Wild Girl

Like most other parents, Bryan and I fully believe Macy Jane is the most amazing kid ever (in spite behavior mentioned in previous postings). She also made a pretty cute cowgirl for Wild West week at her preschool.

Also….

Oscar Review: Jon Stewart was great. Only saw one of the movies up for best picture, Juno, and loved it. Looking forward to seeing all of the others. Javier Bardem (aka Denny from Grey’s) freaked my freak with his real dialect. After watching Grey’s, who knew? He is amazing.

Word Currently Stuck in My Head: Schlumpadinka (thanks Oprah!)

Latest Road Rage/Driving Pet Peeve: Come on, people. Just because you are at a 4-way stop doesn’t mean you have to wait for the car a half a mile away to get to the intersection and stop for you to go. I’m talking to you seniors!

I’m just sayin’.

Coming Soon: Searching for Bobby Flay

“Every journey begins with a single move.”

Ok, so maybe that is the tag line for Searching for Bobby Fischer. Fischer. Flay. Whatever.

Anyway, when Bryan and I went to NYC a couple of years ago, we ate at MESA Grill, one of Bobby Flay’s restaurants. It was wonderful. One of the best dining experiences I’ve ever had. I ordered a chicken dish that was loaded with spices aptly named “12 Spice Chicken.”

In our recent quest for healthier living, I have been perusing a few Cooking Light magazines and found a great recipe, tasting similar to the one mentioned above, but not as many ingredients. Here goes:

Coat chicken with the following:
2 tsp garlic powder
2 tsp chili powder
1 tsp salt
1 tsp ground cumin
1 tsp paprika
1/2 tsp ground red pepper

Grill or broil chicken. Then cover chicken with 6 tbsp honey and 2 tsp cider vinegar that have been mixed together and place back on grill/under broiler for one minute. Yum!

Flay is no Colonel Sanders. I’ll figure out the other spices soon and let you know. Until then, “6 Spice Chicken” will have to do. I’m just sayin’.

Paging Dr. Dobson...

Okay. I never claimed to be the most BabyWise parent, but I'm not the biggest BabyFool either, so what happened here!?!?!?

A few nights ago, Bryan and I went through the usual bedtime routine with Macy: bath, dry hair, brush teeth, read story, say prayers, tuck in, say goodnight, leave the room with a sweet, "I love you. Sleep tight."

I guess the tucked in one decided that it would be fun to have a stand off to the nth degree with sweet, caring, loving Mommy & Daddy. Let the battle (that felt more like the 100-years War) begin!

Here she came, tiptoeing out of her room and around the corner to the living room, right after I had foolishly taken a NyQuil. What was I thinking!?! How dare I expect a good nights rest when the darling who was supposed to be in sweet slumber wanted to knee me in the parental you-know-whats?

Since spankings, time-outs and removing privileges were currently, how shall we say, not working so well, we decided to give her 2 options: 1. go sleep in her bed. 2. stand in the middle of the living room until she decided #1 was the best option. Again, what were we thinking?!?!? After crossing her arms and announcing she was not going to bed (with full on Shanehneh snaps and sass) and approximately 80 minutes of head bobbing, Bryan giggling and whispering, "She would win a cool million on Survivor!" and me nodding off (remember the NyQuil move?) she was finally carried off to peaceful rest in her bed where she collapsed. Finally. Her two miserable parents also found themselves collapsing only after a small bout of laughing and crying at the same time.

So, now we fear the future. She could either be the strongest leader a Fortune 500 company or our country has ever seen, or, well, I don't even want to think about it. Either way, she will be the most stubborn person I have ever known.

She is one of a kind and we love her dearly. We just pray we learn the best way to train her up in the way SHE should go. All kids are different and this one is no exception.

She stayed in her bed until about 5:30 am, which was a victory for us considering she normally trots across the house about 1:00 am to curl up in her sleeping bag in the floor of our room.

Sweet "victory"? We are saying so, just to make ourselves feel better. Until the next battle royale, we must get our rest.