OK, first...I haven't cooked the bird. Right now, I have a 25 pound bird in my fridge. I have about a 1 in 10 chance of getting the darn stove to turn on:P I so appreciate all of your cooking ideas. I'm thinking I would be repeating the old Chicago fire if I send husband on the patio to fry a turkey. My backup is my brother's rotisserie and Weber grill. Wish me luck...(What was he thinking buying a 25 pound bird!?!)
Second, I must be the only sap on the planet who gets food poisoning the night before Thanksgiving! It was a tough couple of days:P Needless to say, I didn't partake in much eating yesterday...poor me:( If you have been wondering why I haven't been around the blogosphere...that is the reason. Sick, sick, sick...yuck! I am finally feeling a little bit better, all I have had to eat is some chicken noodle soup and a small salad. Bah...food poisoning=no fun.
Third, parenting question. Miss Peach is three and a half. Man is she a tough one! I try to keep an even keel with the kiddos, I do the bulk of the parenting. Don't get me wrong, Husband is a great Daddy, but he works...a lot. Why does it seem that everything is an event requiring a tantrum? Every morning, getting dressed is a wrestling match that can be compared to roping a cow. If I ask her if she wants a glass of milk, she will scream "NO...I DON'T WANT ANY!!!" I will calmly say (every time this happens) "You know Miss Peach, you can just say no thank you." One never knows what might set off the screaming, but you know when you get there. What's the deal here? Am I doing something wrong in the parenting arena? I am very consistent, and methodical. We have a somewhat set schedule. I don't feel like a pushover. They both take long naps with barely any argument...So what's the deal here? Is this still just three???