Roasted Italian Green Beans

Roasted Italian Green Beans are a great way to get out of the side dish rut.

I get in serious ruts. Not to mention, I have probably the most pickiest eaters on the face of the planet. It’s true, I do. People think just because I create great recipes, my kids eat everything. Ugggggg, I wish.

Well, these green beans are one thing they will eat. If they will eat, I will will make it!

Ok, now can we talk about something? I’m about to get all emotional on you…..

Kids….
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I myself love summer time with the kids. Granted, I still have to go to work most of the day, but I still get to spend the afternoons with the kids.

I love waking up a little later, having no schedule, having a house full of kids jumping and swimming and eating me out of house and home. I love it all. ( I don’t love all the constant cleaning up I do though).

My kids are in 8th and 6th grade, I only have a few summers left with them. Isn’t it funny when they are babies we basically wish them to grow up.

I can’t wait for the day he is out of diapers.

I can’t wait for the day I don’t have to wash bottles.

I can’t wait for him to start walking.

I can’t wait for her to start preschool.

Yes, all of these “Can’t waits” are all just wishing them to grow up.

You know what growing up means?….getting older. And getting older eventually means our babies will be leaving the house.

I remember when my kids were babies, I refused to let them sleep in bed with me. Now on the weekends, I love when they ask to sleep with me. It’s getting to be a more rare occasion, so I when they ask, I giddily say yes.

After we are done wishing our kids to get older, we soon realize that our time with them is fleeting.

I am done wishing my kids to grow up. I want them to stay the way they are. Sweet and innocent, still needing me. ( I may or may not be tearing up right now).

Yes, it annoys me to no end sometimes to hear “Mom, can you..” 50 bazillion times a day, and I often want to stab my eyeballs out with forks durning homework time, but in just the blink of the eye, I won’t hear those words anymore  (I’m ok with missing the homework madness) and it makes me sad and leaves an ache in my stomach.

So for those of you who have babies, don’t wish them older. Before you know it, they will be gone and you will want those days back.

You will miss it, I promise.

Ok, green beans……