The roast chicken was a big hit, and the kids (even #3 to my surprise) clamored for it to be fixed again after Hubby gets back. The pot roast also went over well (#3 made do with the carrots and taters, but snubbed the rest) and I think that can be added to my “make again” list. Tonight was a bit different though. I fixed lemon chicken.
I thoroughly enjoyed it (although next time I think I’ll use breasts instead of hindquarters), the kids? Not so much. This is one that I will possibly make again in the future if we have friends over and can get pizza for the kids and let the adults enjoy the home-cooked dinner.
I did have a big salad for the kids as I wasn’t sure they would like it or not. The older boys managed to enjoy quite a bit of the chicken and the salad, #3 spurned the whole shebang. That surprised me as he normally LOVES salad. I thought he would dig into that at least, but I was sadly mistaken.
#3 is rather disgruntled now as I won’t let him have any chips or dessert. He can’t comprehend that I’m not allowing him to have some type of treat after he refused to eat dinner. In the past he has been offered peanut butter sandwiches, ants on a log or an apple (or other piece of fruit) in lieu of dinner. Not this time. If he won’t eat what is offered him at the table (and I always make sure there is at least one item there that he likes), he can go without.
He now sits in time-out after attempting to throw the mother of all tantrums. It seems that the threat of having his pants dropped, butt spanked and being sent to bed for the night was enough to bring his budding tantrum to a grinding halt. When he calms down to the point where I believe he can go to his room without breaking anything or “accidentally” falling and hurting himself (a tactic he uses frequently to try and gain sympathy and get us to change our minds), I will let him get up off the couch and go back there. Until then, he can sit in silence.
Boy am I ready for Hubby to get home.