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Have you ever tried street corn? Do we grill it, or boil it or maybe fry it in some grease to give it that authentic taste?

Growing up I was around my best friend who was a Latina and I got to try different types of foods and I loved all the flavors but this, is something that I would consider an “off” flavor. Is it the warm mayo, the seasoning may not be portioned just right, I know it’s not the lime because who doesn’t love a good lime flavor?

Me & my daughter decided to make street corn but not from scratch, it was a kit that Kroger sold and it had a prepackaged seasoning which I have no idea what was actually in it; 4 king corn cobs, mayo (probably the worse mayo you could purchase) and a lime 2 cut into 4 pieces which calculated to be one for each corn cob, and we cooked the corn (should have grilled it)- added the mayo, the lime, white cheese and the seasoning but the moment we bit into it, we both looked at each other like “we both messed up” it was like the mayo and seasoning absolutely did not go together.

My daughter said “we are never trying this again”

I said “nope! This is gross, and I won’t even be mad at you for throwing it in the trash right now because I’m heading to the track can now”

We will be grilling it next time, and creating our very own authentic blend and using a very good mayo because that was plastic not mayo. The lime itself was the best part.

Everyone has their own parenting style right?

Sometimes as a parent we are in public, eating with our kids and spouse and a child decides to complain about the food you ordered for them, so what do you do?

We were recently eating at a restaurant , it was an hour before closing and we each placed our order. Our oldest 9 y/o did not want to eat at the restaurant and I said “well son sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do, because in this world we live in we can’t please everyone and not everyone is going to be happy with a decision you make” he still decided to complain, he wanted something else, and it was just the place we chose since it was 9:30 at night, me & my husband were already exhausted from work that day & just wanted to eat and go home.

We chose a table that could fit 8-10 people so that we could all have extra room for our elbows. Our daughter by the window, the complaining 9 y/o in the middle, the 4 y/o on the edge because everyone knows they might make a mess more than the rest so we need to have easy access to the messes they can create. Next to him was my mother in law, and across from them, me & my husband sat because we just needed some extra time beside each other since we did not see each other all day.

Everyone eventually got their food in about 15 minutes, I handed our daughter her chicken tenders with fries and Honey Mustard, the 4 year old his chicken tenders with Ranch, and the kids tray was empty! Were we missing a meal? Did she not ring my complaining child’s food up, or did they make a mistake?

That gave him even more of a reason to complain, “I didn’t get my food, I’m hungry” and I told him to be patient. My husband went back up there to get his food, and when he came back i opened the burger to see that EVERYTHING my 9 y/o did not eat at all was on the burger! (Why does this keep happening on a day that happens to be the day he complains), I calmly asked my husband if he would take it back up there because not only did it have a lot of things on it he did not like, but the bottom bun was hard as a rock.

We finally have a burger with just ketchup, and cheese, he finished it and he’s so full he couldn’t eat the fries.

We all gathered things, tossed the trash and headed out the door to the car to head home for our night time routines .

Complaining doesn’t give us positive attitudes it makes everything feel negative, and that night the one who complained ended up having the missing food, the hard burger bun and things on his sandwich he choose to be picky about.

We wake up each morning to get our days started, and everyone lives different lives & different routines.

As I walked to each child room, turned the light on in each room. I calmly tell them “get up guys, I’m taking you to day camp today”

I walk to the kitchen, open the fridge and remember I made coffee last night and put it in a cup so I could be ready to go when I woke up, that’s how moms prepare themselves for success each day of course. I take the first sip, ahh what a beautiful, bold and creamy taste to start the morning before the chaos of everyone looking for a sock last minute. The house is still quiet so it’s obvious nobody heard the first wake up call.

I head back down the hall, but this time with my cup of wonderful caffeine to give me that morning boost, and head back to each room and tell each kid “time to get up, come on guys”

It was a success, they’re up getting dressed, and we can leave at 7am, which is right on time to get to the day camp by 7:30. But wait! The toddler is still asleep; I need to get him up so he will have time to eat something. I rub his cheek and say “get up little boy, good-morning” and he opened one eye, I say “come on you can eat your breakfast I made you in the fridge” he opened both eyes, smiles and stretches around the bed, runs down the hall and heads to the kitchen ahead of me. I made it back to the fridge and I grab the cute little bowl with a lid on it that I prepped full of vanilla chobani yogurt with some freshly cut strawberries and hand it off to the toddler with a spoon.

I start to get my clothes on, and shoes and I hear a noise —— uh oh, someone left a cup full of juice on the table and it spilled. We’re out of paper towels until I am able to grab some so my daughter grabbed a towel and wiped it clean for me. That’s such a relief. How sweet can kids be sometimes?

Everyone is dressed, ready and heading out the door, in the car everyone buckles up and is ready for the journey of the day.

As we arrive into the entry way of the day camp, I see a huge water slide, oh no!! Today can’t be the day; how did I forget the best day of the summer for the kids! WATER DAY!

This definitely slipped my mind. Guess I will just go with the flow; so I told the kids love them and have a good day, and it’s okay because I will bring the clothes and towels back to them….

We just have to live in the moment; despite what went wrong, despite the anxiety. Everyday is a new beautiful journey that will one day be a fun, or wonderful story to share.