This weeks meal plan and preparation. I’m hungry! Enjoy!
Sunday Meal Preparation:
1/2 bag frozen chicken wings
1 bag frozen turkey meatballs
1 lbs boneless chicken breast
1 lb lean ground beef
1 lb tilapia
I cook ALL these meats on Sunday. Simultaneously. Yup. At the same d@m time! Also on Sunday I slice and divide my fruits and veggies for my smoothies for the week. I package in ziplocks for each day to make for easy grab, blend, and go in the morning!
Dinners & Snacks:
Sunday – Meatball Sandwiches with Salad Snack – yogurt smoothies
Monday – Tilapia, brown rice, broccoli/carrots/cauliflower steamed with cheese Snack – fruit juicers
Tuesday – BBQ Chicken, cheddar broccoli pasta, corn on the cob Snack – grapes
Wednesday – Chicken Penne with spaghetti sauce, salad Snack – uncrustables
Thursday – Chicken Lo Mein with asparagus stir fry Snack – Goldfish
Friday – *Kids Choice* Make Your Own Beef Tacos (whole wheat tortillas) Snack – frozen bananas with whip cream
For Breakfast for me (the kids eat at school), I’m starting off slow. Making smoothies all week with my pre-cut and packaged fruit and veggies from Sunday. Mixing a little of this and that to find combos I enjoy. I’ll post those when I find them out!
This Brown Queen
Isn’t he cayyuutte!! Majority of the time that I’m blogging, researching, reading, internet creeping…this guy is with me. Love me some Joeyyy <333
This Brown Queen
As I reflect back to merely 5 months ago, the memory of what “exactly” went down on October 28, 2012 (and 2008, both my princes were born on the same day 4 years apart. I know. I’m awesome.) is kind of blurry. I don’t really remember the pain anymore. I don’t really remember what was said, or screamed. It all went so fast. Thankfully I was blessed with a super fast lightening speed labor both times. In and out less than 5 hours. YES! My body is completely healed as far as I can tell. Those hours in labor are just a distant faded memory. I guess this is exactly how God intended it to be. I assume us Queens are meant to forget. Because if we were to remember exactly what went down in Labor & Delivery, why would we EVER do it again?!?!
But here’s one thing I do remember. The scariest thing about childbirth for me. During the moments right before you actually give birth, and do so with a failed epidural (if you’re me) so you’re in immense pain, and you literally just want to give up because you can’t possibly push an entire human being out of your lady parts, you realize that: One way or another, there’s a kid inside you…and it HAS to come out. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
And then they are here. And you’d do it all again.
This Brown Queen
I’m talking about breastfeeding. And yes I am proud.
I’m not exactly what you’d call a breastfeeding extremist. I don’t bash formula (in fact I feed my son it often). I’m not screaming breast milk is the best milk. I won’t look down on queens who don’t breastfeed. But for my personal journey, I am QUITE excited about my accomplishment of being only a month shy of SILVER BOOBIES!! (My boobs aren’t actually silver but that’s code name in breastfeeding culture for 6 months of nursing). What I will tell you, are my thoughts, my personal experiences, and my decision to breastfeed my son.
I like to think I have unbiased view of breastfeeding. I have two sons, one I breastfed, one I didn’t. I can tell you what it’s like from both sides of the fence. Of course that makes me no expert, but that makes me experienced so here goes.
Shawn is my oldest prince. I didn’t breastfeed him. I was young, easily influenced, and I let mainstream society views sway my decision. I didn’t want to breastfeed. People thought it was weird. People thought it was sexual. My boobs would get saggy (Queens listen…they gonna sag…embrace it). I respectfully declined the invitation at the hospital. No thanks I’m fine. But then we got home and the problems started. He didn’t react well to regular formula. So we switched to Soy. And that made him constipated. We switched back and forth to no avail and so there was an actual period in time where my prince was so uncomfortable that I had to literally help him poop each morning while he screamed at the top of his lungs in pain. It lasted a month or so then all was fine. He caught colds, but he was fine. We bonded just great. And once my milk dried up, my boobs sagged a bit. Oh well. Embrace it. If I could do it all over again: I would breastfeed.
My youngest prince Joey was born. I breastfed him. I was older. I didn’t care. I’m breastfeeding this baby. Who cares what anyone thinks about it. My boobs…well…as long as my husband likes them. Where’s my baby, take this breast. But then we got home and the challenges started. For breastfeeding to be so natural it’s HARD. Those first few weeks are torture! All he did was want to eat. All day. All night. I was leaking everywhere. It was a nightmare. And I ALMOST quit. In fact. I did quit. I told my husband I was done. Thanks for his support. Bought some formula (the kind that Shawn did best with) and was done. Except, Joey didn’t quit. And giving him a bottle was even worse than breastfeeding 24/7. He looked at me like I was crazy and just wouldn’t accept it. He kept searching for his “real milk” and when he got frustrated he freaked. Like crying so hard he turned red. I gave up and let him nurse and the INSTANT comfort he had melted my heart. I couldn’t stop. So I kept at it. And next thing I know, it was second nature. And so here we are 5 months in and I’ll keep going until he wants to stop.
It’s not always easy but the best things in life usually aren’t. But it’s worth it. Going back to work, it’s been bittersweet. Pumping S.U.C.K.S. but our bonding time at home makes up for it. If you were to ask me in public I’d say: There’s no need to ask me if I’ll be breastfeeding my next kid because I’m DONE! But if you were to ask me for real, ya know, between queens I’d say: Well…if I were to try once more for that princess, YES MA’AM I’m breastfeeding!
This Brown Queen