By Megan We eat the peanuts at my house. We eat fistfuls of salted, dry-roasted peanuts, boiled peanuts, peanut-butter oatmeal bars, Kung Pao chicken with extra peanuts, peanut butter cookies, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and our all-time favorite quick and healthy snack-on-the-go, the simple, elegant, delicious peanut butter spoon. My husband was born and…
Author Archives: Megan
Ten Tips for Mothers Expecting Their Second Babies
By Megan “Wow, looks like my humor has really missed the mark this time! I hope some mothers will still find my suggestions below helpful, even though my slight exaggerations in the interest of a laugh seem to be detracting from the original intent behind my post. Having a second baby is wonderful and fun…
Here Comes The Sun Doot’n Do Do
By Megan My Grandmama used to make this wholesome, delicious, refreshingly citrus-y little frozen dessert snack for my sister and me and our two cousins when we’d all descend upon her of a summer weekend. It was truly sunshine in a bowl, and makes the perfect, PERFECT healthy alternative to those sugary frozen treats our…
Just, You Know, Don’t Expect Us to be Moving Very Fast
By Megan You know what may turn out to be the best thing about my family’s little trip down South last month? Not the sun, or the sand, or the visiting with family, or even the pound after pound of fresh, delicious seafood, but this: Long about mid-trip, I looked over at Al, and he…
Have to Admit I Started to Think I’d Made a Terrible Mistake When Jack the Dog Disappeared in the Creek
By Megan A good friend of mine, Alice, recently mentioned that she’s reading Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House on the Prairie series to her four-year-old son. She’d told him about the book and sat down to read to him, allowing him to continue playing with some toys as she did so. She said he played for just…
And Then She Put Him to Bed in a Drawer (She Didn’t Get That Part from Me, I Swear.)
By Megan “Wait Mama,” Bean called after me as I trotted toward the elevator at a Lexington, Kentucky hotel, an overnight stop on the drive home to Chicago from coastal Carolina, “Let’s sit down for a minute.” So we found a sofa in a quiet corner of the lobby and sat. Baby boy Peabody stood…
And also, I no longer subscribe to all the parenting magazines.
Special thanks to one of my bloggy heroines and my friend-in-real-life Lisa@Take90West. She’s a busy Mom to four and one of the most genuine, sweet people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. I know y’all are gonna love her as much as I do, and I bet most of us can relate fully to one…
“Um, Maddie’s Mom?” she said awkwardly, “Would you care for a deviled egg?”
By Megan It’s the reason I want Mama cards. Well, the main reason. Has this ever happened to you? Every week I take Bean to her little music and imagination class at the local rec department. And every week I sit outside the class, which is held in the rec center’s cafeteria, on this long…
Oh, And the Powerball is 42.
By Megan So, if you’ve happened by my home blog FriedOkra since Thursday, you’ll recognize a few of the events of this post. Apparently I’m something of a psychic, because no sooner had I hit publish on it than a boatload of roto-cooties invaded Bean, and Peabody just gave up sleep altogether, once and for…
1-800-222-1222 (Poison Control Center’s National Number)
By Megan I’ve never had to call the Poison Control Center before. I suppose I was naive in thinking I might get through parenthood without ever dialing the number up there in the title line, my hands shaking, my voice a quivering combination of tears and terror. This weekend, though, that hideous nightmare woke up…