowledge or association (of course) so I dumped them into the sink just in case it was something gross like our blue conditioner.
After they were safely in the sink Tag looked in with a sort of solemnity to his face and voice and said "it was M&M's."
Wh-what?
"You dip the M&M's in the water to make rainbows!"
"No kidding."
"Yep."
So, he found himself an empty tray, put water in about half of the little spots, dipped his M&M's that he picked out of his trail mix into the water, then not only put the tray into the freezer, he put it UNDER the full tray so he would be garunteed time to see if it worked. If I had known what the colored stuff was I would have let him have some rainbow ice water. Poor kid. He thought he was going to get into trouble for his creativity.
Gosh, if this is what my 4 year old is doing, what is my 16 year old going to be doing?
Pass the Tylenol.
I asked the gang if anyone knew what was going on with the ice cubes. Everyone denied knowledge or association (of course) so I dumped them into the sink just in case it was something gross like our blue conditioner.
After they were safely in the sink Tag looked in with a sort of solemnity to his face and voice and said "it was M&M's."
Wh-what?
"You dip the M&M's in the water to make rainbows!"
"No kidding."
"Yep."
So, he found himself an empty tray, put water in about half of the little spots, dipped his M&M's that he picked out of his trail mix into the water, then not only put the tray into the freezer, he put it UNDER the full tray so he would be garunteed time to see if it worked. If I had known what the colored stuff was I would have let him have some rainbow ice water. Poor kid. He thought he was going to get into trouble for his creativity.
Gosh, if this is what my 4 year old is doing, what is my 16 year old going to be doing?
Pass the Tylenol.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Dennis the Menace park
Today I decided to shake things up and take the two younger kids to a really cool park not too far from us. It features a lot of really cool equipment and landscape that is a little more dangerous but a heck of a lot more fun. There are very steep hills made of concrete, dirt and grass spotted with ornamental grass and railings at the top and bottom for kids to climb all over, a hedge maze, and a drinking fountain in the shape of a lion's head. You have to stick your head into its open mouth to get a drink. Here are a few other features:
They have a full sized train engine that the kids can climb all over. I lost track of Tag for 30 seconds only to find him waving at me from the very top of this thing.
Pebbles also tried to get out on a ledge to be with him but got snatched up by her mean ol' mom. Oh, well.
Here's the crazy jungle gym which Pebbles also tried to climb but the rungs were just a little too far apart. Thank goodness!!
There's a super long rope bridge. The best thing to do is jog across it and make it bounce as much as possible. The only thing is, you can't stop in the middle or else you fall over.
It's right next to a lake with lots of paddle boats, a view of the ocean, and it's close to the airport so several times during the 2 hours we were there, all of the kids in the whole park stopped for a moment to watch the planes swing by pretty low.
Here's Little Miss in an aborted attempt to climb one of those steep concrete hills in sandals. She actually started to roll down one once and I was surprised at how controlled she was. She'd aim for the grass stuff and make the funniest faces when it got in her face.
They have a full sized train engine that the kids can climb all over. I lost track of Tag for 30 seconds only to find him waving at me from the very top of this thing.
Pebbles also tried to get out on a ledge to be with him but got snatched up by her mean ol' mom. Oh, well.
Here's the crazy jungle gym which Pebbles also tried to climb but the rungs were just a little too far apart. Thank goodness!!
There's a super long rope bridge. The best thing to do is jog across it and make it bounce as much as possible. The only thing is, you can't stop in the middle or else you fall over.
It's right next to a lake with lots of paddle boats, a view of the ocean, and it's close to the airport so several times during the 2 hours we were there, all of the kids in the whole park stopped for a moment to watch the planes swing by pretty low.
Here's Little Miss in an aborted attempt to climb one of those steep concrete hills in sandals. She actually started to roll down one once and I was surprised at how controlled she was. She'd aim for the grass stuff and make the funniest faces when it got in her face.
Things that make us late for school
::laughing, because I need to::
This morning was the first morning I found my kids really dragging their feet. I drag my feet too but I can also trim my morning routine to almost nothing if I have to in order to get the kids out the door at a decent time. Princess is actually used to waking up fairly early and rolled out of bed at 0650, got Pebbles out of her crib, then brought her to the table and started getting her breakfast. What a gem of a girl! I got up and did what I have to do, looked at the clock and holy cow it's already 0711 and no one's dressed!! Tag was still in his Morning Muteness (every time he wakes up from night or nap he takes at least 30 mins before he starts speaking at all. it's gold, I tell you) and refusing to eat. Whatever, kid. I rushed Princess to her room then left to change a diaper. The next noise to ring through the house -- "mom! I have nothing to wear!" I ran to her room to see what the heck she's talking about to be greeted with the complaint that "nothing has a match." I pulled out two articles of clothing that I told her are a match (ignoring her dubious look) and ran to change Pebbles' clothes.
At this point Tag finally decided to talk and wanted Cheerios. Ok. Take care of that and then Princess came out of her room in her shirt for the day and pajama pants so she can show me something she made at school yesterday. I hollered a bit and then she disappeared presumably to finish dressing. Pebbles was crying about everything that she wanted but didn't want to get for herself, Tag left his full bowl of cereal so he can go get dressed (in blue sweat pants and a button up red flannel) then brought his shoes and socks into the living room. He said he wanted help, but I chose to help Princess who could only find one shoe. His voice went into that sort of falsetto used in cartoons for bugs caught in a spider's nest "but I need help please! please!!" Got Princess taken care of and, oh crap, school snack!
I looked through the kitchen considering our options. Carrots? Nope. Apple? Bruised. Prunes? Bwahahaha! Raw Ramen noodles? There's a thought. Crackers? All gone. Ah! Apple sauce. Put it in a mini Gladlock with a paper towel and a spoon I'm sure I'll never see again.
At this point it's 0740 which is my goal for getting out the door. Tag had his shoes on (backward, but on), Pebbles was dressed with shoes (but her hair wasn't done), Princess was ready to go except she was running around trying to find her backpack and her shoes weren't tied yet. Bad combo, but nothing bad happened.
I hollered that I'm taking Tag and Pebbles to the car, Princess screamed that she doesn't have a coat or a packpack yet, and that's when Pebbles decided to just sit and scream. We all manage to get out to the van when I realized that Princess still has untied shoes and hasn't yet buttoned her shorts.
Ah. Driving. We managed to get to school with five minutes to spare.
Things that will change, effective today:
1. Tomorrow Clothes. That's what I call them. They will be mandatory every single night so we don't lose the habit over the weekend. Tomorrow Clothes will include a pair of shoes and, in PB's case, a coat and her backpack, and a snack in the fridge.
2. Breakfast options ready to go from the night before. Malt-O-Meal measured out in a Gladlock next to a sauce pan with measured water and lidded; cereal, bowls, and spoons (all clean) stacked on the table; fruit and knife in a bowl in the fridge; eggs are a no brainer; maybe I'll even write what breakfast is going to be on a note on the fridge.
3. Relax about the other two. They can eat and dress after we get back from dropping PB off.
Twice this week I've gotten into the van and realized I forgot to bring shoes. Once I almost went out the door without pants. (Grandma, don't faint!)
Thank goodness for those free lunches for us very poor military people. Poor Man though, since we got lunches for Princess I haven't been packing him lunches any more. :( And I should if I don't want him to eat out a few times a week.
This morning was the first morning I found my kids really dragging their feet. I drag my feet too but I can also trim my morning routine to almost nothing if I have to in order to get the kids out the door at a decent time. Princess is actually used to waking up fairly early and rolled out of bed at 0650, got Pebbles out of her crib, then brought her to the table and started getting her breakfast. What a gem of a girl! I got up and did what I have to do, looked at the clock and holy cow it's already 0711 and no one's dressed!! Tag was still in his Morning Muteness (every time he wakes up from night or nap he takes at least 30 mins before he starts speaking at all. it's gold, I tell you) and refusing to eat. Whatever, kid. I rushed Princess to her room then left to change a diaper. The next noise to ring through the house -- "mom! I have nothing to wear!" I ran to her room to see what the heck she's talking about to be greeted with the complaint that "nothing has a match." I pulled out two articles of clothing that I told her are a match (ignoring her dubious look) and ran to change Pebbles' clothes.
At this point Tag finally decided to talk and wanted Cheerios. Ok. Take care of that and then Princess came out of her room in her shirt for the day and pajama pants so she can show me something she made at school yesterday. I hollered a bit and then she disappeared presumably to finish dressing. Pebbles was crying about everything that she wanted but didn't want to get for herself, Tag left his full bowl of cereal so he can go get dressed (in blue sweat pants and a button up red flannel) then brought his shoes and socks into the living room. He said he wanted help, but I chose to help Princess who could only find one shoe. His voice went into that sort of falsetto used in cartoons for bugs caught in a spider's nest "but I need help please! please!!" Got Princess taken care of and, oh crap, school snack!
I looked through the kitchen considering our options. Carrots? Nope. Apple? Bruised. Prunes? Bwahahaha! Raw Ramen noodles? There's a thought. Crackers? All gone. Ah! Apple sauce. Put it in a mini Gladlock with a paper towel and a spoon I'm sure I'll never see again.
At this point it's 0740 which is my goal for getting out the door. Tag had his shoes on (backward, but on), Pebbles was dressed with shoes (but her hair wasn't done), Princess was ready to go except she was running around trying to find her backpack and her shoes weren't tied yet. Bad combo, but nothing bad happened.
I hollered that I'm taking Tag and Pebbles to the car, Princess screamed that she doesn't have a coat or a packpack yet, and that's when Pebbles decided to just sit and scream. We all manage to get out to the van when I realized that Princess still has untied shoes and hasn't yet buttoned her shorts.
Ah. Driving. We managed to get to school with five minutes to spare.
Things that will change, effective today:
1. Tomorrow Clothes. That's what I call them. They will be mandatory every single night so we don't lose the habit over the weekend. Tomorrow Clothes will include a pair of shoes and, in PB's case, a coat and her backpack, and a snack in the fridge.
2. Breakfast options ready to go from the night before. Malt-O-Meal measured out in a Gladlock next to a sauce pan with measured water and lidded; cereal, bowls, and spoons (all clean) stacked on the table; fruit and knife in a bowl in the fridge; eggs are a no brainer; maybe I'll even write what breakfast is going to be on a note on the fridge.
3. Relax about the other two. They can eat and dress after we get back from dropping PB off.
Twice this week I've gotten into the van and realized I forgot to bring shoes. Once I almost went out the door without pants. (Grandma, don't faint!)
Thank goodness for those free lunches for us very poor military people. Poor Man though, since we got lunches for Princess I haven't been packing him lunches any more. :( And I should if I don't want him to eat out a few times a week.
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