(never a) Wordless Wednesday: PB&J

I know, I know, I usually save my best posts for Wednesdays. "Best" meaning, lots and lots and lots of pictures, heavy on the captions and sprinkled with cuteness- gosh I love Wednesday's writings. But I'm going to be honest with you friends, this pregnancy (number three, for anyone who might have lost count, haha) that was once on a smooth sailing freshly paved road, took a hard right down a bumpy dirt path last week, and since then, I literally cannot stand being in my own body. I've got a big detailed-filled post in the works, but until then, bear(bare?) with me?

Rather than going on a photo filled adventure loaded with summertime activities and memory making... today we're eating peanut butter and jelly.

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(We ran 8,000 errands this morning. We hit up a .50 cent sale at the local kids consignment store, put the title of the motorscooter into Christopher's name, went thrifting at the Airman's Attic, pulled the car over in the middle of downtown to lecture our screaming tantrum throwing daughter on how to safely sit in her car seat and how to not scream so loud that she breaks the glass of the windshield, and by the time that we finally got back home- we treated ourselves to some peanut butter and jelly...)



(Now, maybe pb&j isn't a luxury to you, but- we've only just recently settled upon a sandwich bread worth writing home about. While most of you can go to the store and pick up any ol' loaf whenever you please, we've been gluten free for going on 4 years now, and bread, especially a good bread, is a big deal.)

(That right there, is from a freshly baked, just last night, homemade loaf of heavenly bread.)

(Imagine how good my house smells every 3 or 4 days...)

(Maybe I'll do a big post on how I make it? Recipe and instructions included. The works.)

(Maybe next week?)

(Maybe.)


(We have two different kinds of peanut butters in the house. Skippy Natural, for me, and Jif, for the hubby and kids. The Jif comes free, with our WIC benefits. The skippy we have to buy.)

(Why don't I eat the same kind as everybody else? Well, for the same reason that we buy the crazy expensive jelly that you see there. Because the other kinds have fructose in them, and these kinds don't. Skippy Natural, and the "seriously strawberry", are both molasses and fruit juice free. Tia-safe.)

(So just like the homemade bread that we treat like gold, the fructose free pb&j, are also a big deal.)



(She loves it. Finally, just before turning four years old, shes been introduced to every kids favorite sandwich.)



(For little Charlie, we cut up an open faced sandwich into bite size finger food style pieces. He makes a big mess, but he doesn't quite understand the concept of "sandwich" yet, so this works best.)



("Yum yum yummm", say the kids with the sticky fingers and gooey roofs of their mouths.)

(See... we're totally normal now. We eat pb&j's, just like everybody else.)

(Thats what I'll remind my kids, at least, when they're asking why they can't go to so and so's birthday pizza party at Chuck E Cheese, 5 years from now...)