What kind of sick person would bring a hermit crab to an office gift exchange party?
My husband, that’s who.
I felt like someone was about to get mad when they received this as their $15 gift in Dirty Santa, so I threw in the itunes gift card so no one felt ripped off.
But still, really? A hermit crab, Grant? It was hysterical though, I have to admit.
And in the end, it actually went to a good home.
Later that night, same party, different gift:
Yeah, it was made specifically for my dear husband. I’m not going to tell the story, the shirt pretty much says it all. You can ask Grant if you need to know the specifics.
Cash: (Talking, not singing) “Our God is an awesome God who reigns from heaven above. With a flashlight so he can find monsters and skeletons.”
While I attempting to to explain a couple political things to Jagger (the president’s job and what voting means,) I used such phrases as running for president and race. Jagger’s response: “So the first one who gets there wins?”
Jagger to Cash: “Didn’t I just tell you NO?….Well clearly I meant NO. What part of NO don’t you understand?” -Oh dear, he’s been listening to his parents.
Me, watching college basketball: “This game is stressing me out!” Jagger: “But I can stress you out more Mom, right?”
Uh, right.
Before, I mentioned that the tree wasn’t gonna get decorated until after Thanksgiving.
But now, the bottom two feet of it look like this:
I later heard Cash say, “The dinosaurs want to go to Jesus’ birthday party!”
On the Menu:
The Pioneer Woman’s Steak Bites
Cheddar Biscuits
A Green Vegetable, just for good measure
Cheddar Biscuit Recipe
1/2 lb Bisquick
1 1/2 oz shredded Cheddar
5 1/2 oz water
Mix it all and plop a dozen balls onto a pan.
Bake 10-12 minutes in a 375 degree oven.
Meanwhile, mix
2 TB melted butter, 1 tsp garlic salt, & 1 tsp of parsley
Brush over freshly bakes biscuits.
So easy, so delish.
Perfect weather. Team spirit. Cool trucks. Free T-shirt. Lots of candy. Political stickers. Marching bands. Funny college kids. Popcorn. M-I-Z chants. Familiar faces. Endless high-fives.
Naps on the way home:)
The idea of packing up our stuff and moving out is getting a little more real every day.
Our first mission: Pack up all the crap and hide it, so that someone will think the house is cute and will want to buy it.
Mission 2: Sell the house to that certain someone.
Mission 3: Live in Grandpa’s house while we save money and build a new place.
Mission 4: Never move again?
feeling blessed and worried at the same time. that’s all.
and feeling like a season of prayer is coming on.
So I got a haircut the other day, nothing major, just a trim and some bangs. And in hopes of raising my self esteem, I asked the little boys what they thought of it.
Jagger: I love it a lot! You look so beautiful! You’re the most beautiful mommy! Can I have some cookies?
Cash: Mommy, I don’t like your haircut! I don’t like the down part! Take your haircut off!
Um, moral of the story is: A 5-year-old knows how to talk to a woman when he wants something. A 3-year-old, not so much.
And maybe “the down part” of my haircut isn’t so good?
Last weekend we headed south to celebrate a few family birthdays with Grant’s side of the family.
Highlights of this trip include:
Staying in a hotel & jumping on the beds
Pushing buttons in the elevator
Birthday cake
And riding horses
(And for some reason, I only have pictures of that last one!)
A big thanks to Uncle Steve for putting on his cowboy boots and taking the boys out!
I couldn’t decide on a title.
Anyway,
Chocolate Mint Chocolate Chip Cookies! A couple months ago I discovered my most favorite and easiest way to make Chocolate Chocolate Chip Cookies…. CAKE MIX. Yeah, the recipe is on the side of the box, so this isn’t exactly groundbreaking. But to me it kinda is.
You need all this:
The recipe on the box call for nuts. But I think nuts are stupid. So I threw in some Andes Mints. They are so smart… and delicious! And x-nay on the vanilla, it’s not needed.
And then about 7-10 minutes later, you have awesomeness. About 3 dozen awesomeness-es, actually.
They are delish! I may or may not have eaten a couple dozen in a day or two.
*ALSO* if you decide to save some of the cookie dough in your refrigerator in a log shaped form in a Ziploc bag….. your 5-year-old will later say “Mom!!!!!! Someone put POOP in the fridge!”
Here’s the recipe I use and love:
1 Box Duncan Hines Chocolate Cake Mix (other brands don’t turn out as well, I’ve found)
1/4 C brown sugar
1 stick-o-butter, melted
2 eggs
1 C chocolate chips
1 C mint baking chips
Combine first 4 ingredients, add in chips. Plop spoonfuls onto your baking sheet.
Bake at 350, 7 minutes on a pan, or 10 minutes on a stone.
Last year at the beach, Cash, trying to be funny, said “There is a crab in my diaper.” We all thought it was wildly funny and laughed and laughed.
And the joke has evolved over the year, with a crab on the head, on the plate, on the carseat… getting less and less funny each time.
Today, the joke got a lot less funny.
Jagger witnessed a dirty toilet at school and wanted to let his class know by screaming “There is a crab in the toilet!”
Um, Jagger’s teacher had a talk with me about appropriate language. Apparently, she heard him screaming CRAP down the hall. And that is frowned upon.
I thought about vindicating Jagger’s honor and explain what he had really said, all the way back to Cash’s crab in the diaper… but I just decided to chalk this up as a parenting failure.
Joke over.
The last week has been exhausting.
Jagger turned 5 on Monday.
Cash turned 3 on Thursday.
He also started school on that day.
We celebrated each occasion a couple different times.
And on Friday, we had the big (little) bash. The kind that stresses this mom out. With cake and more cake, and a few friends.
We played. We ate. We played. We had cake. We opened presents. We played. We roasted marshmallows. We watched a movie. We played with flashlights in the backyard. We told ghost stories. We told Bible stories. And at 11:30, we all slept outside in a tent. 6 1/2 hours later, we woke up, ate more cake, and played again.
It was a party full of fun and of sugar. And after everyone went home, we napped. And then we napped again.
This is what we did tonight, and will continue to do for the next few weeks.
Jagger loves it. By the third inning he is totally bored, but he loves it.
He had three good hits, scored twice, and filled his glove with a lot of dirt while playing short stop.
We’re so proud.
A couple things to work on before the next game:
Go team green!
First day of Pre-K, here we come!
Lots of excitement.
And lots of school supplies. It’s a wonder he didn’t fall over backwards.
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