How to keep up with the #clothing my #kids’ #outgrow

I’ve mentioned this tip a few times recently so I thought I would share…

How to keep up with the clothing my kids’ outgrow (which seems daily right now!)

Comment below with your tips of how you stay on top of the kids’ clothing.

Death by #DeepFry…What a Way To Go!

My man’s friend brought over a new toy…a deep fryer!

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And chaos ensued, figuring out what could be deep fried, to “break it in”. I searched for a batter recipe on Pinterest, substituting cajun spices instead of the spices listed in the recipe. Next thing I know, Extreme Beans, B’nOlives, pickles and bacon were out.

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The batter recipe said to tap everything dry from the juices.

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My man covered everything with the batter and started frying. For the record, this was his first time deep frying and he didn’t burn anything!

Going into the fryer…

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Frying…

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Checking to see how they are doing…

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To plate everything, my man combined tzatziki and caesar salad dressings, with the spices from the Extreme Bean bottle (since he had used up the beans) for the dip. Here’s the “communal platter” for all the adults who were present…the children all passed…silly kids!

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And because my man is a professional photographer, he felt the “need” to plate each item separately for me to take photos with my iPad. ;)

Deep Fried B’nOlives:

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Deep Fried Pickles:

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Deep Fried Extreme Beans:

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Deep Fried Bacon:

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Oh. My. Gawd!! So much yumminess…and proof my man is trying to “kill me” with all this deep fried yumminess! ;)

* This is NOT a sponsored post. *

* It’s just a snapshot in time of the craziness and yumminess that happens in our lives. *

#Autism #School Calendar & #ReportCards

My Kids Alternate Special Needs Report Cards

A bit late because I was sick for a week with step throat (stay tuned for the blog post about that!), but here’s my son’s Autism class’ calendar for February:

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His class is an Autism-specific class offered through our school board. They follow a Monday through Friday schedule rather than a Day 1 through Day 5 schedule like the rest of the school does.

Report cards were also sent home last Thursday so I decided to film how my kids’ report cards are different from other report cards that go home. My daughter’s report card is the same structure as mainstream school because she’s in mainstream schooling, but has a couple of accommodations for her IEP (Individualized Education Plan). My son’s report card however is very different from mainstream school, seeing as he’s in an Autism-specific class.

Our First #SnowDay of the #School Year

Today, we woke up to a beautiful winter wonderland…and our first snow day of the school year!

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We spent some time with the neighbours in our little culdesac, shoveling out everyone’s sidewalks and driveways, and playing with some of their dogs.

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The kids were both exhausted and happy.

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When we came back inside, I was getting hot chocolate and marshmallows in the kitchen and realized that somehow snow had come in from under the back door overnight. I moved the bookshelf and found a bunch of snow.

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I cleaned it up and, while the bookshelf was moved and half of the kitchen floor was now clean and dry, I figured I would take advantage of it and start putting the laminate flooring I had bought last week, on at least that portion of the kitchen floor. For the last two years since we moved into our home, we just had the underflooring that had been hiding underneath the horrible flooring we had to pull out before redoing the kitchen.

Soon, my daughter got curious about what I was doing in the kitchen and the next thing I knew, she was helping!

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Now we have a beautiful kitchen floor, that we laid ourselves…

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…and my daughter has even asked if something new can be added to her chore chart: mopping the kitchen floor!

But #Moms Can’t Have #Concussions

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Last Saturday, I was at an event where I ended up getting hit in my left eye socket with someone’s mask (it was a costume type of event). It hurt but it was manageable. Sunday morning, I was pleasantly surprised to not wake up with a black eye. Started having a headache later throughout the day but again, manageable with some Advil. Went to bed that night with an ice pack on that side of my head because the headache seemed to be getting worse. No big deal. A good night’s sleep will help.

Monday morning, I woke up with an almost migraine and after finishing the last school drop off, I called my chiropractor to get adjusted, hoping I wouldn’t have the sore eye socket AND a migraine. Told my chiropractor why I was there, and surprisingly, he was able to adjust my eye socket and jaw (which had also gone into a spasm), as well as everything for the almost migraine. He confirmed that he believed I have a mild concussion. Later that day, there was a bit of darkening in that eye socket, but it was gone by Tuesday morning.

Tuesday morning, I had meetings at the kids’ school, which had been scheduled prior to Christmas so I couldn’t cancel. I followed as best I could because I was still pretty fuzzy-headed. Thankfully, someone else takes minutes for one of the meetings so I look forward to reading them when they come out…make sure what I remember from the meeting actually happened. I took notes, but seeing them today, there isn’t much context unfortunately.

What has been amazing throughout this, is my daughter. She’s been constantly checking in with me, asking how I’m feeling, telling me she loves me even more than usual, and even opening my car door for me. Yesterday morning, I told her that I wasn’t sure if I was starting a fever or just having a really long hot flash. ;) Next thing I knew, I could hear her in the kitchen and she brought me an ice pack from her lunch, wrapped in a paper towel (photo above).

Last night, when we got home, she told me to go lie down on the couch. Again, I heard her rustling around in the kitchen. She brought me a cold water (ice cubes and all) and a snack, which of course consisted of her favourite snacks: goldfish crackers and a rice cake. No wonder why she received the Empathy Award at school last year!

She has been so amazing through all of this, and I can’t wait to be all better (even less fuzzy-headed would be helpful, but at least I can see the computer screen properly today…although it’s tough work!)…but while I’m healing, it’s amazing to see how much she is mini-me in trying to take care of me; tuck me in; bring me snacks. I’m in awe of her empathy, and her natural ability to help look after someone else. She amazes me.

Great #CustomerService at @StarbucksCanada

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My man and I arrived at an appointment a bit early this morning, so we went to the Starbucks at the Target that was around the corner to kill some time. I was excited to see that they had nanaimo bar samples…but then after asking, found out that the white drizzle on top was white chocolate…sigh, that’s an immediate migraine for me. Ordered my chai (chai latte, lactose-free milk, no water) only to find out that they only had Oprah chai (not the regular chai). I’m not a big fan of the Oprah chai…it tastes more like the chai from Second Cup which, although good, is not Starbucks chai. So I wasn’t going to get a chai…or so I thought.

My man, in his usual “fix-it” way walked to the back of Target, bought the chai goo (as we call it), and asked the Starbucks if they could make my chai now. Surprisingly, they agreed! He’s tried that before in the States, and they wouldn’t do it; but this is Canada. She made my chai with the new goo (we brought the goo home as there’s a slight difference between the concentrate they actually use in Starbucks and the goo that is bought by the general public). She then told us that there was no charge. We objected, especially since she had made my chai with their milk and we didn’t want her to get in trouble. She then told us that she was the store manager and promised she wouldn’t get herself in trouble. ;)

As we were about to leave, she also asked if we come to Starbucks often. I laughed and said that we were both gold card members, and that my man doesn’t actually buy anything at Starbucks (he doesn’t drink hot drinks) but he still has a gold card because of my Starbucks chai “addiction”. She then gave each of us a coupon for complimentary drinks. Again, we objected but she insisted.

Well, if you insist… ;)