a fifo wife {kids: sqaush with chocolate chips…hmmm}

Okay I follow a lot of blogs most are American and every now and then one of their ‘unique’ ideas pop up. Now I’m not saying its wrong I just don’t think it’s necessarily the right solution. So yesterday I was reading one of my favourite blogs and its was posting  how to make kids like their vegetables. A commen problem Im well aware of. Initially they went on to write about how to get the kids involved in growing the vegetables which does work a treat but their ultimate solution. Trick them. They (the writer) went on to write how they add butter and salt and a little more butter to the vegetables (fine I think…to a point) then a commenter wrote how she mixes chocolate with the vegetables…what the heck? Tricking them is indeed the answer they think. Now that kind of doesn’t make sense to me. They hide it away in other foods. Cauliflower in cake, zucchini in cup cakes, telling the kids that the squash that is laced with butter, sugar and salt is pop corn…the kid will only be slightly confused when he rocks up to a movie theatre on his own for the first time don’t you think?

Now I’m all for loading up the spaghetti, chilli mince and stew with vegetables but seriously whats the point of hiding the vegetables just to avoid the inevitable argument that they must be having. Have the argument only make sure you win…if the kids don’t eat the veg if he doesn’t even try them; they will go hungry. Well that’s the rule in my house. I certainly don’t have the time to slave in my kitchen as my child’s short order cook to make them meals that hide everything that is good for them. What happens when they are adults…Ummm…honey whats that orange thing on my plate? And that green thing…is that’s safe to eat? That’s not what my momma use to make.

So the rule in my house. My FIFO kids have to try the vegetable by try they must eat the whole portion on their plate. If they eat all of it and still don’t like the veg fair enough and that goes for all foods that I cook. They are also aware that they are entitled to nothing else after dinner if they don’t eat their vegetables. I won’t make them anything else special and there will be no treats. If they refuse their dinner. They don’t eat. We don’t make a big deal. They just go hungry they aren’t going to starve between dinner and breakfast. However if they do eat all their dinner we make a big deal, man you going to run so fast tomorrow or B1 I think your muscles are as big as daddies. We often compare muscles half way through dinner…as you do.

The biggest thing I found helpful was talking about what each food was good for what part of the body. Superheros are massive in our house so if Spiderman didn’t eat that meat which is full of protein he wouldn’t be able to climb the buildings the way he does…which equates to B1 not being able to climb trees if he doesn’t eat his meat. Broccoli is good for your heart so to run fast you need to have a good healthy heart that sort of idea. Pretty soon they are munching away with out question. I know I would rather do a little investigation into what foods can do for each part of body than loading it up on sugars and salt and having a grossly overweight child who is confused as to what the hell a miniature tree is doing on his plate when he finally has to see a dietician because his momma was unprepared for a little strong parenting at dinner time.

So I wrote my comment, a little similar to this; I was trying to be helpful to that poor woman that has to be ‘inventive’ to get her child to eat vegetables. I would hate to be that inventive every night to appease a two year old. It must so freaking tiring. Anyway they haven’t published nor have I heard back from them.

Have a fantastic Monday my lovelies, it’s a public holiday here so I have one more blissful day of all my favourite people under one roof. Then life will return to the unwanted normal.

Xx Deb

PS Im not saying my idea is right but it works for me…no fussy eaters in this house..the odd hungry one maybe but thats their choice not mine.

a fifo wife {me: Im going to miss them..}

This is the last weekend that my parents will be here. They are on there way south come next Wednesday. I’m going to miss them  and I don’t want them to go. They have been here for almost three weeks together, which generally doesn’t happen very often, usually its one or the other.

I am so very fortunate to have them as my parents. Their support is unwavering and despite the bickering’s and carrying on’s that have been had I have loved every single moment.

I look forward to one more dinner underneath the shade of my old grapefruit tree.

Have a great weekend my lovelies,

xx Deb

a fifo wife {me: do you pee in front of your partner..}

Hmmm okay. Sorry about the rant yesterday on reflection its seems rather selfish of me however today is a new day which leaves me with a new wonder. Do you pee in front of your spouse? My parents are here and they do. My husband will in front of me and good lord the kid’s well I spend more time in the bathroom with them than I do myself. Me no way. I won’t even shave my legs, colour my hair, pluck my eyebrows or heck paint my toenails it just takes all the ta da out of the romance don’t you think? Im so bad I wont even exercise with my husband..I have the affliction my face goes bright red and I dont have the cute shes been running I have she has been sprinting for her life look about me. Its not pretty and my husband doesnt get it.

I will admit however during the pregnancy and birth of the boys my husband saw things that no man should see and I was okay then but now? No way sunshine.

Funnily enough my mother has never allowed my father (nor me for that matter) to see her without her teeth (she is of the era where teeth where pulled rather than fixed she has had a full set of falsies for as long as I remember). Never. She will hide in the bathroom until they have soaked or whatever the hell they do in that fizzy little cup but pee no worries….I don’t get the logic.

I would love to know; am I the only one who on hearing my fifo husband outside the bathroom door my hair covered in L’Oreal, wax strip hanging in delicately placed places; lunge for the lock like a woman frenzied at a Myers store sale? The thought that my husband may see me like that well brings an uneasiness to mind…oh I hope that Im not in that quirky minority…please tell me otherwise…

So having said that my lovelies…I have to get a move on…husband has taken the dogs for a walk and so I have a spare fifteen minutes to get these toes into shape…

Have a great Friday,

xxDeb

a fifo wife {whats for dinner: coconut rice}

We are having left over stir fry beef so just to add abit more yum Im making coconut rice. I make it in the rice cooker because Im lazy and it works so well. Kids love it. My version of this recipe is abit more haphazard but here is something with a bit more substance. Enjoy.

What you will need:

  • 2 cups Thai jasmine-scented white rice or plain long grain will do but Ive not tried brown rice before
  • 1 cup good-quality coconut milk (not “lite”)
  • 2 cups water
  • 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 2-3 Tbsp. dry shredded coconut, unsweetened or sweetened (baking type) optional

How to:

  • Place rice in rice cooker.  Add the water, coconut milk, salt, and shredded coconut.  Stir well (use a plastic or wooden utensil to avoid scraping off the non-stick surface). Cover and set to cook.
  • Once your rice cooker switches to “warm” mode, allow another 8-10 minutes for rice to finish “steaming”.  This will ensure your coconut rice is fully cooked and pleasantly sticky.
  • Gently fluff with chopsticks before serving (some of the shredded coconut may have risen to the surface – just stir it back into the rice). Taste-test it for salt, adding a little more until desired flavor is achieved.
  • Serve with Thai, Chinese, or Indian dishes of your choice.

a fifo wife {me: about ready to scream}

Okay so let look at what I’m responsible for on a day to day basis:

  1. Cleaning House
  2. Doing laundry
  3. Cooking
  4. Looking after dogs, cats, and chickens
  5. Running household finance
  6. Taking care of the rentals
  7. Running my small business
  8. Doing the shop
  9. Kids homework
  10. Doing my little bloggy (and well this is a love not a chore)

Now I’m not complaining but well yes I guess I am and most times I get a bit of a hand but right now these last few days I’m struggling to stay on top of it and by that Im mean all of it and I’m about ready to scream. Now when I’m on my own that’s cool just suck it up and get it done but when I have a house full of people its just annoys the crap out of me. Our house has expanded to eight because my beautiful parents are here but crap its crazy.

Everyone wants a little something from me. I’m getting from everyone..why hasn’t that been done? Well because I was dealing with something else. My wonderful mother has been doing the washing but its the little things you know. Like breakfast for the kids, school lunches, getting them dressed, stripping the bed because B1 had an accident..so on it goes..why are you snapping at me…well while I’m feeding the dogs cats chicken and cooking dinner and feeding children while you are sitting watching TV at the dinner table.

My husband is working on my shop so I have no right to complain right…after all that’s for me..but then I get

Why didn’t you call her back then well because I thought I was doing the right thing and waiting until a reasonable hour. Then its people I don’t even know who I have kindly rented my house too. Why cant I have an air conditioner put into my lounge room? Why cant I have an exhaust fan put into the kitchen? Well it wasn’t there when you moved and well its winter so you don’t need an air conditioner and regarding the exhaust fan open your windows and doors and no I don’t have either of those.

Oh crap. Why cant I just ask for help? Because I know they would but I guess when it comes down to I don’t like to ask. I don’t like to impose and I guess I just expect people to see what they can do or perhaps ask me can they help and do it. Perhaps they think I’m doing okay? Yet what I really want to do is just scream for F*&k sake cant you see what needs to be done? Ahem..know the feeling?

Anyways as  much I love you I have to go and  take B2 to kindy so I can come back and make B3 breakfast because he we had a horrible night sleep and he has just got up despite being 9am.

xxDeb