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.
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