Easter Nachos

I haven't blogged for a while so I am going to have to pretty much ditch those memories. I'll summarize things like this. It has rained and rained and then snowed a bit. Occasionally we got a nice day and the kids would go outside and I would pull some weeds. And then it would rain or snow. The dang weeds have grown back and are bigger. M's got some new glasses. Her bad eye is correctable to 20/30 now. We are thrilled. It's probably as good as it will get. But her bad eye actually sees without the glasses better than the good one. Luckily that one corrects to 20/20. The glasses are super cute. I went on T's field trip. The kids were pretty cute. They finally got into the moms come to field trips for the pictures thing and posed here and there for me. D made an awesome dinosaur bone out of legos for his book share. D and T have had a good time going to the mountains with DH the last two weekends. T came home, after switching to snowboarding, and told me he likes 'shredding' snow. S is on her so many steps backwards after our peaceful trip to AZ. I made an appointment with a doctor that has been recommended for behavior issues. It gave me a bunch of hope and even if nothing else comes out of it I will have gotten a little hope for two weeks in exchange for my copay. That's not too dang bad. And C, she hit the screaming phase of the terrible twos. Last week I thought she was cranky because she was ill (which she was after a trip to urgent care... ear infection). But she is still screaming every time she doesn't get her way. I haven't seen this stage at this age for a while. A couple of days ago I asked her, "Who's the boss?" to which she replied, "I'm not telling you." Luckily she does tons of cute things to help balance this out.

I really need to get back to the nachos. One year when I was a kid my mom served super nachos for dinner. We all thought it was great. My family was more into the Easter Bunny than celebrating the religious holiday and nachos were a big hit with kids. As we have grown up my mom has blotted the Easter nachos from her memory. She says we never had them. I told her that we often had ham or something a little more traditional but the kids weren't forgetting the year of the nacho.

Fast forward almost 3 decades.

I bought a turkey. DH and I have been avoiding refined sugar now for a month and a glazed ham wouldn't do it. DH's family was getting together but that wouldn't work because DH had to count after church and it was to be a longer day with fast Sunday, regular tithes, and a big scouting fundraiser. So at church little C was being a tyrant. There was no stopping that kid and then after the first meeting S was grumpy with me for not doing what she wanted immediately. (Okay grumpy equals hiking my dress up to my waist to be told to not do that and then doing it again for 'fun'.) So we took C home for a nap and S for a quick time out. It got more ugly as S took a swipe with her nails at DH. I decided to quickly put my turkey in the oven. I added my spices, covered the thing up, put it in the oven, and set the timer.

Three hours later I went to take it out. I realized that my house didn't smell like turkey. Hmmm... something was wrong. Then I remembered that I didn't turn the oven ON!

We were going to be turkeyless. And then M came up with her suggestion to have nachos. And we did. They were a hit with the young ones. And I carried on the tradition my mom claims doesn't exist.