Mean Old Man Winter!

My little dude is usually so happy, but colds make him sad sometimes. 🙁

Constant colds are fraying my very last nerve. How could a mild winter be so freaking mean?

I’ve put a contract out on the giggling germs living it up in my house, and the Teflon Don little effers will not die. I spray Lysol and breathe sparingly when Alex tries to get some shut-eye, but I have very little time to fumigate before coughing, sneezing, and tears of exhaustion wake him up. I wash my hands (and nag the crap out of politely ask my family to do the same), and layer up so I can try to simultaneously freeze my a$$ off and let in some fresh air. Still, I am drowning in a sea of snot rags.  You’d think I am running a daycare or something!

With colds comes the refusal to eat, which pretty much makes the sound of the humidifier enough to drive me mad. I approach it the wrong way, I know (I exercise the right to use my first-time Mommy pass), whipping up

Just one of the many dishes I have prepared according to my 20-month-old's tastebuds. Unlike other kids, garnishing with broccoli is a way to get him to eat something. Loves it.

gourmet meals for my little man in the hopes he’ll take one bite. Just one bite and I jump up in triumph, like I won the Mommy lottery (if only there were one…we deserve it!). It’s pathetic. True confession: I’ve prepared matzo ball soup, homemade macaroni and cheese with peas, blueberry banana smoothies, and broccoli roll-ups (a cousin to lasagna roll-ups that I’ve tweaked for my broccoli-obsessed baby) in the past two days. Has he enjoyed any of them? Uh…no. Will I keep trying? Yup. If I wasn’t on a diet I’d scarf it all down in frustration, but I can’t even do that. Can you blame me for wanting to torch the tissue boxes at this point?

At the heart of this is heartache. I hate seeing my little man suffer. I hate being held hostage at the house. I hate being up at 11:30 p.m., 1:30 a.m., and 4:00 a.m., snoozing in-between on an overpriced rocking chair that really isn’t all that comfortable with Alex in my arms (okay, that’s not so bad…love my cuddle bug). I hate Ashley and Alex trading colds like baseball cards. I just want a healthy household.

Let's cuddle in your bed, Mommy. Being sick sucks.

Are you as sick of Mean Old Man Winter as I am?!

Super Bowl Dish of the Day: Chef Julie’s legendary Buffalo Chicken Dip (sorry we’re having technical issues uploading the photo…I’ll do it when I have time to figure it out!).

Buffalo Chicken Dip


3-4 chicken breasts (depending on how big or small they are)
1 bottle of Frank’s Red Hot Buffalo Sauce
1 16oz bottle of Hidden Valley Ranch dressing
8 oz cream cheese
Shredded cheddar


Boil the chicken and shred when cooled. In a sauce pan, combine the ranch and cream cheese on medium heat until blended. Add to the chicken. Add the buffalo sauce to the chicken starting with half a bottle. Taste as you go to your preferred heat (I usually use 3/4 of a bottle). Put in a baking dish and top with shredded cheddar cheese. Bake in a 350 oven until the cheese is melted and bubbling. Let cool 5-10 min before serving. Serve with Scoops tortilla chips and carrots.

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2 Responses to Mean Old Man Winter!

  1. Jamie says:

    Sickest winter ever for us. Stomach bug, colds, and it’s every week. Can’t wait for spring to arrive.

    • Mommy Dish says:

      It’s been THE WORST winter for us, too…including the stomach bug. Awful. Maybe the warmer weather during this time of year messes our bodies up or something?! Whatever it is, it’s not fun.

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