Chicken Thighs are gross, and other fun facts

Ok, just recommitted myself to blogging more. Some days I feel like there's nothing to talk about, but I think that's the kicker -- if you just start writing, it will come.

 I think I may be getting old. We took a super quick road trip to DFW this weekend for my niece's baptism (shoutout to Chloe!), and driving home took an additional hour and a half because I-35 hates me. Anyway, my neck, back, and shoulders have been ACHING since we got home Sunday night. After self-diagnosing myself with fibromyalgia (hypochondriac + working for Disability Determination Services = no bueno), I came to the conclusion that I think I might just be getting o-l-d-e-r. I don't feel old, but I'm probably too old to sit in the backseat of the Corolla for more than 10 minutes.

This roadtrip was also a milestone in Miscommunication between Wade and myself. Since we were getting home so late, and since my Sweet Boy was turning into a Screaming Teething Boy, we decided to stop at Wendy's for dinner. Here is what we sounded like:
Wade, pulling up to order: "Ok, what do you want?"
Me: "I'll have a --*Wyatt screaming* -- and if he's still hungr --*more screaming*-- just give him some fries."
Wade: "Ok, so a number--*Wyatt kicking and screaming*--small fries?"
Me: "Yes, some--*you get the idea*"

And that's how 2 tired parents accidentally buy their toddler his own order of fries.
Also, any parents who are against using pacies for crying babies should definitely check out the greasy, processed food alternative; it works instantly and you'll even get a shriek or two of carb-loaded joy out of them. :)

Lastly, let's talk grocery shopping on a budget. Since spaghetti was getting old REAL quick, I decided to research some blogs online for how to shop for a family of 3 as cheaply as possible. One suggestion I kept reading over and over was to get chicken thighs instead of chicken breasts. You could bake them, put them in chicken salad, etc, all at a fraction of the cost. So I bought a huge pack of them, and baked them with olive oil, italian seasoning, and bread crumbs.
And forgot to trim the fat.
And dumped too much olive oil in the pan.
And nearly choked on the nastiness that was the end result. It was so gross! I think if I type any more I might gag, again, but trust me, it was bad.
So, friends, any advice on creative ways to incorporate meat into our meal plans without going over budget?
(please exclude all chicken thigh recipes, unless someone can tell me how to really cook those things!)

Happy Tuesday!

Updates!

1.) Wyatt said "Dada" on Sunday. He's been trying so hard to get his little "d" sounds out, and when he finally did, he didn't want to stop! Such a sweet boy, he loves his Dada.

And food.

Loves. His. Food.

 

2.) I had an AMAZING birthday with amazing friends (one amazing preggo friend even came in her wheelchair since she was finishing up being on bed rest!). One of many highlights? Having the glass pitcher full of sangria explode as we were pouring our drinks!

3.) I have been tired. A lot. I think that's one of the reasons I haven't been writing, and I'm sorry for that. Honestly my mind is mush at the end of the day, and for some reason it's been more mushy the last 2 weeks. It probably has something to do with me turning "late 20s". :)

4.) I gave birth 30 weeks ago today. That also may have something to do with me being so tired. That first month felt like an ETERNITY trying to figure this little guy out, but now the days are flying by! But every day has been a gift, that is for sure.
Alright, bedtime! So sorry I've neglected you, blogspot.