I’m late getting this post up because the boys and I are in Iowa visiting my parents. I was going to completely ignore my blog while we were on this trip, but I still haven’t adjusted to Central time so I’m wide awake while everyone else in the house is in bed. I’ve got my trusty laptop with me though so I decided I may as well share last week’s lunches.
Monday’s snack was a pile of blueberries and “ham-mers” (cubes of hams on pretzels). When I came to pick Wyatt up at camp, the head counselor told me she had to give him an extra snack because he was still hungry after he ate this.
Seriously though, I can never tell how much that boy is going to eat. At least once a week I open his snack box to find it untouched.
On Tuesday, Augie’s lunch had corn, leftover rice, some grapes (I always half or quarter them to ensure he doesn’t choke — I’m not taking any chances), strawberries and some chopped turkey meatballs.
Wyatt had an extra big snack on Tuesday because I didn’t want him to starve at camp: whole wheat crackers, baked tofu chunks, strawberries and a few cat cookies.
He didn’t even come close to eating it all. There were even cookies left!
Wednesday’s toddler lunch featured ham chunks, frozen peas, little peanut butter sandwich crackers (Trader Joe’s version of Ritz Bitz) strawberries and some crazy good cantaloupe.
The five-year-old’s snack had salami, strawberries and some cat cookies.
Thursday we flew to Iowa! I took two kids on two planes all by myself! It was just awful, but not nearly as bad as I expected. For example, there were multiple screaming fits and one of the kids ran away from me at O’Hare, but there were no blow-out diapers so that was a win.
I had to pack food for the plane, of course, because there was no way I was going to trust United to have something I could feed my kids (Augie’s got problems with dairy) or that I was willing to feed my kids (Wyatt would happily fill up on chips and cookies from a purchased snack box but that wouldn’t have worked so well mood-wise). So I made bentos for everyone. What I learned is that bentos are awesome for the plane for a five-year-old or for a grown woman but they are not so awesome for an almost two-year-old. There was no way at all that I could put a box of food down on the tray table in front of Augie, unless I wanted it immediately dumped on the floor and I couldn’t even have it on my neighboring tray table very easily because he kept trying to kick it. Bleh. I somehow got everyone fed though. (Though keeping them fed did involve a stop at McDonald’s at O’Hare where I bought two gigundo boxes of fries and told the kids, “Eat as many french fries as you want! Yay! Isn’t it fun to travel alone with Mommy??” O’Hare was kind of rough.
Wyatt got some salami, strawberries, grapes and a sandwich of home made plum jam on a half of a hamburger bun.
Augie had strawberries, grapes and PB&J on the other half of the bun.
I had whole wheat crackers (August ate all of them), grapes, one strawberry and a cream cheese and plum jam sandwich.
Back to my vacation! The cicadas are chirping and I am finally starting to get tired. I’ll be back next week!