Here's a fun thing to blog about...
I have 2 friends, that I met at a parenting support group about 10 years ago, that I get together with about once a month for dinner and talking. We take turns choosing where we are going to eat so we get to try a great variety of restaurants and kinds of food. Then we sit and talk for hours...usually about 6 or 7...about our kids/grandkids, and life and stuff. I really look forward to it. Well last time we got together, Sannea, one of the friends, indicated that she would like to learn how to make wheat meat. I have made Wheat Meat before so I suggested that this month they come to my house and we make wheat meat for dinner. So that's what we did last night...tacos were on the menu. I wish I had taken pictures...it was fun and in the end, the tacos were pretty good. You really wouldn't know you were not eating ground beef. My friends were impressed. The only problem is it took about 2 hours to make, so while we waited we ate chips and dip, and by the time the tacos were made, we were full. They were good, but would have been much yummier had any of us been hungry. I have left overs today...I wonder if I could get Sarah and Jacob to eat it. Sarah probably...but Jacob...naw! Oh well, it's worth a try.
Other exciting things...Sarah is playing Volleyball and Jacob is playing flag football. Jacob insisted that he didn't want to play numerous times, but I signed him up anyway and made him go. He wasn't happy with me and asked what he will do if there are people he doesn't like. I told him to think of the people he will like. Just as we pulled up the ONE kid (Dallin) that just torments Jacob came to view. My heart sank. As we walked up Dallin made a groaning noise and insisted Jacob would be on the Red Team...Dallin, of course was on the Blue Team. Well I got angry and got in his face and pointed my finger at him and told him "Dallin, I do not suggest you mess with my son!"...In as threatening and scary a voice as I could muster. He looked surprised and I began to walk away. Two steps later I whirled around again, gave him a very serious and threating look and said through gritted teeth, "...And I mean it, don't mess with him!". Then I took two more steps, turned around again, gave him a very threatening look and pointed my finger at him. (Can we say "Mother Bear"?) Then we walked on, fully confident that I had no idea what I would do if he did mess with Jacob, but knowing he knew I was serious about it...what ever it was. I didn't know whether or not Jacob would appreciate his mom protecting him...boys can be funny about that especially if the other boys tease him. He said "Thanks mom."...I love "Thanks mom"...it is simple, but always makes me feel really good...because I have done the right thing in my kid's eyes.
Well, Jacob played his flag football game and I even watched him run a touchdown. He really liked it and was excited to go again 2 days later. Whew...what a relief.