tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post115388272574175088..comments2023-12-30T12:04:59.353+03:00Comments on Code Yellow Mom: Day 53: It's What's For Dinner...Code Yellow Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16283426654179102400noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1153933132287415632006-07-26T20:58:00.000+04:002006-07-26T20:58:00.000+04:00That's a good friend (and a sweet grandpa, too). ...That's a good friend (and a sweet grandpa, too). You'll be able to pay it forward one day.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03789250398792504412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1153928646442949322006-07-26T19:44:00.000+04:002006-07-26T19:44:00.000+04:00You are truly inspirational. I really admire how ...You are truly inspirational. I really admire how you tackle life, and your little boys are adorable!!<BR/><BR/>I use Tess's outsourced kitchens frequently -- there's no end to the choices. :)<BR/><BR/>Woohoo on the paper chain! It's been fun to follow its progress.someone elsehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12524255841655400982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1153920561321371922006-07-26T17:29:00.000+04:002006-07-26T17:29:00.000+04:00Hey - dinner is the only meal around here in the s...Hey - dinner is the only meal around here in the summer that gets the full treatment. We've had our share of "I never ate lunch (or breakfast!)" here too! You are doing a GREAT JOB. The chain will be off the wall soon.Katherine@Raising Fivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12887240362516586161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1153914112755112652006-07-26T15:41:00.000+04:002006-07-26T15:41:00.000+04:00Aww... Sweet post. You're right - sitting down to...Aww... Sweet post. You're right - sitting down together for a meal means a lot to kids. But don't be too hard on yourself. It's certainly okay to have a "snacky" dinner every once in a while, too!<BR/><BR/>But aren't thoughtful friends the best? I'm so glad you got to get out by yourself for a while - you deserve it!<BR/><BR/>And, Henry is just adorable! Love the pictures of him on the counter!Katrina @ Callapidder Dayshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06502432103160398620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1153886807531973642006-07-26T08:06:00.000+04:002006-07-26T08:06:00.000+04:00Man! That's funny stuff commenting first on your b...Man! That's funny stuff commenting first on your blog.<BR/>I love your blog. <BR/>I love that you fed your kids grapes, yogurt and crackers and called it dinner. <BR/>I cannot keep my kids out of the refrigerator. Ben plays house in it and Avery cools off in front of it while doing an inventory of sorts. Things she deems useless, like parmesan and balsalmic vinagrette, get thrown on the floor. Consistently. <BR/>Your boys are SO SO SO SO CUTE. Hemmy is changing!Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18111416635119257827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1153886581278207072006-07-26T08:03:00.000+04:002006-07-26T08:03:00.000+04:00Awww! My lack of cookingness made it to your blog...Awww! My lack of cookingness made it to your blog! lol I'll have you know, though, I did make those quesadillas on Thursday before we knew we had to leave town and The Rev gobbled them down quite satisfactorily. Tonight I fried pork chops and had corn on the cob and salad. Tomorrow? roast w/ onions, potatos, carrots, and I'll think of another side.<BR/><BR/>So there. *raspberry*the liznesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11234658518071610084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1153883515819250722006-07-26T07:11:00.000+04:002006-07-26T07:11:00.000+04:00As a side note, refrigerator raids are Henry’s new...As a side note, refrigerator raids are Henry’s new and ongoing passion. It’s what he does now most frequently when I go upstairs (in addition to the fruit basket raids). His items of interest? “Moob eggs!” For some reason he is not happy with them in the carton, so he transfers them – less than gently – to a drawer. The other is “soss-ha.” Which he gets out, brings to me as I am coming back down the stairs, and starts chanting, “Tips. Soss-ha. Tips. Soss-ha.” <BR/><BR/>No Cool Story: he’s albino gringo, but he LOVES tortilla chips and reasonably spicey salsa. Cal loves guacamole. They have pollos in their pajama toes, but am I raising them right, or what?)Code Yellow Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16283426654179102400noreply@blogger.com