The boys and I are up at my mom's right now, all in a food coma. With St. Patrick's Day tomorrow, my mom decided to make Shepard's Pie today since we were up. My brother, mom and I all had 2 servings. Ashton had a few bites and Clayton took a look at it and said "It's not my favorite" and walked away.
Here's how she made it:
1lb ground beef
1lb stew meat
1/2 large onion (sliced)
1 package mushrooms (sliced)
garlic
1/2 package frozen mixed veggies
1 1/2c frozen corn
1 can cream of mushroom soup
1 can milk (use the soup can after it's dumped out)
8-10 potatoes
seasonings
shredded cheddar
Preheat the oven to 350*
Quarter the potatoes and boil until done, them mash.
Brown the meats in a large skillet, drain when done.
In same skillet, cook the onions and mushrooms until softened. Add garlic and any other seasonings you want. Mom added seasoning salt.
Add meat, can of cream of mushroom soup and 1 can of milk. Stir over med heat until hot.
In a saucepan, bring mixed veggies and corn to hot, drain.
Pour meat mixture into 9x13 pan.
Layer the veggies on top.
Spoon mashed potatoes over the top, smooth out to cover the veggies.
Bake at 350* for 20 min, then sprinkle shredded cheese on top. Bake for another 10 min.
Broil for an additional 5, or until chesse is browned to your liking.
DONE!!!!
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I'm not a HTML-follow-these-impossible-directions-possibly-written-in-Greek-to-rewrite-the-code-a-genius-designed. I never understand what they mean, and it makes me instantly frustrated and sweaty in the palms.
It also makes me react this way:
Sorry for the profanity, but it's true.
Anyway, I've always wanted to have one of the fancy "Pin It" buttons on my blog. It's like some special invite only parties that only certain people are invited it. Dang it, I want an invite!!! Not because I think I post awesome things, but sometimes I do have an angels singing in the heavens moment and would like to share it with my fellow Pinterest addicts.
This is where my awesome mommy friends come in. I hijacked a thread on Facebook mentioning how I can never figure out how to get the button to work. My friend Savanna pointed me in the right direction. After my normal 15 minute frustrated struggle, I GOT IT TO WORK!!!!! *I hear singing from up above!*
So, now I'm one of the cool kids. :o)
Life is complete.
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In my 3.5 years of being a parent, I've managed to avoid the dreaded trip to the ER. Granted, I've made a few "same day" trips to the pedi, and 1 trip to Urgent Care, but that's been it.
Until Saturday.
We were at my mom's for our weekly visit, enjoying a peaceful evening of eating sushi, corn dogs, watching Lost and Veggie Tales.
It was one of those surreal moments where I kinda remember exactly what I was doing, but more perfectly remember the THUD sound and the scream.
I didn't see it happen, I just know Ashton was picking himself up off the floor next to the chest my mom has in her living room. Apparently Clayton pushed him while they were playing and....oops. It took me a minute to figure out where he hurt himself, and I was hoping it was just a bump and that was it. Then I saw the outer corner of his right eye....a nasty split.
My mom managed to get some frozen peas into a bag for me to hold on his eye, and made the decision that I needed to bring him to the ER because it was gaping and so close to his eye. So I called Brendan, told him what happened and what we were doing, threw Ashton in the car, said a quick good-bye to Clayton and mom and we were out the door.
The thing about ER's....they're not very fast. We waited at least a hour, if not longer to get called back, then the time with the nurse and doctor took all of 10 minutes. The doctor decided he didn't need stitches, just a quick super glue job and he'd be good as new. There's nothing worse that hearing the panicked cries of your 1.5 year old as he's being held down by strangers to get a wound cleaned then glued shut. The good thing though, as soon as it was over and he had a popsicle in his hand, all was forgotten.
We got home around 11pm, and this is how he looked:
Not terrible, but not awesome either. I ended up putting a bandaid over it yesterday because he kept wanting to touch it and pick at the glue while saying "owie eye". It was starting to turn black and blue around lunchtime. :o(
Here's how he looked late last night when he was sleeping. Ignore the sweaty hair...he's a human hot box.
Anyway, he'll live another day and everyone has said that won't be our last trip to the ER. However, I hope it's the last one for at least another 3.5 years.
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