Life as Mama.
Baby Boo wakes up, about the time college students go to bed, Mama(you) definitely doesn't WANT to wake up, in which case Mama lays in bed becoming the personal jungly gym to an energetic rascal.
And after one to many presses on your bladder, which evidently isn't the same since your little monkey showed up, you decide it's best to get up before you have to change the sheets.
Then comes breakfast, and playing. Playing so much to the point where someone needs a nap, and it's most likely the mama, NOT the baby.
Then comes the games. The nap games. Now, every child is different...or so they say...but we play nap games. Baby goes to sleep, mama puts down baby, baby wakes up..
Then we repeat..
To the point where the first outing of the day is to the book store, to purchase sleeping books...
Because my child doesn't sleep. Laugh all you want, because I am too tired to fight back.
All your gonna get from me is zzzzz's.
And while I sleep, Baby Boo will do all the yelling for me...
And don't think that DADA NANA BLA BLA PPFFFTTHHH translates to something innocent...
Obviously she still isn't saying Mama, which makes me believe that the day she say's Mama, is the day she will sleep, and also the day I become rich.
Rich enough that I will be able to buy what ever I want, and buy what ever I want, I mean food. Because I would rather buy food then get my eyebrows waxed, or my hair did. And trust me, I am sporting a UNIbrow and hair the color of Baby Boo droppings.
And people will probably never understand why I would pay a pretty penny to buy pretty little eggs...
It's not just because I visited the most crowded farmers market known to man, and I had to leave with something, justifying parading through crowds of crazy hungered people dying for samples of hummus.
And even though I may have been one of them, I did not appreciate a women hitting me in the back because I accidently stepped on her toe...
"DADA NANA BLA BLA PPFFHHHTT!"
Trust me.. she regretted it.
But the eggs & the hummus were worth it. Especially since I knew that those chickies who gave me those eggs were fed good food, taken care of, happy, and healthy..
Which resulted in the (best for my body) BeSt tasting eggs I have ever had!
Rosemary Sweet Potato Goat Cheese Egg "Muffins"
(makes 7 "muffins")
4 organic eggs
1 small(mini) cooked sweet potato chopped(about 2/3 cup)
1 TB soy milk
1/2 cup chopped bell pepper
1/2 TB olive oil
1/2 cup crumbled goat cheese
1 tsp. Dried Rosemary
1/4 tsp. Nutmeg
1. Preheat oven to 350. Prepare a muffin pan with cooking spray or oil.
2. If your sweet potato isn't cooked, place potato on a baking sheet and cook oven for about 10-15 min.
3. While potato is cooking, drizzle oil in heated skillet and add peppers. Saute for about 5 minutes, or until they become caramelized. Set aside.
5. In a bowl add eggs, milk, rosemary, nutmeg, goat cheese, salt and pepper. Whisk together. If potato is cooked, take it out of the oven and peel and chop it. Let it cool for a little. Once it's cool, add it to the egg mixture, along with the cooled down peppers. A note on the salt and pepper...I like my eggs a little more salty and peppery, so add how ever much you like.
6. Pour egg mixture into prepared muffin pan.
Can I just say the color of those eggs! SO YELLOW! Such a different in store bought eggs.
7. Put the eggs in the oven and bake for about 15-20 minutes, or until they puff up. Mine took about 15 min, but some can take longer.
8. Remove from the oven, and let cool for a little bit, and then dig in..and ENJOY!
I was a little worried that the house would smell like eggs, because that=gag fest, but it smelled SOO good!
These are for sure a more savory breakfast than I am used to. I was so tempted to drizzle syrup over the top, and I just might have, but I'm not going to confess.
I think they are also a fun way for kids to eat eggs/veggies. If I had a mini muffin pan...OH that would be adorable :)
Oh how I long for the days when I have toddlers and elementary aged children. I can just see myself playing with their food.
But for now I have one child. A very young child who is desperately needing my attention.
Come here little chicky! I found ten bucks in my diaper bag, WOO HOO! Let's go to the grocery store!