How to Cook a Turkey

 

A new recipe courtesy of Jagger.

It’s sure to please even the pickiest of eaters this Thanksgiving.

1. Hy-Vee

2.  Take it Home

3. Go into House

4.  Cook Turkey

5.  Eat the Turkey

It doesn’t get much simpler than that.  Happy Thanksgiving friends!

That’s What He Said

Cash - “Mom, Georgia Jane is 4.  And I am 5.  And how old are you?”

Me - “I’m 30.”

Cash - “And next time what will you be?”

Me - “Next year I will be 31.”

Cash, with huge eyes - “And then you will die!?!?”

 

Wha-wha.  Hopefully I’ve got some time between 31 and death, but I guess you can’t be sure. 

Here’s this little booger’s first day of school picture.  It’s our last year at this little magical school.  Tear.

That’s What HE Said

I’m writing these down before I forget.  Gosh this kid is funny. 

He pretty much said all these things one after another while eating lunch.

Mom, will you please bring me back some nachos from Honduras?

Mom, why do you always call me “Cash”? 

Mom!  You are in trouble!

What? Why?

For being the cutest Mommy.

Lightsaber Protection

“Mom, when we go to the store, can I take my Lightsaber incase there are any bad guys there?”

“No, there won’t be any bad guys there.”

“Can I take it in case there are any little kids there that know Karate and I need to beat them up?”

“No, we don’t beat up other little kids.”

“But Mom, I’m just sayin’…”

Cat Tails and Corndogs

To Cash, they are basically the same thing.

I get his thinking, they sure do look a lot alike. 

And he says, if you get a corndog from Sonic, and you don’t like it, and you throw it out the window, a Cat Tail is what grows. 

It pretty much makes sense. 

But I don’t condone littering corndogs.

So that’s just what this is.  A few pictures of the boys’ new discoveries over at the new place. 

Jagger’s Artwork

I smashed a pumpkin. 

For Christmas I got a guitar.

And my brother got a plane!

I do soccer.  I am good.  And I know tricks. 

I love Cash

I love my mom.  I love my dad.  I love my Cash! 

The Haircut Conversation

 

Here’s a few snippets of a conversation with Cash’s stylist today:

Lady: “So Cash, do you have any brothers or sisters?”

Cash: “I have a sister named Kenzie.”

That’s not weird, is it? 

For those that don’t know…. Kenzie is MY sister. 

And I am sooo not pregnant if that thought crossed your mind.  I might have had to clarify that on facebook earlier. 

Later on, during that same haircut…

Lady: “Are you excited for Christmas?”

Cash: “Yeah, we are going to the beach.  A string ray might try to sting me.  I might sting it back.”

And there he is, all trimmed up. 

And ready to see his “sister” get married at the beach with the sting rays. 

That’s What He Said, This Day in October

I peed on my shirt!  Is that a problem?

Yes, son.  Yes it is.

Is Holy Crap a bad word?

Um, yes.

What does the middle finger mean? 

Oh dear.  Lord, help me now.

Aside from the middle finger curiosity, I wish I could hit pause and not let them grow any bigger.  4 and 6 is just where I like em.

And off he went

to kindergarten. 

A few important things about today:

He chose his own outfit and laid it out on the floor last night in anticipation of this morning.

He wanted to go to school about an hour early.

He’s the tallest in his class.

I think his teacher is going to be awesome. 

Although, he is bummed that they have a scheduled “rest time.” And he insists he doesn’t need the stuffed animal his teacher suggest they bring. 

He’s pretty mad that I don’t let him ride the bus.

(I’m kind of scared of it and the potential new words that may come with it.)

He’s not afraid to hug and kiss me in front of his classmates. 

Having a locker is super sweet.

When I warned him that he wouldn’t know any friends at this new school, he replied “That’s okay.  Cuz I know ME, and I am pretty cool!”

More on Cash

Another reason why I love Cash: 

“Thanks for cleaning the windows, Mom.”

Seriously, a three-year-old thanked me for Windexing the windows.  Completely unprompted.  In the history of man, this may be a first. 

I. Love. Him.  Don’t let that mischievous look in his eyes fool you.  He’s the sweetest boy I know. 

*I also may have posted this as evidence that sometimes I do clean windows, contrary to what many may believe about me*

More “That’s What He Said”

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.

I Lied

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!”

So I got a haircut the other day…

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?

Language Lesson

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. 

Baptizing Cash?

It’s officially summer around here.  We’re staying up late, catching lightning bugs, sleeping in, and playing in the sun. 

And today Jagger asked Cash if he wanted to be baptized. 

Cash’s response:  “Oh yeah, I LOVE getting baptized! 

Out of the Mouth of Jagger

Do you know what they do with all the honey that the bees don’t use?  They use it to make Honey Nut Cheerios. 

Mom, if a bad guy ever tries to break into the house and hurt you, I will call 9-9-1-1 and use my First Aid Kit on you.  I will save you. 

Mom, do you know how to make shirts?  You knit them.  But you don’t know how.  Aunt Alisha will have to show you how.

Cheese is the best food for your teeth.  But if you eat too much, you will get too big.

My favorite things that God gave me are:  Food, Flowers, TV, Sunglasses, and Magnets. 

Mom, when you sing it gives me a headache.

Can I have some money?  Please.  I want to use it to pay the bills for Daddy.  That way I get to be the boss. 

A sweet little conversation

Just a few minutes ago, as I was sitting here at the computer sending an email, Jagger snuggled up to me in the chair I am sitting in. 

He says in a whisper “ I love you sooooo much.”

I say back, “Jagger, I love you too!”

He says, “ No, mom.  Not you.  I was talking to God.”

And I think to myself, Well isn’t that just the cutest thing. 

And then I hear him say, “So Jesus, what do you want to do now?”

I don’t know what to say about him.  But I  like the way this kid prays. 

Sometimes I worry about the example I am setting

...for my boys that is. Here's a quick story, you decide.

This morning I have been rearranging some things around the house, mainly packing up all the sea shells I have out and bringing out some more fallish decor... pumpkins, acorns, etc. Jagger and Cash are playing nicely in the background.

I am pretty happy until I hear Jagger say:
"Cash, let's dock the pirate ship so we can go to the pumpkin store. We need to decorate the pirate ship for fall!"

Is that weird? It's not sitting with me too well.

Official Documentation

I wanted to use this as an outlet to officially document a few things that I must always remember about Cash at this point in time.

He is at the phase now where he loves feeling running water and loves washing his hands. At the slightest sight of a mess, he looks up at me with hands in the air and says, "Wash your hands?"

Anytime I am having a conversation in the car, with Jagger, Grant, or the phone, Cash loves to interrupt me and get my attention. He will repeat, "Mommy... Mommy... Mommy", increasingly louder, until I say "What, Cash?" His constant reply is, "Uh, monsters and pirates." Always. Without fail. This happens probably about 10 times per car ride.

And if you haven't seen Cash in awhile, than you don't know that his current obsession is Rock Monster, a character from the VeggiesTales movies, The Pirates that Don't Do Anything. Obsessed might not fully convey how much he loves Rock Monster. He has named his pillow Rock Monster. He demands to watch his Rock Monster video upon waking up, and pretty much through the rest of the day. He has a Rock Monster dance. Any rock we see outside is Rock Monster. And Rock Monster makes it into most of our conversations. It's weird.

Cash is learning how to take revenge on his big brother. Jagger does his share of picking on Cash, so I feel this revenge often well deserved. Cash is sneaky about it though. He gets Jagger while he is just laying there, resting, or watching TV. And then BAM, Jagger gets in in the head with a plastic mallet. At first it was funny, but eventually, for Jagger's safety, I had to confiscate a lot of the weapons.

Cash is a little guy for his age and I LOVE it. At almost 2 years old, he can still wear quite a few shirts that are size 6-9mo (they are actually big for that size, I think, but still, it sounds funny) Anyhow, it's like God is letting me keep my baby for a little extra time. Cash is little, but his development is fine. It's adorable to see him running around and climbing, when just by looks, you wouldn't expect him to be doing so. Same goes for how much he talks.... (even though he just talks about pirates and monsters.)

When I am out of sight, he runs up and down hall, saying "Mommy, where are you?" It happens to sound a lot like "Mommy, I love you!" So even though I know what he is intending to say, I still feel flattered by his "declaration" of love for me.

Something else to sing about

This is directed at my mother and my younger sister:

Which one of you taught Jagger "God is great, beer is good...."?

Because he was singing that all day at church today.

Just thought you should know.