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Easy Work Breakfast To GO!

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It’s nothing monumental, but sometimes a little breakfast idea reminder is a good thing! I always lose touch with breakfast. I’m in a hurry, I don’t want what I brought, I can’t buy anything healthy out of the vending machine at work…you know the drill.

Last night I thought ahead! I dumped some Greek yogurt into a container, threw some blueberries and nuts in a bag, and put some Ikarian honey in another container. It took about 2 minutes MAX, and this morning I actually feel like I’m having something healthy to start my day.

It’s not hard to do you say? I should do it every morning you say? I know. But I don’t! Do you?? I always feel like I’ve got something more important to do. I Scarlett O’Hara it — ‘I’ll think about that tomorrow’. On my shift, tomorrow comes sooner than I think!

For the record, the honey I picked for this mornings ‘good for me’ breakfast comes from my family’s island in Greece! Ikarian honey is famous for it’s good for you health benefits. Google it! Not only do I feel better about my breakfast, I’m also convinced that my honey is making me Superwoman. You never know!!

Join me in my ‘plan ahead’ breakfast quest! Tell me what you do in the comments below, or tweet me @meganglaros! Let’s do this together. Say goodbye to the work vending machine for the most important meal of the day!

Loves!

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Soccer Season – Part 1…HELP!

I spent 20 years of my life in ballet. Therefore, I feel equipped to handle gymanstics and ice skating…those sports are marginally in my wheelhouse. Soccer, on the other hand, is NOT! Lana is all signed up, and I’m not even sure where to begin! We got the gear…and I think we’re doing ok…

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Out To Dinner…Alone…With 3 Little Kids

If you don’t have kids, you’ll probably think this post is stupid. You’ll probably wonder why I ever have a hard time doing everyday things, solo, with my 2 year old twins and their 4 year old big sister. After all, I am their mother, and they are my children.

If you have kids, you’ll get it. I, Megan Linnea Glaros, successfully took all three children out to dinner by myself. They held hands in the parking lot. They stood nicely in line at Noodles without running away or getting into anything. They waited right next to me while I got my drink. They carried their OWN milks to the table and sat quietly down in their respective seats. They ate well, didn’t spill their boxes of milk (a miracle in and of itself), and nobody had a freakout! It….was….AWESOME.

We go out to dinner all the time, as a family. Occasionally we have freakouts, or we throw food, or we try to play with knives, etc. When it’s me and Lance, we know we’ve got backup. Two big people against three tiny little dynamos. We’ve learned how to do it, and so have the kids. Going to dinner, by myself, with the kids is different. There’s nobody to help you, and believe me, it can be really hard to hold a 4 year olds hand while carrying two screaming two year olds back to the car.

That didn’t happen last night.

My children were model citizens, and we enjoyed the adventure together. It represents much more than just one dinner at Noodles. That was a glimpse into our future. Any parent of twins knows that it can be hard. You don’t have one 2 year old…you’ve got two! Add their big sister in the mix, and it can be a bit stressful. After all, I only have two hands!

Last night’s dinner at Noodles gave me hope that the stress over the mechanics of going out to dinner, or to Target, or to the park, may soon subside. If they did it once, they can do it again.

For the record, I had the Japanese Pan Noodles with tofu, and I took the celebration picture BEFORE I took the car out of park in the parking lot. This Momma ROCKS!

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4yr Old Science Star

Lana would like me to share her 1st vlog with our Weather Mommy readers. Follow us on our YouTube channel! We’ll be blogging and vlogging!

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The Bite Heard Round The World

I spend a good portion of my ‘mommytime’ acting as a referee.  Don’t hit.  Don’t push.  Share.  It’s not your turn.  It’s exhausting, but it must be done.  It’s a parent’s responsibility to teach your children to get along well with others, and to be socially acceptable.  Then we decided to watch the World Cup… It went well at first.  My four year old and I talked about how hard the soccer players work to be the best in the world.  We talked about how they work as a team.  We talked about having pride in one’s respective country.  Then…a grown man bit another grown man.  Great.  At that point, we went from a happy discussion about working hard, to my kid thinking it’s cool to bite somebody.  Thanks Suarez. I understand having a competitive nature, and I get playing at the top of your game and being in the heat of the moment.  HOWEVER — biting somebody really shouldn’t be an option should it?  I will not tell a fib.  I’ve seen my kids bite each other in the past, and when I do, it’s a MAJOR time out.  It’s mean, it’s socially unacceptable, and it’s totally unsanitary.  If you have to bite someone, then I think it means that you don’t have what it take to compete fairly.  You either don’t have the physical skills, the mental acuity, OR, you’ve got some big anger management issues.  Either way — no matter your age — if you bite somebody, you get a TIME OUT! The only thing you should bite is your food. 20140625-055151-21111931.jpg

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The Family Blue Zone

I live by the clock.  Up at 1:30am — out of the shower by 1:54 — in the car by 2:24.  I’m not kidding…it’s that specific when you wake up as early as I do.  When I get to work, it’s 30 seconds for this weather, you’ve got 1:40 in the break if you need to go to the bathroom, be at the meeting by 9am.  After work it’s CrossFit at 12:45, kids down for nap by 2:30, up by 4:30….you get the point.  I don’t love being tied to the clock all day, but it works for me.  There is some inherent stress watching every single second, and it’s hard to release it on the weekend.  

My parents just left to go back to the tiny little Greek island where my family stretches back generations — maybe back to Icarus for all I know.  Ikaria is, in fact, the island where the mythical Icarus’ wings melted, and he crashed and burned — hence the name.  It’s a 10 hour boat ride, or a prop plane trip from Athens, obviously very isolated — a world unto itself.  Ikaria has been featured as a ‘blue zone’, or a spot in the world where people live longer, healthier lives.  Tons of Icarians live healthfully up into their 90s or even 100s!  Part of the reason for their longevity — less stress, NOT living by the clock.

I may be Icarian by blood, but I’m fully American in my time crunching, ‘uh oh I’m late’, hurry up kids mentality.  I’d love to live like the Icarians — show up when I want, sleep when I want, work when I want — but this girl’s life just can’t run that way.  I wonder though — can you stay unstressed while living by the clock?  Is it even possible?  

Look no further than breakfast for a perfect example of the slow, stress free Icarian life VS life by the clock. Which is which do you think?<!

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Life Is Good

This time two years ago, I was on bedrest. I was uncomfortable and bored and scared, and I was quickly becoming addicted to Chopped. I was only allowed to get up to go to the bathroom, and if I was lucky, take a shower. Now, two years later, my “babies” are turning two! Leo and Willow are hysterical little independent souls with a deep love for each other, and their big sister and idol – Lana.

Just yesterday, I was walking down the street in Chicago, waxing poetic on my current state of affairs. Work is going great, my marriage is going great, my children are healthy and happy — I could go on and on about the things I feel so blessed to have, or to be, and I truly believe that everything good in my life stems from a positive attitude. I know that sounds SO cliche, but it’s SO true. I really believe, in my heart of hearts, that I can achieve whatever I set my mind to. Do I always?? No. But it’s in the believing that life happens. It’s in your approach that you touch people,inspire people, and just generally make life worth living.

Long ago, my Dad started my education in positive mental attitude. I didn’t know it, but he was helping me build the strongest foundation possible to live a happy life. Negativity was never really an option in our house, and thank God! I used to fall asleep listening to Zig Ziglar’s kids tapes. Who knows — maybe I got brainwashed?? I don’t really care.

It’s never to late to change the way you look at life. You can go around dreading things, worrying about things, and freaking out — OR — you can join the ranks of the blissfully unaware. Could you fail…probably. Could something bad happen…maybe. Will the day turn out to be a cluster…it’s possible. But you waste more time and emotional energy dreading and worrying than you do just assuming that all will be well. Try it! It’s liberating.

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Sorry Teach!

We had one of those — “oh, I can teach my child something great, and I didn’t even plan this” moments this week.

It is finally warm here in Chicago, for at least a few days, and we took advantage of it! Took the kids out in the wagon to the pretty little path near our house. Picture it — gorgeous sunny skies, cool breeze, birds chirping, basically perfect.

Strolling along, reveling in the sunshine when Lana and I noticed an entire party’s worth of bottles dumped on the side of the path. It was really sad. Lana wanted to throw some in the garbage, so she hopped out of the wagon, and we collected as many as I could carry back without a bag.

I carried gross, mud and God-knows-what covered bottles all the way back home so that we could recycle them. So cute!

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A few days later, Lana’s preschool teacher sent an email asking the kids to bring a few items to recycle, so they can learn about garbage and what to recycle, etcetera. With that in mind, we planned a return trip to those lazy people’s impromptu garbage dump. The whole fam went this time, armed with garbage bags. We got the whole area back in tip top shape. I also scratched the crap out of my leg trying to tromp through thorns. Greater love has no Mother.

So now, I’m guessing the other kids will bring the requested 2 items all nice and tidy in a clean bag. My kid will be bringing 20 dirty bottles in a bag that will probably also contain stale beer and maybe a stray spider. Know what — I couldn’t be more proud!

Lana swore she could hear the earth thanking her on our way back home. “Hear the birds mom? Feel the breeze? They’re saying Thanks Lana!”

Lesson learned.

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Dental Dream

You are NEVER going to believe this, but my 4year old loves the dentist. She behaves like an angel in the chair. She opens her mouth, she doesn’t cry, she spits and smiles, ahhhhhs and closes. She is the pediatric dentists dream patient. No cavities either. I attribute that to our diligent brushing, but here’s a question for ya. When do we let her brush her own teeth?? When do you make that transition from doing, to watching? That question applies to sooooo many things – wiping, washing hair, getting dressed, picking out clothes, etc. so what do you think? Is there an age when parents should become observers when it comes to personal hygiene?? I don’t think we’re quite there yet…but I don’t want to be bushing my 20yr olds teeth either!

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Lightbulb

“Mommy, I hear a noise!” Says Lana.

“No, you don’t. Go to bed”

5 minutes later…

“Mommy, I hear a funny noise”

“Lana! It’s probably just Daddy shoveling the snow. Mommy will lie with you for a few minutes…”

And then I heard it. Scratch scratch…scratch…

Good Lord! Lana’s got a mouse in her wall, and I made the critical error of telling her what I thought it was.

Now, she has named the mouse. If you ever hear a scratching in Lana’s room, say hello to Lightbulb.

In case you were wondering, Lightbulb got a choo-choo for Christmas, and he was playing with it in her wall this morning.

Now, pray tell, what do we do when Lightbulb starts to stink to high heaven??? Anyone?

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