Breakfast in One Hand

The recipe that solved my hangry mornings and got me to work on time!

Spray baking pan and preheat oven to 350. I use a 6 cavity silicone baking pan by Wilton for this, but you could use a casserole dish and adjust the baking time. The important part is that your egg patty fits in your sandwich!

Ingredients

  • 7 eggs
  • 3 egg whites
  • 1 cup milk (I use Almond)
  • 2 cups of chopped steamed veggies (drained)
  • English muffins, Sandwich Thins, Pockets, Bread, Wraps…
  • Cooking Spray

1. Mix eggs, egg whites and milk

2. Divide veggies among 10 sections of the silicone baking pans. Add egg mixture, filling about 2/3 high. 

3. Bake 30 minutes, until tester toothpick comes out dry.

4. Make a sandwich of egg patty and your bread of choice. Enjoy!

4. Allow egg patties to cool and refrigerate for up to a week.

 

 

Mom Survival Stories: Morning

Eating and showering are for over achievers, right? Here’s how one mom figured out how to survive mornings with a toddler, clean and nourished!

If you can just manage to eat in the morning, there’s a good chance you’ll survive the day. It sounds deceivingly simple. I was lucky enough to spend the whole summer home with my one year old. (I was even luckier that his grandmothers took him on Mondays and Fridays!!!) Eating before nausea and starvation set in, I learned was my secret weapon. The logistical prowess to pull that off though… seemed akin to wedding planning. Every. Day.

For a good chunk of the summer, I showered in the morning. It was a great way to start the day. Every day, no matter what I was covered in, I could think back to 6:45- when I felt clean and human… and maybe even looked a little like myself. By August though, the honeymoon was over and my favorite toddler was done letting me shower. My little Houdini had started planning his escape from the seat I strapped him into every morning for my 6 minutes of spa-like bliss. I knew I was in trouble the day he popped his head under the shower curtain to laugh and scream his toddler ‘hello.’ For the next week my showers were stressful. They were full of extra special baby toys- here, play with these ice cube trays- sore throat causing baby songs, and a magically moving baby. One day, I opened the shower curtain to find only one leg still strapped into his seat, and the rest of his body under an open drawer. Finally, I had to push my personal hygiene off to nap time, for everyone’s safety.

During the clean period, as I wistfully remember it, I lazily (read: as fast as humanly possible- but sitting down, which was amazing enough) drank my coffee and ate my breakfast during my son’s first nap. Whether it was a dreamy 90 minutes or a 30 minute crap nap, I’d be nourished and caffeinated the next time I saw his cute little face. Once he started mastering the big escape though, I often found myself just starting to make my breakfast as he woke up. I’d hop in the shower the second the monitor showed me that his little bum was in the air, and he was squishing his face into his mattress for the dreaming to begin. Too often, I’d be cranky and nauseous by noon and have zero patience… even if I was still clean. 

Was I a terrible person? No. I was hungry. It occurred to me, that when my little guy took a morning crap nap- maybe 70% of the time- I wasn’t eating. And I was usually waking up for a 3AM feeding and up for real at 5:30. And I’m a breakfast person! So that’s a miserable combination.

Check back this weekend for the #1handedmeal recipe that saved me from starvation and saved my son from his monster mom.

Bath Time Wrestling

When my son was especially cranky late in the day, my go to response used to be to start bath time early and drag      it      out. Some soothing water, a few floating bath toys and we had a content baby… until recently. At 13 months, this little guy is very preoccupied with perfecting the art of “standing.” Pretty much all day long, he can be found practicing standing unassisted. If he’s cooking at his play grill, you’ll see him put his little hands out, one holding a plastic corn cob, and balance until he plops down on his bottom. He also likes to get up to standing these days without pulling up on anything- another impressive trick culminating in the diaper plop and very proud smile. All day long, I am impressed by this… waiting anxiously for the day he decides to take his balancing act on the road- and I start caring for even more boo boos.  

 

Just like when he learned to roll over and to crawl and to point, this kid wants to practice his newest skills everywhere he is, ALL of the time… This has turned bath time into a nightmare. If you’ve ever lost one of the horrific diaper change wrestling matches that start around 10 months, this bath time thing has the same intensity. The only difference is, instead of being afraid of getting covered in poop- I’m afraid both that he’s going to fall in the tub, break a tooth on the faucet and that I’m going to throw out my back trying to wrangle him back into a safe position.

Here’s what bath time looks like these days: Water, bubbles and toys ready, add baby. Baby smiles and splashes, collecting the toys that are floating around until noticing (suddenly) that there is a faucet on the other side of the tub.

Intervention #1. Lean over tub wall. Slide baby back to other side of tub with back facing the faucet. Distract with songs and toys. Make orange fish spit water at him.

 

Baby slides onto his knees, eyeballing the black stain I (still) cannot remove on the tub wall that separates us. Grabs the side of the tub to get a closer look, while pulling to standing.

Intervention #2. Lean over tub wall, swipe under legs with forearm, like a ninja. Baby is surprised to be in a seated position once again… facing the boring wall. My singing gets louder. He laughs. I love that laugh!!! All toys find their way right in front of the baby.

I look down to assess the wetness of my clothes. I did pretty well. My shirt is DRY. A shovel landed in my lap though. It held more water than I expected. Whatever. We’re still both safe!

Baby is standing again, holding the bar that used to hold our shampoo in place… (Ha!! Back when adult cleanliness was a thing.) Reaching for the shower sprayer, which is dangling next to the faucet that is covered by the hideous foam whale that is supposed to protect his face in the event that I can’t. And, it’s a good thing- because I’m pretty sure I can’t. 

Intervention #3. Lean over tub wall to seat wet slippery baby, but realize his grip on the bar is too strong. Ouch. My back. Re-position myself. Sit sideways on tub wall to get a better grip on those ridiculously strong fingers, all the while watching him sway and slide dangerously… now eyeballing that damn whale. 

 

Once I’ve pried his fingers off of the bar and seated him again, facing the boring side, I know the clock is ticking. He’s pissed. There are things he wants and they are all behind him. I release the drain and grab the sprayer. He frantically starts crawling in place after the moving suds. (Thank you, God for this distraction!) Over the next 90 seconds or so, I wash the baby, spray him down with clean water and wrap him in a towel. When we make it into his bedroom I realize we are 20 minutes ahead of schedule. It is NOT bedtime yet.

 

 

Things I Didn’t Know I Needed Until AFTER I Had A Baby

Cuticle Scissors. Thank you to my friend Anne. The first time I almost ruined my son’s life was when I clipped the tip of his pudgy little baby finger with the baby nail clippers. The nail clippers came with our thermometer, another pair with our baby first aid kit and another with some bottles. You’d think that means they are the best way to cut a baby’s claws… I mean nails. I swore I’d never cut them again. He wore adorable baby mittens. Eventually though I started worrying about the impact of the mittens on his self esteem and social development if I sent him to kindergarten in them. Anne recommended I try cuticle scissors. What makes these THE ANSWER is that you can see with your own eyes what is between the two sharp pieces of metal. You can also slide them around into just the right position. If you’re giving someone a baby gift that comes with baby nail clippers, rip it open and replace them with cuticle scissors and a note! Be sure to follow me on Facebook and Twitter so that you don’t miss the other 4 Things I Didn’t Know I Needed Until AFTER I Had A Baby posts!