Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Perfectly Practical #227 - Tip to Get Your School Kids to Drink Water

It's the middle of the first semester and by now a school day routine has been set and followed for the most part.

I know one concern we've had with Diva was that she doesn't drink enough.  How can she concentrate throughout the day if her body isn't properly hydrated?

Diva is not a fan of plain water - never has been.  That's a problem especially since we don't drink soft drinks often, I don't buy juice, and there is only so much milk one can consume (although Diva tries to push her natural limit.  That girl loves milk.)  We also don't use sweeteners so diet drinks are out.

AND she sees through that whole fruit infused water stuff; she considers that a waste of fruit.

She will drink water, but she doesn't enjoy it and will go for it only if she is really thirsty.  But as we know, by the time the brain registers thirst, the body is already on the path to dehydration.

This is my solution:  instant drink mix.  I can harp on the child to drink water and even monitor her intake when she's home but she is at school for most of her waking hours so at least I know she's had one glass of water during the day.

Is it the healthiest option available?  Probably not, but it does mean that her thermos comes home empty from school so I'll count that as a win.

Instant Drink Mix

3 Sachets of Unsweetened Powdered Drink Mix
2 cups Sugar

Pour drink mix and sugar into a pint jar.  Screw down lid and shake contents in jar until mixed.
Stir in 2 teaspoons of mixture per glass of water.

Things to think about:

Two teaspoons of this mix is roughly 30 calories which is far less than most any other drink option.

You could use something other than sugar like honey crystals or coconut sugar if you don't want regular ol' refined sugar.

You could use powdered lemon or lime or even instant tea instead of the powdered drink mix if you don't want the food coloring involved.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Spring & Summer Hats 2016

Easter bonnet 2016

It's hard to believe, but we've come to the end of the line.

Sadly, I have no more hats to show you.

I guess that means I need to do a little shopping. 
In the meantime, if you want to take a look back down memory lane, you can see my collection here:

Spring 2011
Summer 2011
Fall 2011
Winter 2011-2012
Spring 2012
Summer 2012
Fall 2012
Winter 2012-2013
Spring 2013
Summer 2013
Fall 2013
Winter 2013-2014
Spring 2014
Summer 2014
Fall 2014
Winter 2014-2015
Spring 2015
Summer 2015
Fall 2015
Winter 2015-2016

This is part of WIWW.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Madly in {Puppy} Love

Engineer never wanted Diva to grow up not knowing the love of a dog so at 5 months pregnant, we trundled down English back roads to a tiny village outside of Oakhampton where a couple of guys were selling a Yorkie/Westie cross puppy.  When we got to their house, I was in desperate need of the loo (I was pregnant remember) so I asked the owner if I could use his facilities and when I came back out, Engineer had a wiggly matted dirty little ball of fur in his arms. 
He was grinning from ear to ear. 

He was smitten.

As we drove the windy way home, we decided on the name Truffles since it was close to Valentine's Day.  Engineer then spent every morning training Truffles to do all sorts of tricks.  She could sit, stay, lay down, roll over, play dead, beg, and wave.  He also taught her to freeze when a treat was on her nose until he said "okay." 

She was a smart as a whip. 
She was also stubborn as all get out.
She was every bit of a determined terrier.
Engineer said that she and I were peas in a pod; that's probably why she picked me as "her person."

As a puppy, Truffles would come lay across my feet while I was at the stove cooking.  She also liked to lay across my belly while I was pregnant.  She slept with us at night and many times I would wake up to find that she had wriggled her way under the covers and was laying on her back with her head next to mine on the pillow.  If I happened to move my face toward her during the night, I would be awakened by a wet nose touching mine and a lick on the face. 

Truffles loved walks in the English countryside, along the canal, or on the beach.  She especially liked the beach because that walk would end at a tearoom which resulted in a bit of cake for all.

She went with me everywhere, to Diva's school, to work, to the bank, to my parents' house.  She lived with us in two countries and two states, went on quite a few road trips with us, and outlived several of her doggie siblings.

You could always find Truff in a laundry basket or a bag, on a blanket or a pile of dirty clothes - anywhere warm, soft, and/or squishy.

Truffles had gotten a lot slower in her advancing years and walked with what we called the "Truffle Shuffle."  She was not without her problems, she had severe allergies, chronic ear infections, she became blind and deaf, and developed arthritis and mammary tumors.  It was when the tumors changed shape and size and she quit eating that we knew she didn't have much time left with us.

Engineer looked at me one morning last week and said, "You should take Truff and have a good day with her today; it may be her last."  So we did.  She rode with me to Diva's school (one of Truff's favorite things) and we spent a little while outside just letting the breeze caress her face. The dog affectionately known around here as Truffty Puff Dog McGraw and I ate pretzels (the only thing she would eat) and had a "Gilmore Girls" binge watching session.  She laid on my belly and slept like she had done when she was a pup.  I did a fair amount of crying and if a shifted at all, again, like she had done 15 years previously, she licked my face with her velvety tongue.  

On Thursday of last week, we said goodbye to our first "Little Girl" and on Friday Diva woke up to the first day in her life without Truffles in it.  Truffles almost made it to 16.

Engineer says we plant roses and dogs at every house.  We had planted roses months ago and on Thursday evening, we planted a dog.  

Monday, September 12, 2016

Madly in Love

It's amazing to me how something as simple yet bizarre as an integer can spark a conversation in our house.

I'm sure that I've mentioned before about Engineer's fixation with numbers.  I mean, c'mon...he is an Engineer after all.  It is literally his job to be obsessed with numbers.

This morning as he was checking Diva's Algebra II homework, one answer to a problem was 24.  Engineer then proceeded to describe how cool the number 24 is.  Please keep in mind, this conversation was before 6:30a.m.

  • 24 is divisible by the consecutive numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, as well as 6, 12 (6x2), and 24 (12x2) which are the doubles of themselves. 
  • The first numeral (2) is the square root of the second numeral (4).
  • Both numerals are even
  • Etc.  
In a bit of pre-coffee teasing, I said to him, "24 is certainly cooler than 38."  (Engineer just had a birthday last week and he turned, yes, you guessed it, 38.)

He shot back, "Ugh!  38 is the worst!  One numeral is even and the other one is odd, it's only divisible by 1, 2, 19, and itself!  38 doesn't even like 38!  The best thing that ever happened to 38 is that I turned it" and with that, he walked away.

I am madly in love with my self-assured nerdy Engineer who is actually the coolest thing to happen to 38. 

1-4-3 EM for making me laugh about math even before coffee.

Friday, September 9, 2016

The Land of the Living

This was at the annual Arts District Open House in downtown Houston. That is Diva's friend on the right who gets roped into our silliness a lot of the time. They did not tell me that we weren't smiling for the photo, nor did they mention that my dress wasn't fastened in the back so it looks like I am wearing a tent. Thanks guys.

I took an unintentional 3 month break from blogging over the summer.

It wasn't that I wasn't cooking, wearing hats, loving my family, or generally doing perfectly practical things, it was that I was.

This summer one or more of us:
  • Met Frank from "American Pickers"
  • Went to Pine Cove summer camp
  • Attended White Sox, Astros, and/or Pirates' home games
  • Tubed in New Braunfels
  • Joined a chess club
  • Went to church camp in Colorado
  • Had a birthday
  • Jumped from an airplane 
  • Took ballroom dancing lessons
  • Became a member of a pirate bar
There were some other pretty cool activities (and a good deal of traveling) thrown in which all went by so quickly; but, now it's time to get back into a routine...as much of a routine as a complete overhaul on the outside of one's house and a 15 year old learning to drive will permit.

Yeah, life is only getting more interesting around here.

I just wanted to let you know that the Moppins Family still lives...and takes ridiculous photos.

More to come...

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