Month: January 2017

Giveaway! Kellogg’s Rings In The New Year With Tasty New Products

What up, peeps!

Hopefully 2017 is off to a great start for you.

In our house, the addition of baby KJ has made things a lot more interesting….and busier.  It’s crazy how much stuff you forget, when you already have a child (or children), but then add another. I sucked at changing diapers, for example, and, unfortunately for KJ, I’m realizing that this is still the case.

Speaking of additions (#awkwardtransition),  Kellogg’s has added eight new babies to their lineup of products!  From quinoa and dark chocolate to mixed nuts and real fruit pieces, these products feature appealing flavours to meet the needs of Canadians consumers.

First up, Kellogg’s Special K Nourish has two new varieties, Mixed Berries and Dark Chocolate Coconut. A high source of fibre, Nourish granolas are deliciously crispy and feature popped quinoa, puffed rice, wheat and toasted oats combined with real, visible ingredients.

Next, Kellogg’s All-Bran line has some offerings. Granola – Cranberry Almond is filled with real raisins, cranberries and almonds. This new granola is a particular favourite of B an J. As well,  Kellogg’s All-Bran Multi-Grain Crunch cereal, with six grams of fibre per serving, including psyllium fibre, is ideal for helping Canadians lower cholesterol, maintain a healthy body weight and promote digestive health.

I personally am a big fan of bars, and Kellogg’s is busting out three fresh ones, for the lineup. Special K Nourish Coconut Cashew & Dark Chocolate and Caramel, Sea Salt & Mixed Nuts bars are made with no artificial flavours or colours, and feature quinoa and gluten-free oats. 

Kellogg’s Vector Protein Trail Mix Bars contain a delicious combination of cranberries, sunflower seeds, flax seeds, and peanuts. Partially dipped in a smooth, chocolatey coating and containing 10 grams of protein per serving, these new Vector Protein bars help satisfy hunger and provide energy.

Finally (and this is the one that made me react like an NBA benchwarmer after someone makes an amazing play during a game), Pringle’s Ketchup chips are a real thing. A real, delicious, glorious thing.

Now, fortunately for yours truly, my good friends at Kellogg’s sent my family all of these products to try.

What’s that, you say? You want to see the same picture, but with B and J in it, wearing fedoras, and making goofy faces? I don’t know why you want to see that, but OK!

Anyway,  after putting them to a vigorous taste test, I can vouch for all of them. You won’t be disappointed, in their yumminess, so be sure to give ’em a try!

Alight, giveaway time. Enter below, for your chance to win a prize pack containing all of the new products that I mentioned!


DATES –  Giveaway closes at 11:59PM on February 12, 2017.

ELIGIBILITY – Open to all residents of Canada, except for Quebec.

TO ENTER –  Use the form below to complete the mandatory and optional entries, for your chance to win.


When Good Outings Go Bad

The other day,  a milestone event occurred in our household.

I had my first outing, in public, by myself, with the three kids!

I wish that I could tell you that this monumental occasion went off without a hitch.

I also wish that I could tell you that I won the lottery, and am buying you a Nintendo Switch, for being such a loyal reader.

Unfortunately, neither of these things are true.

The outing was an unmitigated disaster, for real. Whoever said that going from two kids to three kids was easy, clearly only had two kids.

Lemme recap my night for you:

♠ The scene was B’s basketball practise, at an elementary school. The plan was that I would meet K and the kids there, after work. K would then take off, to do her thing.  We would switch cars, too, since we only have one vehicle that can hold all of us, a Dodge Journey.

Simple enough right?

KJ would sleep in his carrier the whole time, J would play on her tablet, B would ball out, and then I’d take the children home, when it was over, singing Kumbaya the whole way. Piece of cake!

♠ When I got to the practise, K told me that KJ had to be changed soon. Since he freaks out and gets hyped up whenever I change him, my simple plan of letting him sleep  the whole time was now a non-starter.

♠ After K left, J decided that she had to go potty….and that I had to come with her. She refused to go by herself.  I told her that I would wait by the door, while she went.

♠While waiting by the door, KJ started to fuss, so I had to  go over to him, to pick him up.

♠ I chatted with a friend, who wanted to hold KJ. After a while, I realized that J had been in the washroom for a long time.  When I went in to check on her, I found her standing under the air dryer, crying. She had an accident, before she made it to the toilet, and her pants were soaked.

♠ J said that there were extra pants in mommy’s car. Phew!

♠ I  told J to wait, and ran off to the car. I searched frantically, but alas,  no pants. D’oh!

♠ Ever panic, and come up with an idea that seems smart at the time, but is stupid in retrospect? Now back in the washroom, I figured that I would try to dry J’s pants. Instead of taking them off, I scooped J up, groom-carrying-his-bride style, and held her under the air dryer. Pretty sure Mr. Bean is the only other person who tried to dry their pants so incompetently.

♠After doing this nonsense for five minutes, my friend, who still had KJ, walked in. Luckily, after seeing me struggling like an idiot with J, she took pity on me, and offered to let J wear an extra pair of her son’s shorts.

♠ Wearing over-sized basketball shorts was too big of a fashion faux pas for my four year old girl, though. She refused to put them on, because she was worried that people would stare at her. We argued, but eventually came to an agreement – she would wear the shorts, but she had to wear her winter coat (which I had to go back out and get) as well, and she had to hide her face in my shirt when we walked out (so she wouldn’t see the people staring at her).

♠ Back at the bleachers. I relieved my friend of her KJ duties. KJ had duty in his diaper, so I had to change him. Not wanting to do it in front of a crowd (because of the freaking out that I mentioned earlier), I went into the washroom again. Apparently, this elementary school didn’t have a pregnancy problem, as there weren’t any change tables. There weren’t any benches, either. I wandered around, and eventually ended up in some sort of lounge area.  I changed KJ on a picnic table.

♠ I made my way back to the bleachers, and grabbed a seat. J immediately hopped up on my lap. Not having room for two kids, I asked J to sit somewhere else. More arguing ensued. Eventually, she agreed to sit in KJ’s carrier, where she remained for the rest of practise, watching her tablet. Yes, people stared at her.

♠ Words of wisdom – if you’re looking for a quiet place to put a baby to sleep, I do not recommend a basketball court with like 40 screaming child ballers on it.  KJ would doze, and then suddenly jolt up at the noise. I spent the time on the edge of my seat, hoping like heck that he didn’t start freaking out.

♠ Near the end of practise, B came over, bleeding.  He got hit in the mouth, and had a split lip.  He had to spend the rest of the time holding a cloth to his lip, soaking up blood.

♠ Don’t feel too bad for him, though.  Afterwards, as we walked out to the Journey, I opened the door, so he could climb in first, to the back. He immediately veered right, climbed to the front, and started to press a bunch of buttons.


He somehow turned on all of the interior lights. And of course, I couldn’t figure out how to turn them all off. After screwing around for a bit, I gave up, and drove home, with the inside of the car lit up brighter than a bar at closing time. No, we did not sing Kumbaya on the drive, either.

And there you go. My first attempt at an outing on my own sucked.

See, I used to be scared of doing stuff on my own with B and J, but I got over that, and things usually weren’t too bad.

Adding a baby into the mix, now, though?

I guess all I can say is that, eventually, things will get better, right?







Man Vs. Sub (Or What It’s Like Dealing With A Picky Kid Eater)

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before, but I live with  a picky eater.

B’s seven years old, and for as long as I can remember, he’s been very particular and fussy about his food. I’m pretty sure he was spitting out breast milk when he was baby, if it wasn’t a certain flavour (Or not. That was seven years ago. I probably made that up).  Sure, he has his core meal foods that he’ll eat regularly. And sure, he’ll chow down on snacks like a mofo. However, the problem is  that his preferred meals list is specific and tiny. Like, you can count it on one hand tiny.

Take pizza, for example. Now, I don’t know about you, but for me, the best part of a pizza is the toppings. B, on the other hand, likes pizza, but hates toppings. As such, he only ever wants plain cheese pizza…..and only if it’s made a certain way, or from certain restaurants. Otherwise, he won’t touch it.

Now, I don’t know about you, but for me, plain cheese pizza kinda sucks.


Oh yeah, Mike? YOU SUCK!

Sorry, plain cheese pizza.

Anyway, I’ve eaten more B-rejected ‘za over the years than I care to admit.

So yes, meal times are definitely a challenge in our house.  Unless it’s something from B’s short list, we can pretty much expect a fight.  It’s like we’re in a rap battle. K and I get it poppin’ off right, but B comes back at us hard, and a verbal battle of wits ensues. Unfortunately, I’m not the Eminem of parenting, so I typically get served with the L. Man, I just want to eat my meatloaf, not negotiate with a kid about how few bites he needs to eat, or pick imaginary hairs off his plate, or watch him gag and convulse on the floor after taking a nibble, as if he just ingested bleach .

B is actually happy here, and rocking out to some music. I just thought this picture was appropriate.

K and I have tried every technique and trick that Google has  we can think of, to open up his eating habits.  Look,  I get it.  Maybe there’s some deep-rooted psychological issues and phobias behind B’s pickiness…….

Or maybe B just gets a kick out being off-the-chains ridiculous.

Take the other day, for instance. The plan for lunch was delicious, assorted Subway subs, left over from the previous night. When asked which delicious sub he wanted, B asked for a turkey one, with mayo.  I gave him a sandwich, he gobbled it down and that was that.

Haha, of course it wasn’t that easy. The following actually happened instead:

♦ When given his delicious sub, B immediately cringed at it. He said that he didn’t like the bread (parmesan oregano), and asked for it on different bread.

♦I’ve seen B eat this bread, though, a couple of times, so I told him as such. And not being a sandwich artist, I denied his request.

♦Whining ensued. He refused to eat, because of the spices on the bread. He attempted to scrape them off, to no avail.

♦Negotiation time! He asked if he could make his own sandwich, except on a tortilla wrap instead. I agreed, under the condition that he still eat the delicious Subway bread. More whining, but eventually he took the deal.

♦ B discovered that there was white cheese on his delicious sub, which was stuck on some of the bread. Oh no! Apparently he didn’t like cheese (on that day, anyway), so a freak out occurred.

♦After picking away for a bit, he now had the turkey, chunks of paremesan oregano bread, and a tortilla wrap spread out on his plate . Having taken zero bites, he insisted that he was thirsty, and needed a drink.

♦More negotiation. Now claiming to be full (of the water he drank?), he asked how many bites he had to take.  My answer of “all of them” did not go over well. After arguing a bit more about his fullness, he then asked if he could just eat his bread only. You know, the bread that he refused to eat initially.

♦I told him that he had to eat EVERYTHING on his plate. I logically explained that if he had just ate what he had asked for initially, he now wouldn’t have to eat that, plus a stupid tortilla. Kids aren’t always the most logical, so a freak out predictably followed. The main issue now was the cheese. To solve this problem, I ripped out the pieces of bread and turkey with cheese stuck on them. I then put the rest of the delicious sub back together and gave it to him to eat. It now didn’t look delicious. It looked like the sub of Frankenstein.

♦I left the table. While away, B tried to weasel a deal out of K, by agreeing to eat a handful of carrots instead of the food on his plate. No dice. He wasn’t going to waste his lunch this time.

♦After another 45 minutes or so of whining and complaining, he finally gave up. He ate his delicious, but not delicious looking, sub. I gave him a pass on the tortilla.

And there you have it. No clue if other picky kid eaters behave like this, but that’s what we usually deal with. At this point, improving B’s pallet is a definitely a work in a progress.

Perhaps one day when he’s older, B, between bites of his escargot or some other tasty, sophisticated dish, will read this post and chuckle at his youthful pickiness,

Until then,  I’m out. I gotta go finish off some plain cheese pizza.