Strawberry Yogurt Blueberry Frozen Treat Recipe

I was sitting there at my son’s OT appointment, looking through magazines* when I happened upon a fun snack idea that I could use the blueberries from our bushes for ….  so I took it upon myself to create the snack idea on my own and see what it would taste like! {don’t mind the watermark, I was originally going to post this on my other blog}

Strawberry Yogurt Blueberry Frozen Treat #recipe

What you Will Need

  • Strawberry Yogurt
  • Blueberries
  • Toothpicks
  • Container that you can freeze the yogurt blueberries in
  • a Freezer

What you Will Need to Do

  • Use one toothpick to pick up a blueberry, dip this blueberry into any flavor yogurt you choose (we used strawberry).
  • Once blueberry is covered in yogurt, use another toothpick to slide yogurt covered blueberry off of that first toothpick onto a container you can freeze them in.
  • Continue this until you have as many blueberries covered in yogurt as you want.

What your Mouth Will Say

This is a superb frozen treat for the family during the Summer time, I absolutely love this snack idea and it tastes as though you are eating frozen yogurt that has a blueberry in it. Seriously delicious!

 *I believe this recipe was shown with slightly different options/instructions in the Family Fun magazine.

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I Will Always Choose Family First

Most families are working to make ends meet, we live paycheck to paycheck, but how difficult is it when one makes their income net 30, 60 and sometimes 120 days? That’s the story of my life, most of my income is set to pay out to me within a 30 day time-frame versus the traditional weekly pay. I am an independent contractor and freelance writer; this means I have to work harder to budget income for my family. One day, I happened upon a job that would have been a great fit, the hours were perfect. I would be working two hours a day, five days a week and the subject matter was regarding motherhood. I felt that was such a perfect fit for both my family schedule and my mindset; I love talking about motherhood and I am extremely passionate about helping other Moms at all stages of motherhood.

The position was pretty decent, I enjoyed it a lot, I was happy and I was getting a paycheck weekly on top of my already pretty decent freelancing income. The extra income helped our household feel a little bit more comfortable financially, sure we didn’t have tons extra but it was a nice help. Then it happened, they changed some things around, the way things were changing were not sitting well with me. Some really great people got fired, I didn’t get fired. I loved that I still had a job there, but I was concerned slightly about my scheduled hours change. I would be required to work a five hour shift two days a week.

I thought, this will be okay, give it a try, see how it goes. well, I neglected to remember that my son has autism and with that stems this need for routine and things going on par with what they have been. To boot, my boyfriend’s daughter moved in with us, so we had a few changes for my autistic son and he wasn’t handling the changes very well. The five hour shifts meant that my son with autism would be in front of electronics more often, which is never a good thing for his addictive personality with technology. I really did my best to setup my work space at the dining room table and have craft things around for them to do, I was extremely proactive to ensure my five hours could get done each of the two days, I kept my part as an independent contractor for this firm, but with that came a neglect so to speak with my family obligations.

The biggest, and quite possibly only, reason I work from home is to have more time with my children, to be there to raise them and to be there for them anytime they need someone. I want to always be that go-to person for my children, my new step daughter included, working in a way that takes away from that was stressing me out. My son who was used to Mama working two hour days five days a week was struggling having me in front of a computer for such long periods for the day; granted I could have split up the hours and I did try that, but this setup really just wasn’t working. No matter how I split up my work load for that five hours, the time the work had to be completed within was stepping on the toes of what is most important to me – my children and family obligations.

I had to say bye to this job, never-mind the fact that the site wasn’t working for me in some way for the last two weeks of shift work, the overall schedule wasn’t a fit and they had no way or interest in going back to a different schedule, even though another independent contractor was allowed to work that way. That is normal, every business is setup to make profit and to do whatever they feel is best for their firm. I have no hard feelings towards this company, I simply had to decide to pick between my family or an extra weekly paycheck. I chose my family, because their mental health well being is more important to me than anything else in this world. I make enough with what I was doing before to survive, sure it’s not as comfortable but I have been less off with income in my past and survived, with happy healthy children!

WAHM - I Choose Family First

My ideal addition to any work I do has to be something I can fit within my children’s world; and during the Summer break it’s difficult to work more than a couple of hours each morning or more hours after the kids are asleep. Those are my only choices during Summer break as a means to keep on par with the schedule my autistic son got used to and keep on par with my beliefs in what family is and why I work from home to begin with. When I told my daughter about me no longer working this schedule, she was happy because she said “this job was changing you” and when I told my autistic son I would go back to working my freelance work 9-11am each morning, he said “like before?” and I said “yes, like it was when summer started” and he smiled a big smile and gave me a HUGE hug. The happy responses from just those two children told me, that they realized this new schedule was a bad fit, but they were sucking it up the best they could as a means to be supportive of their Mom’s work.

While it is a shame that that companies new setup means I couldn’t have a schedule change, I understand that they need to do what’s best for their company, just as I need to do what’s best for my family. Never again, will I be so blinded by income that I give up on my main mission in life – to work from home in a way that allows me to continue being the supportive, positive mother I have always been for my children.

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My Mother’s Day Gift Has Bloomed

I am so happy that I am finally not killing flowers. My youngest child brought me home a plant for Mother’s Day and all I could think of is “that this plant will not make it”. No one could tell me what the plant was, so we waited, watered and took care of this plant. Finally we transplanted it into a larger pot and then one day, recently, it bloomed.

Mothers Day Gift

It is such a beautiful flower and upon sharing it online I found out that this plant is a comso? Or something like that. I am so happy that my little man gave me this flower, it’s beautiful!

I am Nervous for My Children

As I watch over the world today, sitting here watching the Today show hearing about a man who complained in a tweet and almost got kicked off a Southwest Flight for complaining in a tweet. Then there are other news stories where someone tweeting or posted on FB something that “made someone uncomfortable” and had backlash for it or were disciplined in some way. What is our world coming to? We can no longer speak our complaints publicly aloud for all to read or hear? Why is it that so many want to make sure that everyone is comfortable?

Let’s face it people, we are not meant to feel comfortable with all situations and all scenarios. People are not always going to think you are nice. People are not always going to like you. While this may upset you or make you feel uncomfortable, who cares. I face these feelings on a regular, while I usually attract really sweet people, there are occasions where I am confronted with negative, mean people and that’s okay. I don’t whine and cry or tell on them because I am uncomfortable, if I am uncomfortable I need to get over it.

There is a fine line between a scary situation where you feel threatened for a valid reason and you feel uncomfortable but need to simply get over it. I do not feel that we should be taught to shut up and not speak our feelings and opinions. We are allowed to have those feelings and opinions, we own them. Get over it!

Why am I nervous for my children?

I am raising my children in a semi old fashion way as far as thinking patterns go and speaking up for their own selves. I have and still am raising my children to think for their own self. I want my children to develop their own opinions and feelings based on who they are as individuals. Sure, they are children, but you know what?! They are also human beings that need to learn how to be well rounded, respectful, healthy opinionated adults while under my supervision so as to allow me to lead them properly.

I teach my children to speak up for how they feel, I also teach them that while they may feel one way about something that not everything they dislike is going to change. Allowing my children to have a voice, teaching them to speak up and feel for their own self really creates this self confident, independent personality that I feel is important to have in society as an adult. I watch so many adults struggle with these type of things; self confidence, independent thinking and the ability to speak up for their own self. I do not wish to raise children that lack those skills and in all honesty, I have three well spoken children who can eventually tell me what is on their mind.

Sure, sometimes they don’t speak it properly, I am famous for telling them to “please watch your tone and body language”, because that is all part of me teaching them how to express themselves properly. Many read body language before they hear what you are saying, so I am working on the whole package to ensure my children will be adults who speak up and do not ever allow themselves to be treated poorly. Ever.

The Future Looks Scary

I normally don’t catch the news, it’s odd that I happened to be able to watch it today, but every chance I do have to watch the news, I just get sad. I get upset. I get frustrated. We are not living in the same society I grew up in, and it’s not a better society than I grew up in either. I watch adults turn into sheep, we tend to complain and whine but don’t have the actions behind our complaints to make change. I watch as our society starts to turn into this socialist community almost; where our rights are being slowly stripped away and our ability to speak our opinions aloud are being washed away.

I wonder how my children will be viewed when they become adults. Will my children keep these skills I taught them for so many years? Will my children be suppressed to not be these independent, self confident people when they become adults? I sure as heck hope not. I can only hope that we see a positive direction soon, because I cannot handle watching rights being stripped away day after day while we, the current adults in society, allow that to happen.

We the people need to continue to raise our children to be independent thinkers, self confident people and we the people can only do that through being the proper parental example. Fight back. Speak up. Feel something and let that feeling guide you into making change happen!


Because That’s Family

My daughter is at that age where she is starting to want to do what she wants and not want to do what the family wants to do. Although it’s a quick moment she feels this way, it is a new chapter in our lives where my first born is getting older and having two little brothers can sometimes be more annoying than it used to be. Combine the two little brothers with one having autism and really not getting the emotional side of things, more often than not, it makes it even more difficult for this tween daughter of mine to have tolerance some days.

I get it. I have low tolerance some days. I get it. I don’t like to play Mario Kart with our autistic family member either. I get it. I don’t always want to do what any of the kids want to do.

But I do it.


Because that’s family!

I am a firm believer that, within reason, a family unit learns to do things that each of us may not want to do in that moment because another family member wants to. We keep a balance in allowing each child to have some choice in what to do during the day. Being home all summer with three kids can make for a juggling act and my children need to learn how to balance and tolerate each other.

Because that’s family!

I teach my children the life lessons I want instilled within them through my own actions, leading by example is best in all situations in life. Sure I don’t much like to play Mario Kart, I never really used to like Minecraft, and I certainly don’t enjoy being chopped playing Ninja’s, but I do it. All of it.

Because that’s family!

With my example and ways of communicating properly to children, we have learned to become quite the unit together. As my daughter stated the other day, “we have a very understanding, compassionate, loving and accepting family anyone can blossom when they live with us because we accept and love everyone”!

Because that’s family!

I See you Staring, and It’s Not Okay

Raising a special needs child who’s special needs are not visible can make parenting a challenge. Really that whole sentence is bull crap and the reason I say it is bull crap is because raising a special needs child is challenging regardless of the physical appearance, level of special needs or anything else you want to compare from one special needs child to any other child. Raising children is a challenge. Period. The end.

I am raising three very different children, sure you can pinpoint a similar trait between them all, if you are around them long enough, but overall, at first glance I bet you see that one child … my middle son who happens to be special needs. You do not notice my other two children who are mingling, smiling, laughing and having a grand ole time, you notice that one child of mine who is having a difficult time transitioning from the pool to the car or from the car to the park. You are seeing that child having a hard time and you look at me. You stare. As if I am the worlds worse parent, why? I honestly cannot answer that question. I do not know why you stare.

Clearly you have never had a bad day. Clearly you have never had a difficult time with something. Clearly you simply just do not have much compassion because staring or glaring or even whispering amongst yourselves is what makes you feel good. The thing about your whispers, stares and glares is that you are damn lucky it doesn’t affect my special needs child. My middle child has autism and his difficult times have no boundaries and no limits, meltdowns can be brought on by something minimal like a deviled egg sliding the wrong on his plate to the chair being tilted slightly, to the number of people around him. My middle child has autism and he doesn’t notice a thing that you do, for he doesn’t care. My middle child may be classified as special needs but I consider him lucky, lucky that he will not bare witness to the cruel ways people will look at him when he’s having a hard time. Lucky that, unlike you, he doesn’t give a damn about you, he only cares about himself and what’s going on in his world. You all that stare could take a lesson from my special needs child, because while he was born with some special needs; he is much more than that. My special needs child is the most honest, loyal and devoted child I have ever met.

In other ways, I feel that my son is not lucky. He will form so many close bonds with people who will be cruel and mean to him. My son will suffer some social awkwardness and yes, you will stare then too. You will stare at him as if he has done lost his mind, because after all, the only thing you see is a ‘normal’ young boy, who looks overall healthy, seems fine and has no physical disability or disinformation to his body that screams out ‘special needs’. I feel the pain he doesn’t feel. I have had to learn to be stronger as a parent, because of him. My son’s siblings have learned to be stronger because of him. My son’s siblings have learned to not stare at others differences, nor judge other people for their differences. Because of special needs child with autism, we have learned to have such a deeper level of compassion, patience and love that you, who are staring at my seven year old son … will ever have.

I say to you, those who stare at something that is appearing to be an unruly child, or a mother who doesn’t know how to parent her child, stop staring. Stop glaring. Stop whispering amongst yourselves. If you have a question about my parenting or my son, ask. I would much rather you ask, let me explain or you just stay the hell out of it. Go on with your marry way and not stare. My son wasn’t bothering you by his crying, was he? My son wasn’t bothering you when I had to restrain him as a means to whack him back down to planet Earth, was he? My son did nothing to you, right? Then stop. Have some compassion and maybe, just maybe, instead of staring at me .. lend a hand. Lend me a hug. Reach out to me.

More often than not, I am holding tears back, just below the surface and one wrong transition, one bad move, one every day situation for my autistic son can pretty much put me on the verge of a full meltdown of tears myself. Stop judging others. Stop thinking you are a better parent than me, because I am the last person who would ever say, think or feel that way about you. Ever.

While I hold back how I feel about your stares, I have learned to put that on the back burner, because in that moment all that matters is that I do what has been taught to me to do when my son is having that type of situation. I have been trained on how to handle my son and one of the biggest things that ensure I handle him properly, is to ensure I ignore your stares. I have to suck it up, to be honest, and not worry about that look I can feel you giving me, that burning sensation of your eyeballs glued onto my son and me. I have to ignore it. Meanwhile, I am breaking down inside. I am hurting. I am struggling, because being a parent to a child with special needs is a challenge. Raising kids is a challenge. We all need to have more compassion for others, parenthood is rough stuff people. Love more, judge less. It takes a village.

The end.



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