What You Send for Show And Tell, Beginning of School Year to End

Ah, Show and Tell. It’s a time-honoured tradition that teaches children how important it is to have better stuff than other people you know.

And of course the school year starts off with the best of intentions, but as the months wear on . . .

Show & Tell

1. September

A portrait of every one of your daughter’s classmates that you helped her paint on a large canvas, which you then had framed and donated to the class as a gift.

2. October

A hand-knit scarf your great ancestor Mildred Middlebottom made for a soldier who served served in the Franco-Prussian war and single-handedly halted a German invasion while wearing it.

A Mildred Middlebottom Original

3. November

A collection of seashells you gathered together last summer.

4. December

Half-finished colouring book.

5. January

The same dirty pair of mittens she’s worn to school every day since October because you forgot to send anything for show-and-tell.

Blue Mittens for Show & Tell

6. February

A nine volt battery that used to be in a really cool toy that got broken and thrown in the garbage.

7. March

The mittens again.

8. April

A page torn out of the 2003 International Plant Nutrition Institute calendar.

9. May

Mittens.

8. June

A tic-tac that sort of looks like a white smartie.

Tic Tac White Smartie

It worked, FYI

3 Years Ago:

Mrs. Felty:  When the baby’s born, I think it’s important to feed him only the best, most nutritous foods.

Felty: Oh definitely.  I want to focus on locally produced fruits and vegetables, whole grains, soy-based protein sources and a small amount of lean free-range meat and fish.

Mrs. Felty:  Absolutely.  All organic produce of course.

Felty:  Oh, of course.  I want to avoid refined sugars, preservatives, and processed foods altogether.

Mrs. Felty:  Perfect, we’re on the same page.

Today:

Mrs. Felty:  Felty, we’re running out of time!  The house is a mess, we’re a mess, the dog is barking, the baby is crying, we’re never going to get this cake delivered in time for the wedding with Parker crying and screaming.

Felty: I know, I know.  Quick, grab him something to eat.

Mrs. Felty:  Yeah, good thinking.  Let me see . . .

Felty:  Here, give him this big bowl of icing.

Mrs. Felty:  Perfect!  See if you can jam some french fries in there. You know, for roughage.Cupcake with French Fry

What’s Swedish for “Indigestion?” – IKEA Breakfast Review

Feeding children efficiently, healthily and affordably can be a big challenge.

(For more information, please refer to my posts on packing healthy lunches, feeding kids treats or eating sausage with a screwdriver.)

So a couple of years ago, we finally did it.

Finally took the plunge.

Finally threw caution to the wind . . . and ate breakfast at IKEA.

IKEA Breakfast1 Croissant

1 Sausage

Scrambled Eggs

Hash Browns

$1

Yes, $1

When I was in line, I asked how much for a side order of bacon.  She said ninety-nine cents.  I asked if there was a limit per person, or whether I could actually just stand there while they filled my entire IKEA-size shopping cart with bacon.

Like, dude, here’s my credit card – just keep spooning bacon until that thing maxes out.

We had 2 coffees, 1 milk, 1 breakfast, 1 deluxe breakfast (which comes with an extra sausage + pancakes), and 1 side of bacon. 

Our bill was $7.  

SEVEN. DOLLARS.

But . . . before you jump up to let out the seam in your bacon-eating pants it might be worth a gander at my IKEA Breakfast Review:

1. Scrambled Eggs

Perhaps I got off on the wrong foot with the scrambled eggs by seeing them doled out, via ice cream scoop, by a very, very angry ex-convict (allegedly). It’s like this dude’s entire family had been murdered by scrambled eggs and he was getting his revenge by schlopping them onto plates as violently as possible.

 Regardless, these foamy yellow curds (and I don’t mean yellow like eggs, I mean yellow like tartrazine with electric current running through it) no more resembled scrambled eggs than they did a reasonably-priced table lamp.

Spongy. Flavourless. Basically they were human despair in egg form.

2. Croissant

Mmmm . . . just like Grandma used to make – with extra calcium propionate!  As artificial as you can imagine – like, the croissant melts in your mouth . . . but in a way that’s a lot like Mordor calling for your soul.

3. Hash Browns

Actually not too shabby.  Just your average little globs of trans-fatty goodness.

4. Sausage

To call this spongy, wrinkled little abomination a “sausage”  would just be wrong on such a high level.  There was so much artificial colour added to this little wiener that it may as well have been a lesser cast member of The Jersey Shore. 

I’d say that this is what you get when you mix up a whole bunch of chemicals, salt, pork fat and sawdust . . .  but that would just be insulting to the sawdust.

5. Overall

Seven dollars?? 99 cent bacon?? 

“Hello, IKEA, I’d like to make a Sunday breakfast reservation, table of four.”

“Okay, which week?”

“Every week dude . . . every week.”

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How to dress your newborn baby to keep her warm

If She’s Your First Baby

organic cotton sleeper, cloth diapers, organic cotton blanket, fleece blanket, socks, booties, hat, mittens

Dressing Newborn Babies

If She’s Your Second Baby

hand-me-down sleepers, fleece blanket, mittens

If She’s Your Third Baby

dusty car blanket, disposable diaper

If She’s Your Fourth Baby

New York Times Business Review, band-aids, felt stickers, strawberry jam

You do *not* want to see what 9PM looks like

Before I had kids, I didn’t truly understand what it is to lower one’s standards.

7:25 AM

“Daddy, can I have cookies?”

“No honey.  Daddy is steaming you some organic broccoli with a hand-made organic blueberry coulis, avocado-whisk free-range egg-white omelettes and fresh-baked whole-wheat bread!”

“Oh.  Okay.”

10:52 AM

“Daddy, can I have some cookies?”

“No honey.  I’ve got some nice whole-wheat bread here from breakfast; I’m going to make you some grilled cheese.”

“Oh.  Okay.”

2:25 PM

“Daddy, can I have some cookies?”

“Really?  You’re hungry AGAIN?  Daddy’s been chasing after you and your screaming brother since SEVEN AM.  Here, just have these Reduced Sodium Triscuits – at least they’re made with whole wheat.”

“Oh Okay.”

5:27 PM

“Daddy, can I have some cookies?”

“Guys, PLEASE stop crying for just ONE DARNED SECOND.  Daddy’s trying to get this whiskey bottle open.”

“Daddy, can I have some cookies?”

“What?  Okay.  Fine.  Here, but only have 2 each – they’re organic soy & buckwheat cookies.”

“Oh.  Okay.”

6:43 PM

“Daddy, can I have some cookies?”

“Here’s a jumbo carton of double-stuffed Oreos.  Take your brother with you and shut the door.”