Archives for August 2010

McDonald’s Family Time Getaway, Post 2

This is a sponsored post from BlogHer and McDonald’s.

I’m a sucker for family time. In fact, if too much time passes without some really intentional activities with my people, I get all discombobulated and twitchy and grumpy. To me there is nothing more fun than hanging out with the people I love the most, and when we have that solid, uninterrupted time together, I just treasure it. It’s like a great big hug that lasts for days at a time.

I could probably bore you to tears with an exhaustive list of all my favorite family activities, so I’ll spare you. I will tell you, though, that right now I am really carried away with how our summer pool and beach time brings us closer together. In the fall I’m all about road trips to college football games and getting to hang out with old friends and their kids. The winter makes me long for big holiday gatherings with our extended family, and when spring rolls around, I’ll be ready for us to get outside and kick the soccer ball and spend Saturday mornings on the soccer field.

And then there’s the day-to-day stuff that knits us together – sitting outside while we re-hash the day, eating dinner together at the kitchen table, reading before bedtime and snuggling up for no reason at all. Those are the things that I treasure the most as a family, and those are the things that we can do together no matter where we are.

A few months ago we had a few days of family time in Chicago (with McDonald’s) – which was a little outside the norm for us – and one of the neatest parts of our trip was taking a tour of a Ronald McDonald House®. While I’ve known about the great work that goes on at Ronald McDonald Houses for the last fifteen or twenty years, seeing that work in person was something really special for our family. It’s a place that provides stability and care for families when they’re in the midst of difficult circumstances, and it gives them a way to continue to share family time with each other even when they’re navigating their way through medical issues.

 

 

And here’s some exciting news from the McDonald’s folks:

As part of the “Family Time. Happy Time.” campaign McDonald’s® and Ronald McDonald House Charities® (RMHC®) have developed the “Make Family Time Happy Time” online widget application. The “Make Family Time Happy Time” widget encourages moms to join other moms in the Family Time conversation and share “happy” tips for quality family time.

Through the widget you can pledge minutes or hours of activities with your family in celebration of what matters most – spending time together. We also invite you to join the conversation and share your favorite family activities with other families through the widget. You can then share the widget with your friends and family through Twitter, Facebook, and email. In addition, as part of this campaign, McDonald’s will donate 1 penny to RMHC® for every minute of time you pledge to spend with your family up to 1,000,000 minutes. Minutes and pennies are tiny amounts that, when added up over time, can make a big impact, so start pledging your family time!

Isn’t that great? You pledge family time, and McDonald’s gives money to RMHC®. That’s a win-win.

If the widget isn’t showing up here, you can find it – and pledge your time – on McDonald’s Facebook page.

If you’d like to win a McDonald’s prize pack – which includes a $25 gift card to McDonald’s, a Just Give gift card for the charity of your choice and all sorts of other fun stuff (estimated value $100) – go pledge family time on McDonald’s “Make Family Time Happy Time” widget and let us know what you pledged in the comment section for a chance to win! And after you share your pledge, feel free to share any favorite family memories you have that are tied to McDonald’s.

Be sure to visit the other bloggers who are participating in this giveaway (they’re listed over on the BlogHer.com special offers page). And by all means feel free to check out the official rules.

This giveaway is now closed.

Kellogg’s Love Your Cereal – Post 1

This is sponsored content by BlogHer and Kelloggs.

I was never really a fan of breakfast when I was growing up. I would usually eat whatever my mama fixed so as not to rock the early morning boat, but it was mostly something I tolerated, not enjoyed. And when I got to college, breakfast became something that I just flat-out ignored. I wasn’t even remotely interested in it.

I would not recommend this practice, by the way. My breakfast-less philosophy was right up there with my maybe-if-I-only-eat-popcorn-I’ll-lose-10-pounds philosophy. That is to say: worthless.

Youth is wasted on the young, my friends.

But when I was in my mid-20s, a switch flipped, and suddenly breakfast became my very favorite meal of the day. I don’t have any idea what caused this seismic shift – it certainly wasn’t because I loved to wake up early, because truth be told I would sleep until the crack of noon whenever I could – but I started to see breakfast as a meal that was chock-full of possibilities. I also started to recognize that I was way more productive – not to mention cheerful – when I took the time to fix myself a good breakfast. It’s a habit that’s stuck with me through the years.

Since I know firsthand the difference between a day that begins with a great breakfast and one that doesn’t, I’ve tried to be very intentional about making sure our little guy gets a good start to his day – every day. I really like to fix a hot breakfast, but time doesn’t always cooperate (or maybe the real problem is that I don’t always cooperate with time). My husband leaves the house much earlier than my little boy and I do (most mornings), so it’s usually just the two of us at the breakfast table. It’s one of my favorite times of the day. We both love cheese grits (not the instant kind), so that’s always a big hit, and we love to talk about how tasty our grits are while we’re eating. Perhaps we have some grits-related issues.

I’m a die-hard oatmeal person in the fall and winter, but since my child does not share my oatmeal-related enthusiasm, I usually sacrifice the oatmeal for the convenience of making something we’ll both eat (I don’t know if I mentioned it, but we’re fans of cheese grits). But we like other stuff, too: cheese toast, peanut butter toast with a banana, cinnamon-sugar toast or bacon and eggs. Last spring I got on a kick of making breakfast sandwiches with English muffins, eggs and bacon, and that’s probably going to be our go-to breakfast when we crank up our back-to-school routine in a couple of weeks. Some mornings we eat cereal, and it never ceases to fascinate me that my child likes his milk on the side. To me this practice is sort of like making chocolate chip cookies with the chocolate chips on the side, but apparently dry cereal is loaded with all sorts of tasty nuances that I have yet to experience. I’ll just take his word for it.

More than anything, it’s important to me that we share that time together in the morning – the food and the conversation fuel our day. I think it’s critical for kids to have variety in their meals and to continually try different foods. Breakfast is a great time to introduce them to new kinds of bread, cereal and fruit, don’t you think?

So what about you? What’s your favorite breakfast food? Leave a comment with your answer, and you’ll be entered to win a $100 Visa gift card (and come back next week to enter again – because these giveaways will continue for the next 11 weeks).

And be sure to visit the BlogHer.com Kellogg exclusive offers page – you have 24 other chances to win $100 every single week that this program is running!

Mom’s Breakfast Club was started to help educate moms and families about kids’ cereal and share the scoop on their nutritional benefits and ingredients. To learn more about the program, visit www.betterbythebowl.com.

This giveaway is now closed.

The Sweetest Summer

I have an ear infection. I’m sure it has something to do with not allowing my unusually small ear canals to drain properly after spending nine to twelve hours in the pool every single day last week. Sometimes relaxation has a price, my friends. And the price for me, apparently, is the cost of a co-pay to the ENT.

Anyway, I’ve been running a little teeny bit of fever, so tonight, after I loaded the dishwasher, I retired to my sickbed so that I could prop myself up against some comfy pillows and nurse my splitting eardrum while checking Twitter and watching “Flipping Out.” Just as our forefathers did in ye olden days.

I could hear Alex talking to his daddy while I was resting, and about thirty minutes later, he took a shower, washed his hair, put on his pajamas – and then he made a point to check on me. He asked about my ear, expressed concern when I told him that it still hurt, then gave me a big hug and told me that since I wasn’t feeling great he was going to leave me alone and let me be quiet.

I may or may not have gotten a little catch in my throat as I watched him walk out of the room. He really is the most tenderhearted little guy I have ever known. Granted, he’s a walking sound effect who can’t wait for football season and who’s mildly obsessed with any word related to the restroom, but still. He’s kind. Protective. Strong in ways I never expected.

A few minutes later the seven year-old walked back in the room, and he handed me a book that I’ve been trying to read for the last month or so. I can’t seem to get into it, so it’s been sitting in my pool bag for what feels like a sweet forever. Then he spoke up:

“I know you’re not feeling good, and this is the only thing I know how to make, Mama.”

And as I looked into the big blue eyes of a boy who’s getting bigger by the day, I realized that while my ear may be a little on the achy side right now, I am quite certain that my heart has never felt better.

The end.

Just A Quick Reminder…

…that the McDonald’s Family Time Getaway giveaway is still up and running – but it closes tomorrow.

Also, The Laughing Cow giveaway will be open until Sunday.

Thanks, y’all!

Sacrificial Giving

My brother is what you might call a character. He’s just as mischievous now as he was when he was 14, and he has never ever in his whole life met a stranger. In fact, if he met you right now, he would ask you question after question until he figured out a person the two of you might have in common. And then, when he discovered the common friend, he would say, “Don’t you remember when she lived in that house on Oak Street? You know, the one that the So-And-Sos lived in before they moved to Illinois in 1975 when their grandmother passed away and they inherited that baby grand piano that they donated to the church and then Miss Burnett played “Standing On The Promises” at the piano dedication service and forgot the notes when she got to the chorus and we all got REAL tickled? Yeah. I loved that house.”

A character.

Well.

Saturday morning after breakfast the little man and I walked down to Brother and Janie’s condo because we were all going swimming together. We were sitting around waiting for everybody to gather their stuff when my brother said, “I think I’ll run to the grocery store real quick and pick up some turkey for lunch.” Janie and I looked at each other and grinned because, well, my brother LOVES to grocery shop. LOVES IT. Maybe it’s the 21st century equivalent of hunting and gathering. Maybe it’s the side of him that likes to take care of people. But for all of our adult lives, if anybody needs anything from the store, Brother is the first one to jump in the car and go. In fact, I am firmly convinced that one day when the Good Lord calls him home, Brother is going to ask if he can have just a few more minutes so that he can run by Fresh Market. And then he will tell God that Fresh Market’s meat REALLY IS THE BEST.

So Brother set off for Publix in search of turkey, and Janie and I speculated about what else he might pick up while he was there since it’s never just one thing with him at the grocery store. He’s always going to find a new kind of barbecue sauce or stock up on his favorite mustard or see some special kind of seasoning that looks like it would be really good on steaks. The whole thing just fascinates me. My personal theory is that because Brother is a successful businessman whose work tends to fall on the extreme side of MIND-NUMBING PRESSURE COOKER, the grocery store relaxes him. Transactions are simple there. Nobody wants to negotiate.

Janie and I took the boys to the pool, and after about an hour and a half, Brother joined us. And he brought a bag of gifts with him.

As he was opening the bag, he told us how he’d gone to the grocery store and gotten turkey. And, well, some bread and Cokes and a tomato and a head of lettuce and some mayonnaise and Provolone cheese and Pringles. And then he saw a store in the same shopping center that specialized in SEC spirit wear, and they were having a sale, and it was sales tax-free weekend, and he thought they might have some Ole Miss shirts for his boys.

Yes. You read correctly. Ole Miss shirts. Because he and Janie both went to Ole Miss. And Sister and I, if you remember, both went to Mississippi State. As did D and my daddy. The Bulldog / Rebel divide can make for some tense Thanksgivings, but by and large we all try to be (relatively) good-natured about it. Janie is actually the best-natured of us all and will actually send congratulatory texts when State has a big win in football or basketball. EVEN AFTER THE EGG BOWL.

I’m just not that big of a person, y’all. Keep in mind that I still haven’t seen The Blind Side.

Anyway, Brother told us all about the store with the SEC merchandise and how the owner said business had really been tough this year. He thought he’d look around and see if he could find a few things, and while he was buying for Janie and the boys, he picked up some stuff for Alex and me, too.

Doesn’t that just warm your heart? The Rebel season ticket holder of 20-plus years bought MSU merchandise for his Bulldog-loving sister and nephew. AND SOMEHOW THE WORLD CONTINUED TO SPIN ON ITS AXIS.

Alex is crazy about his hat, and I have to tell you that those flip-flops made my whole day. I’m going to WEAR THEM OUT this football season. And maybe – hopefully – I’ll be wearing them out while I’m receiving congratulatory end-of-game texts from my sweet sister-in-law because the Bulldogs are at the top of the Western division and headed to the SEC Championship game.

Remember: football season hasn’t started yet. All forms of championship-related optimism are still perfectly permissible.

It’s good to have a dream.

Almost The End

I don’t know if it was the steamed shrimp or too much sun or an excess amount of chlorine, but last night I had the weirdest assortment of dreams I can ever recall. They ran the gamut, including but not limited to:

– a denominational debate with my cousin Benji
– winning a free meal from a restaurant in Hattiesburg, MS that also sold iPods and iPod accessories
– watching my Aunt C teach swimming to pre-schoolers at an indoor lap pool
– researching the original meaning of my cousin’s girlfriend’s name (only her name was “Gina” in my dream, which isn’t her real name at all)
– getting my dorm room ready for school (HELLO, 18 again)

So needless to say I was worn slap out when I got out of bed this morning.

We’re heading home in a couple of days, and we’ll hit the ground running in terms of getting back into the school time swing of things. Last night I made a long to-do list that made me want to cry a little bit, but we’ll get ‘er done. At least we can rest in the peace of knowing that we’ve had a great time relaxing this week with our family.

We can also rest in the peace of knowing that we’ve reached some unanticipated new snack food heights. We’ve gone from this –

to this –

over the course of just a precious few days.

It’s a memory that will sustain us in the days and weeks to come.

Amen.