November 22, 2011

Counting the bounty of my many blessings...

Truly thankful for what's on my plate!
  • Healthy children in mind, body and spirit. (For today anyway...)
  • Friends and family that continue to heal in mind, body or spirit.
  • Laughter
  • Friendship
  • Nearly 25 years of marriage - Only old people are married this long?
  • New England farmers
  • Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
Best health to you and your loved ones,
SuperMom101

November 21, 2011

Fighting to Sell Junk Food to Kids: Really, Grocery Manufacturers? That's Your Highest Priority?

Dear Mr. Jacobson,

Appreciate the work your organization is doing! America (and her children) have never been fatter or sicker and it's so strange we can't seem to figure out why. The good news - the tide is changing.

When high school football linemen ask their moms to bring oranges for the sideline, your high schooler is frustrated she can't get water in the cafeteria school lunch line (but she can get chocolate cow's milk) and your youngest begs you to make school lunch...

Many of the moms (and dads) that I know call chocolate cow's milks, "sports" drinks, soda, and breakfast cereals:

-Candy in a carton
-Candy in a bottle
-Candy in a can
-Candy in a box

It's actually good news that the food and beverage industry is putting all their resources towards this. It means they're on the defensive!
Is this can of chemicals really heart healthy?
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

November 20, 2011

Food Politics- Congress Blocks Healthier School Lunch Choices


New York Times: Congress blocks healthier school lunch choices
Unfortunately four types of cow's milk (including chocolate) still have to be offered on your local school lunch menu or your district will not be reimbursed.... and you still can't offer water!  Now, I wonder what lobbying group wants that to stay status quo?

According to another New York Times article by reporter Ron Nixon, "Food companies have spent more than $5.6 million so far lobbying against the proposed rules."

How much fresh, organic, local produce does $5.6 million buy?

The solution is really rather simple.  Require our congress (and all their aides who eat the freebie meals provided by special interest groups) to eat from the local Washington, DC school lunch programs every day for their full term in office, including breakfast.

Common sense is not so common. - Voltaire

 "Franken food" at its finest and completely nutrionally void

November 19, 2011

Inner Peace

If  you can start the day without caffeine,

If you  can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If  you can resist complaining and  boring people with your troubles,
If  you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,
If  you can understand when your loved  ones are too busy to give you any time,
If you can take criticism and  blame without resentment,
If  you can conquer tension  without  medical help,
If you can relax without  liquor,  
If  you can sleep without the aid of  drugs,  
…Then  You Are  Probably   ………
                The  Family Dog!
-Anonymous
Jack - our family dog

November 17, 2011

Where does the time go?

Our oldest is turning 18!   It's hard to believe that not so long ago we were juggling diaper bags and baby wipes, stressing about nap schedules, and blowing out two birthday candles.

"They grow up fast.  Cherish these moments,"  said a stranger in a restaurant as two exhausted parents who hoped to have their first night out in many...many months struggled with a sleeping baby, hungry toddler and a 30 minute table wait.

I wanted to reply, "Are you nuts.  I can't wait for the time I don't have to buckle them in to car seats, cut their food or fall asleep rereading the same bedtime story four times."

Cousins enjoying a cousin's wedding

The same stranger smiled and continued, "they do grow up fast..."

Zero to five years will feel like 18
and
5 to 18 years will fly by like five


So very true!

I know you don't read the blog, but if you do:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANDSOME*!

*After a trip to the barbershop, you'd always slide off the chair, look to the ground, frown, and whisper, "don't call me handsum."