According to our site stats, people spend an average of 1.2 minutes reading our finely crafted prose (and my friend’s finely crafted poetry!!) and viewing our carefully composed photos.
Like this one, where I refrained from eating that nut there in the center so that you could actually view a nut in my granola, and not just imagine the ones I had already eaten.
Sigh. I’m so misunderstood.
However, if you could spare another, oh, say, .03 minutes, and click over there on the sidebar on my breakfast documents (there are two), you will see all the stuff I could have put right there in that post.
Further convincing you that you really don’t have time for this nonsense.
You should spend more time here just out of gratitude that I don’t make my posts even longer than they already are, but put all the pertinent but basically non-visual information in a wonderful document that you can print out and keep forever!
What kind of things, you ask?
~ Information about how to get protein into your children. You would understand at last that you have to shop for breakfast food as well as other things, and not just continually run to the store for milk, eggs, and orange juice.
~ Three fabulous recipes that will save you many steps each week.
>~ My own breakfast menus, not all of which feature hot food. Did I tell you it has to be hot? No. Do you know what Egyptian children eat for breakfast? Pita bread, feta cheese, and olives. And they are fine.
~ Different ideas that can be offered on a regular basis. You decide if you will have everyone eat the same thing or if you will let each choose and make his own. Here we each get what we want during the week, with me fixing some people some things, if they want. When the kids were little, I got their breakfast for them. On Sunday I make one big breakfast for all, often featuring something someone has especially requested. Do what you want! But do it.
~ If you’ve already looked at the Save a Step at Breakfast Worksheet, you should know that I’ve added an easy, much-beloved item that I forgot before, called Papa’s Special.
And by the way, I really don’t care who makes breakfast. If you think your kids can make the eggs on their own, go for it.
But they have to eat.
And they can’t eat it if you haven’t bought it. And by “it” I don’t mean boxes of cereal.
Rosie tells about a student she had (she teaches high school) who seemed really hungry of the mid-morning. When the suggestion was made that the child needed to eat breakfast, her mom acted like, yes, that would be a good idea — as if someone from Mars was going to accomplish this!
If your kid is involved in a sport along with other after-school activities and is doing a bunch of homework, probably going to bed a bit later than he should, he is not going to be able to get breakfast and make himself a lunch unless you make it possible.
To reward those of you who keep my stats from hitting rock bottom by reading this far, I will tell you why we call my mother Habou.
You see, the Chief and I got married when he was 28 and I was 19. When Nick was born, a year later, my mother was only 44 years old. And she did not want to be called Granny! Now, Egyptians call their grandmothers endearing names like “beloved” — “Habouba” in Arabic. So, although she is not my Egyptian parent, she opted for that.
However, my kids are true-blue American and shorten everything, hence, Habou. So there you go! MWAH! You are the best for reading this far!