Chilled Monkey Brains, anyone?

Mama Jo:  Picky Eaters. They make me CRAZY! I can’t imagine anything I couldn’t choke down if I were eating at someone’s home, even if it weren’t my favorite. I mean, come on…if someone were to invite you into their home, it’s not like they are going to make the grossest meal they know how, right?

It’s true. I am offended when I have guests in my home who won’t even “try” what I have prepared. Or else they feel that they need to “dissect it” before eating. It’s one meal. Deal with it.

Determined that we would not raise a household of picky eaters, Mr. Incredible and I used various tactics. The most common one was that each child had to eat some of everything. If they didn’t eat it, it went into the refrigerator until the next meal where it was served up cold. I might add that there was NOTHING else offered as a inbetween meal snack. We only had one thing last until lunch the next day, and so I would say we have raised a household of non-picky eaters. (I’m not saying that they have loved everything placed in front of them, but, nonetheless, they will eat anything!)

Another tactic was bring up the rules of any future missions they might serve. “When you are on your mission you will offend the person feeding you if you don’t eat what they offer you. If you offend them, they might not EVER invite the missionaries back into their home for dinner. Think of all the hungry missionaries that will be mad at you because no one will offer to feed them. You need to practice now eating everything on your plate, blah, blah, blah.” This conversation invariably would turn to terrible things you might possibly get served on your mission.

One day, whilst (isn’t that a great word???) I was volunteering in Scooter’s kindergarten class, I overheard him telling one of his little classmates about “how my dad ate chilled monkey brains on hims mission.” I about busted a gut!

But, sure enough whilst (there it is again!) Scooter was on his mission, I saw this box in the store. Do you think I sent it to him?

I suggest serving it chilled!

Procrastination--OR--I think I'll warm my hands by the fire!

Jemima:  Go-Bot is the master procrastinator. I think mostly he is the master irritator! Any time he is asked to do something, he will say, “But first, I must warm my hands by the fire.”

Mama Jo:  We fell for it the first 37 times he said it, afterall, it is freezing in most sections of our home. I, myself, have succumbed more than one to the urge to stand in front of the fire until you are toasty warm and then running up the stairs and climbing into bed.

Ahhhh. Nothing beats warming up your hands (or body) by the fire!

Mama Jo loves Jemima

Jemima:  How else would you describe the love and dedication she has for me?

Notice the snow. Are you noticing how deep it is?

In case you don’t realize this, Corgi’s have microscopic legs, so if there is any amount of snow on the ground, chances are that my stomach is going to be dragging in it. (not to mention my other body parts that are also close to the ground!)

This winter has been the winter from the neither-world. Mr. Incredible has been irritated because I haven’t been overly excited to go outside and do my “dooties.” But Mama Jo understands my needs. She shoveled a path out to the nearest tree for me.

 Yes I was grateful.

Of course I love her best!

Scooter Comes Home!

Mama Jo:  Well done thou good and faithful servant!

The New Stove!

Jemima:  Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.

Mama Jo:  Finally, after years of waiting, the McCredibles have a new stove.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, what’s underneath your branches?

Mama Jo:  If Cadie Cat were a pig, she would be in Hog-Heaven. A Christmas Tree just for me? Oh, you shouldn’t have.

Thirty-one ornaments on the ground in just one hour? Thank you so very much; it was great fun. But if you will excuse me, I’m feeling a little tired. I think I’ll just take a…little…nap…

Jemima:  Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

I’ll take a crabby pattie, hold the mayo…

Jemima:  Do you like my new look?

Mama Jo thought that GoBot could wear this to band camp. I can’t imagine why he wouldn’t. I didn’t mind wearing it all. In fact, everyone who sees this picture thinks that they see a smile on my face.

It’s true!