How about I just tell you the story behind its development? By the way, I never learned German but it has never stopped me from "speaking it".
I have recently really been stepping it up with my dinner prep and meal execution at the table through completion. I've sauteed, broiled, baked, and Crock-Potted. I've shredded, diced, and I think julienned one time by mistake. I've beat, stirred, and folded more than just the laundry.
Thai Peanut Chicken Lettuce Wraps with cashews and green onions-just in case you though I might be lying!
Sophia had to be at dance at 5:30 and Rick doesn't get off of work until 6:00. In his absence I was tempted to hit the drive-thru but I knew it would be the first step down the slippery slope into the grease pit of the fast-food world. I was aware that I had hit rock bottom one day when I found myself throwing away Burger King trash in the drive-thru at Wendy's. I was convicted and I couldn't handle the shame any longer. I was angry too, that I had been brainwashed into truly believing that alternating between oblong, round, and crown-shaped chicken nuggets was considered appropriate diet variation. With or without Rick, I was adamant that we were going to calmly eat our dinner together, at the table, and discuss our days, whether they liked it or not! Knowing Rick's seat at the table would be empty I did alter my menu and made a double batch of Horizon Organic macaroni and cheese and served it on mismatched flatware. Like usual, I did set a napkin to the left of each of their bowls, knowing I would pick them up again following the meal untouched. The mac and cheese streaks, along with their snot, always washes off their sleeves on laundry day. By the way, my children prefer Horizon Organic over Kraft 2:1. Plus it's often 10 for $10 at Kroger. I think Harrison votes for Kraft because he likes the way Red 40 makes him feel. How else could they get that unusually bright "cheddar" color? It has to be red 40.
Anyway, while our mac and cheese was cooling I told the younger two to get their shoes and jackets on. I was trying to stay on top of things. As I was braiding Sophia's hair I glanced up at the clock. It was 5:05! Who came into my house and turned my clocks forward! No time to eat "peacefully" at the table and "listen" intently about one another's days now! "Harrison, Haley... get in the car." I yelled as I finished my best braid. My stress was building when I saw no signs of Harrison or Haley. I ran to the back of the house and found them in Harrison's room playing with Mickey, the hamster. "I told you to get your jews and shackets on! Don't stare at me like that! I said move! Sophia is going to miss her dance cake! What is that stench in here? You're going to clean that camster hage before you go to bed tonight! Now get in the car and get tucked in. I'll bring you your dinner." (My subconscious mind obviously knew that cake and bedtime would make me feel better.)
***Can just one person please tell me that motherhood has caused them to suffer from expressive aphasia? And that it happens so often your family can translate your jumble and they rarely make fun of you anymore because they already know you worry about being crazy?!!!
Anyway, Haley ran by me with the toes of her shoes pointing out. If I worry about any of my kids having a gambling problem, it is Haley. Even with 50/50 odds, she is usually on the wrong foot. When she was almost passed me I hooked her neck with her rubber Tommee Tippee bib. Rick and I unfortunately did not discover these until Haley, our last one. I remember shopping for some new bibs when I was pregnant with her. There was a young, sweet couple next to us gently fondling the bibs for comfort and examining their aesthetics. I asked Rick what he thought of the rubber Tommee Tippee ones that had caught my eye, but was worried that he may think they were too cold and stiff. He said, "I don't know, give it a good jerk to see if she will be able to get it off."
"Same page", I said to myself!
It held tight to a good jerk so we threw two in the basket; 1 pink, 1 purple. We love them! When dinner is over you simply wash it just like a Tupperware. It also has this awesome trough. When you miss a bite, you can scoop it up again and go for round 2. They are the best, seriously. I'm not getting paid to say this.Tommee Tippee Bibs
Haley and Harrison were strapped into their seats. My co-pilot, Sophia, served Harrison his mac and cheese in the third row and put our bowls in the cockpit while I served Haley. I looked at my 3 year old and said "you can do this right"? My words were accompanied by an encouraging head bob and raised eye brows. Time was ticking and Sophia's cake was about to start. Haley looked at me with a face that said, "I'm going to try my best Mommy, to hold this bowl with one hand and eat with a spoon in the other; a task that I can find challenging at best while sitting still at the kitchen table. Not to mention the difficultly of leaning forward to take a bit while strapped in a 5-point harness and weight shifting left and right trying to counteract your erratic driving." I grabbed the bowl from her hand and before giving my inner voice "Common Sense" a chance to speak up, I listened to "Troublemaker" and dumped her mac and cheese in her trough. Before slamming the door I yelled, "try to keep a grip on that spoon Baby!" By the time we reached Sophia's dance studio, Haley's trough was empty, other than her spoon, which was neatly resting in the bottom. She was happy, full, and not a noodle on the floor!
So hopefully by fall, I, in conjunction with Tommee Tippee will make life for the mother on the go a little easier with Das Feid Baug. No more stress induced expressive aphasia. You'll simply yell, "Come on kids, let's strap on the old feed bags. It's time to go"! (I of course had to give it an awesome German sounding name so all the yuppie American parents will buy it.)
Das Feid Baug: on the way to AWANA at church!
Can't live without Das Feid Baug accessories:
(sold separately of course)
1. Velcro utensil attachment to make dropping impossible
2. Splash guard rims for cereal for the morning commuters
3. Sectioned dividers for the pickiest of eaters to allow for ketchup and hot dog separation
Das Feid Baug: on the way to dance!
But wait! There's more! To carry along with you in your Das Feid Baug bag:
1. Disposable sleeve protector slide on napkins, AND
2. The Original Das Fied Baug hand wipes, so your children don't have to eat their mac and cheese with hamster hands
Great for adults too! Creates a hand free eating environment for utensil requiring food in the car! You really only need one hand to drive after all don't you?
Das Feid Baug: for your hour alone on Wednesday nights!!!
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