Sick Little Pickle

I’ve been pretty lucky on the sick-kid front, as they aren’t in daycare (aka germ repositories), but we did not luck out this go around. My tall, strong, sweetheart was knocked on her ass this afternoon by one hell of a cold (or something TBD). We went from playing outside in sandpiles and climbing on livestock panels to splashy, giggly bathtime, to featherbed-and-blanket nest in the living-room hammock and leave me the fuck alone. By dinner, she had a 100º fever and a surprisingly decent appetite. She’s such a little trooper. Then my husband, Superdad tonight, got home with toddler cough syrup and liquid Tylenol.


The hard part is that her sister still feels good.  I assume, in about 48 hours neither she nor I will feel good in the slightest, but maybe we’ll luck out. Anyway, the sprightly little fireball misses her friend and just doesn’t quite understand what “sick” means. Like, why is it a big deal today if we switch sippy cups, wtf, mom? What do you mean I can’t tackle her from the back of the couch? I tried to explain, but showing works best, so I said “Hey, Monkey, will you come help me take Leeloo’s temperature?” She runs over, “Tematur?” I put the thermometer under Leeloo’s arm as she snuggles her dad, “See Monkey? We have to check her temperature because sometimes, when people are sick they get a fever and it makes them hot.” Her eyes open big in recognition and concern “Leeloo hot?” “Yeah, Baby, Leeloo’s hot. See her temperature is 99.6 now; that’s a whole degree above what it normally is.” Monkey runs off to get Leeloo her juice. Toddlers are so smart and awesome and thoughtful and sweet.

So, the Tylenol brought it down a little bit. Yay. I’ll keep checking, and hopefully will not wake either of them up. Ha.

The point of this post, however, is what does one feed a sick little pickle with a fever, cough, and sore throat? Mom’s Magical Calorie-Bomb Baby Smoothie. Fuck yes. A more meaningful name would probably be Peanut Butter, Banana, and Chocolate Smoothie, but I gave it a cool name because it made it up when I was pregnant and had god-awful morning sickness for literally 28 weeks. I digress. I love it. Nauseous me loves it. Hypoglycemic me loves it. My kids fucking love it. Here’s how to make it.

Mom’s Magical Calorie-Bomb Baby Smoothie
Blender: I make this in a “personal smoothie-sized” blender, but it would obviously be fine in a full size too.
Banana (regular or frozen. Frozen makes it thicker)
2 TB peanut butter (smooth almond butter is fine if you’re no-peanut people)
2 TB Nesquik (powdered chocolate milk mix)
milk (I use whole milk, but anything’s fine, even almond, coconut, etc.)
2-5 ice cubes


Pour some milk, the banana, and some ice in the blender. Yep, the whole banana. I just broke that one in half.


Add the Nesquik and the peanut butter. I definitely vote for creamy peanut butter for this particular recipe. The Nesquik is more of a “to taste” kind of thing. I’m sure Ovaltine, Carnation Instant Breakfast, Chocolate Muscle Milk, or hell, Hershey’s chocolate syrup would all taste about the same. You’re just getting some extra nutrition from some of the options.

Blend. Check on it. Add more milk if you want it to be thinner. My girls like it thin enough to be easy to drink with a straw.


Et voilà.

Tinker with the ratios of ingredients or leave one of them out. It’s hard to fuck up so badly that it’s undrinkable. Enjoy.

I must go prepare for a day of sick pickle snuggles, Tylenol distribution, and toddler grumps.

XX Nic

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