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Wednesday, September 21

Book Review: The Hour the Matters Most: The Surprising Power of the Family Meal


Family meal time. 

It’s something that is not as common as it used to be.  With most families having two working parents, children in school and involved in a handful of extracurricular activities, it is easy to see why this is becoming a lost tradition. 

I was asked to review the new book, The Hour the Matters Most: The Surprising Power of the Family Meal authored by Les & Leslie Parrott with Stephanie Allen and Tina Kuna.  Les and Leslie Parrott are authors of the book, Saving Your Marriage Before It Starts, along with many others.  Stephanie Allen and Tina Kuna are the co-founders of Dream Dinners, a company that allows you to prepare make ahead freezer meals for busy families on the go at their numerous locations. 

The book is well written and is a very quick and easy read.  The authors discuss the merits of a family meal time and why it should be a priority in every family.   Of course we all know that having a family meal is important, but do we all know why it is so important?   The book was very well researched citing numerous statistics and research findings.  One that struck me to the core was this:

…study after study shows that the more often families eat together, the less likely the kids are to smoke, drink, do drugs, get depressed, develop eating disorders, become overweight, and consider suicide—and the more likely they are to eat their vegetables, know which fork to use, learn big words, do well in school, feel that their parents love them, and delay having sex. 

Seriously?  What could be more convincing?  That pretty much sums up the tremendous value of a family meal time.  I could have stopped reading the book right there--that was all the convincing I needed!  However, I did agree to review the book, so I thought it only fair to read it in its entirety.  

A family meal time doesn’t guarantee that you won’t encounter any of these challenges as your children grow older, but it does show that if children are given a solid foundation at home, the less likely they will engage in questionable activities; and the more likely they will be emotionally stable.  

The authors also discuss the art of conversation and how to engage your children in discussions that will actually have them participate.  Of course, this is something I have yet to encounter, as our little Peanut is only three, but is something good to remember as she starts to get a little older.  For now though, she is still our little chatterbox!  

I found the book to be a real delight as it had so many interesting little tid bits and facts surrounding meal time, conversation making,  and family values.  There is even a chapter focused on manners and etiquette at the dinner table.   Did you know that the salt and pepper should always be passed together?  They are not to separate!  Although nowhere near perfect, I consider myself to be fairly polite, but I never knew that!  I’ve certainly made a mental note of it now!

In addition, the book includes a dozen recipes and they each include a color photo.  We all know I have a weakness for great recipes.  I look forward to trying most of them out--and the sooner, the better!

I also appreciate the last chapter, with advice for the reader on starting a fix and freeze it group.  It may not seem like a hard thing to start, however Stephanie and Tina break it down into several steps that make the task seem very manageable and easy to accomplish.   While we are not at the stage where our Peanut is involved in a myriad of activities, I know I will be using these tips in the future as she becomes more socially active.  

Last, I really like the analogy the authors use about prioritizing family meal time.  You’ve probably heard the story about the presenter who fills a gallon size jar up to the top with large rocks.  He asks the crowd if the jar is full.  Most say yes, but he then he pulls out some gravel and starts filling in the spaces with gravel.  He asks again if it is full.  Most have started to catch on at that point.  The presenter then starts filling in the smaller holes in the jar with sand and finally fills up the remaining space in the jar with nearly a quart of water.  The moral of the story is not that you can always fit more in, but rather had you started filling the jar with the sand or water; you would have never fit in the big rocks.  

Family meal time needs to be a big rock.  

Well, you know what I mean.  This is the attitude we need to have about family meal time.  Often times, a family meal is an afterthought, something that is squeezed in if and when it works.  But rather a family meal needs to be a top priority.  If it is a permanent fixture in your family’s schedule, then everything else should fall into place around that.    

Of course, it may not always look the same during the different seasons in your family’s life.  Maybe a family breakfast is what works for your family.  This is often the case at our house.  Being in the restaurant industry, about three quarters of the shifts that Hubs works, he works late.  But when he works late, he is home in the mornings and we always eat breakfast together.  Instead of us recapping at the end of the day like most families, we recap at the start of the morning.    Hopefully this won’t always be the case, but for now, it works.  And it works well.
 
If you get the chance, I encourage you to pick up copy of The Hour the Matters Most: The Surprising Power of the Family Meal.  If a family meal is something you desire for your home, this may be a great first step.


Disclosure: I was given a copy of this book to facilitate this review.  The opinions expressed in this post are solely my own. 


 

Saturday, July 30

And Somehow I Lived to Tell About It: Part I

I was pretty anxious about our trip to visit the Hubs' family.  Not the visiting his family part, but the traveling with the Peanut on her first plane ride part.  I was all kinds of anxious for that.  First, I am not that comfortable of a flyer as it is.  And the older I get, the more nervous it makes me.  Strange, I know.  But I think I've figured out why......it's because I am a control freak.....and I don't have any control when flying.  It stresses me out to no end and I can't stand that about myself.  Combine that with the fact that I don't want my Peanut to be that way and not knowing how she was going to react to flying in general, well, you get the idea.  I was anxious, anxious, anxious...

We don't have a portable DVD player (as was a suggested distraction by many different people) but we did go to the dollar store and I picked out a few new little things for her for the plane ride.  They were brand new for her on the flight, as she didn't get to play with them until we were traveling.  And you know what?  She's quite the little traveler, our little Peanut.  She did absolutely fine.  Between the excitement of flying, air plane snacks, the seat belt/air mask instruction manuals stashed in the seat in front of her--flying was an absolute breeze.



























Peanut thought Dolly should be able to listen to the music too.  

The hardest most traumatic part?   Going through security.  Who knew?  When I had to take off her shoes and put them in the bin to go through the metal detector, she was so concerned.  She wanted to have her shoes back on and having to follow me through the metal detector without her shoes on?  Well, that was just about her undoing.   Thankfully the TSA agents were all very understanding and patient with our little Peanut. 

We also met some of the nicest people during our flights.  To avoid the extra luggage fees, we chose not to check any luggage.  Ahem.  So having three small suitcases, three carry-on pieces and a car seat and a stroller makes for quite a challenge in trying to wrangle all of our belongings and keep a very close eye on a very busy two and half year old.  A gentleman we met in the airport was so kind and helped us carry our things on and off the plane.  And both of the ladies I sat next to on the flights were so sweet and understanding about all my knee jerk reactions in grabbing the armrest each and every time we encountered the smallest amount of turbulence.  We also met a nice mom and daughter during our layover en-route and they were friendly and kind to us and our Peanut as well.  I was so thankful for each of every one of them.



























The layover we had on the way there had Hubs guiding Peanut as she insisted on driving her doll, Dolly, around in the stroller while I camped out with all of our things.  Fun times.  The layover was only about an hour, so after potty breaks and more snacks, it wasn't unbearable at all.  And you know what?  I survived.  I didn't think I would, but I did!

When we arrived, Hubs' parents first order of business was to take us to In -N-Out Burger.  YUM!  It was absolutely amazing as it always is.  You folks who have In-N-Out Burger's near you?  You have no idea how blessed your life truly is.  ;)



























Peanut's Grandpa has been a volunteer firefighter for years and her uncle is a firefighter by trade.  We have been telling Peanut for several months that we were going to visit them and that she would be able to see their fire stations where they work.  In fact, every time she hears a siren she says, "Somebody's helping somebody!  Like Uncle K and Grandpa need help!"  Not quite...but she "gets it" for all practical purposes.  So, when we were able to visit both of their firehouses, it was one of the biggest highlights of the trip. 

We visited Hubs' brother's station first and she got her first up close and personal with the fi-yer {fire} trucks.  She fell asleep on the way there, but once the sleepiness wore off, she raring to go, taking in everything that her uncle had to show her. 





























At her Grandpa's fire station, she was even able to ride in a fire truck and try out the fire hose with her daddy.  She wasn't so sure of the hose at first, but she was quickly all smiles.  Hubs even got try on one of the breathing apparatuses the fire fighters use....Peanut was a little concerned as to why Daddy had all that gear on, but she was quickly on to the next thing.  



























I know candid shots are often times much better, but I took every opportunity for family shots as I could.  I have yet to master the candid shot thing (or even the posed shot for that matter....) and I wanted to have lots of good pictures, posed or not.  This was the first time Hubs' entire immediate family had been together in nearly seven years and we have had lots of new additions since Christmas of 2004.  Stay tuned for the rest of trip which includes a trip to the beach, a birthday celebration, lots of cousins, and the first Hubs' family photo in nearly seven years!


*****

Read Part II here.  
Read Part III: The Final Chapter here. 


Sunday, August 1

Having Too Much Fun

My dear friend, A, is on the road once again after driving up to visit me this weekend.  Although we haven't been close friends until just a few years ago, we go way back.  Both our family's circles have always been entwined at some point or another.  She and I went to private school together many, many moons ago.  Like more than twenty years ago--that's alotta moons.  Then, our moms were both the crafty types and they did the bazaar circuit many years ago--you know, when bazaars were très chic.  Then A and I worked at the gift shop together--I came on a few years after her, as she is a few years older and I probably drove her nuts at first.  (I was still in high school and dances and boyfriends and crushes ruled my life--yes, I was that girl and A is so not that way.)  But despite all that, we quickly realized we actually had quite a bit in common.

As I said though, with her being a few years older, she got married much younger than I did and had children way before I was even married, so our lives weren't always on the same path, so to speak.  And let's face it, your friends that you are closest with typically reflect your lifestyle. (When I was in college, all my close friends were in college, etc., etc.)  So until I "caught up" with her (getting married and having kids), we never really became super close.  But we always caught when we could--at all the various functions when we would run into each other at--and we always seemed to pick up where we left off.   Her mom was the one who introduced DH and I.  Yes, her mother is my matchmaker.  

Eighteen months after DH and I were introduced, A's daughter was one of our flower girls.  Little H definitely upped the "awwww" factor about a gazillion percent that day.  So sweet.  Fast forward a few years later and dear A had a beautiful baby shower for me, complete with a big, overstuffed lounge chair for the preggo.
















Unfortunately, this is about the most recent picture of us I have...  :(

Fast forward a few years after that and I am so glad we have become so much closer.   She understands my blogging obsession.  (She's the one that introduced me to Reader)  We are both delving into the world of real foods, although neither of us are wheat grinders...not yet anyway.  But I am sure that will come too.   She gets my being frugal, although we both will pony up for Starbucks now and again.  She just gets me. 

That said, we had such good time exchanging stories and ideas and recipes and different blogs we read, that I didn't get out my camera once.  I am such a goof ball.  Although I don't have the pictures to prove it, we had a wonderful time--we even went to pick some more apricots--like 76 pounds of apricots.  I know.  She even stopped at my parent's before her drive up and picked up their canning supplies for me, bless her heart...so we could go pick 76 pounds of apricots....  No, she took home most of them for her mom and dad--because she is a good daughter like that.  But how nice of her to bring those up for me, huh? 

A, I hope we will have a chance to do it again; I had such a great time.

It is such a blessing to have such wonderful friends. 



Friday, June 25

Thankful

We celebrated Father's Day on Wednesday.  DH is in management in the restaurant industry and a holiday simply means you work later that day. And work later he did--till nearly 10 when his shift ended at 8.  *Sigh*  At least he gets off Thanksgiving and Christmas.  

I knew sort of suspected that would happen, so like the good wife that I am, I reserved the special dinner I had planned that night for his "weekend" and we had leftovers instead on Sunday night.  Nice, huh?  And even as I served him his plate of heated up leftovers on Sunday night telling him we would have a special dinner later that week, he told me not to apologize.  He told me that he was telling everyone at work that every day was Father's Day at his house--because his wife get's up and makes him breakfast every morning makes him dinner every night and he gets greeted with a huge "Hi!" from Peanut every day when he gets home. 

Gosh, after that huge compliment, I felt like it was Mother's Day.  He works a 12 hour shift providing for our family, while I sit at home taking care of Peanut and serve him leftovers for dinner and he's making me feel like it's my special day.  What a great guy, huh?   

I don't deserve him. 
































Soooo, on to our special weekend.  I did make the dinner I had planned on--Rachael Ray's Club Burger Sliders with Avocado Ranch Dressing, which were amazing and we had homemade potato salad.  The bread discount store had little slider buns for $0.99, so those were my inspiration.  I had always wanted to try sliders and they were yum, yum, yum.  And DH thought so too.  I won't mention how many he sampled. 
































It was HOT that day, so we had Sonic Slushes at DH's insistence (yeah, twist my arm) and came home and had an early dinner.  Once it started to cool down, we headed to the park.  It was perfect down at the park too.  It's on the river, so there was a slight breeze and it was still around 80 degrees.  Which for me is good, because I only start to thaw at 75 degrees.  Or so DH and my Dad say.  The air smelled so sweet, which was due to the blossoms on the trees, but due to my lack of botanical knowledge, I can only share a picture....























The Peanut and DH played around and he taught her to "race" to get the ball.  She had so much fun.  She insisted on many "wees" which is where she walks hand in hand with us and we lift her up. 

She would do that the entire time if we let her.  

































Still working on those manual camera settings.  I took some good ones in the shade and got lots of overexposed pictures in the setting sun.  But practice makes perfect, right? 

































Peanut got to run around to her heart's content and share lots of special moments (and kisses) with her Daddy. 


















































That makes for a pretty special Father's Day, don't you think?





Thursday, May 27

I Finally Did It

My husband and I had a conversation several weeks ago.  In not so many words, he told me that I need to get out more.  Me?  Self-proclaimed home body?  Nahhh....  But I knew deep down he was right.  We've been here in SmallTown nearly six months (at the time of the conversation) and he thought it was high time I got out there and found some other moms. 

Of course it would have been easier if we were attending church here, but with DH working Saturday nights and Sunday mornings, it makes it kind of hard.  Plus, couple that with the fact that I am a paranoid germ-a-phobe and not wanting to put Peanut in the church nursery--well, that just makes it even harder. 

Sooo, when I got back from my trip several weeks ago, I started calling around to several area churches to see if they had any sort of mom's group.  I couldn't find one.  One day several days later as I was running errands with Peanut, the Christian radio station had a commercial for MOPS.  I had heard of MOPS in the past, and I don't know why I didn't think of looking into it, but sure enough, our town has a MOPS group that meets twice a month at church less than two miles from our house.  So I called the coordinator.  But of course, I have the worst timing in the history of the world (okay, maybe not that bad) and the group breaks for the summer and yesterday was their last meeting until September.  All that to say if I hadn't drug my feet for so long, I would probably be a little more connected had I been going all this time.  Nice. 

Despite all that, the coordinator I spoke with on the phone was really encouraging and said I should still come and check it out.  And I did.  Boy, was that hard for me.  It was like my first day of freshman year when I didn't know a soul.  But all the ladies there were really sweet and it was good to talk to some other moms and have a small break from Peanut (as much as I love her).  They have some activities planned over the summer and I am going to try and go.  And I will even take Peanut with me.  (I didn't take her yesterday because DH had the day off and the meeting started at 8:45 and lets just say she and I aren't typically rolling and ready to face the day until after 11 on most days--something else on the list of things to work on.)

Although I haven't found a bosom friend just yet, I am so glad I went.  It was good to stretch myself. 



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