Friday, February 25, 2011

How could something so wrong taste so right?

Welp, I went there.  

After seeing these cookie creations here, and here, and just about everywhere else in the blogosphere I could take it no longer.  

It was time for me to test and approve the wonder that is the Oreo stuffed chocolate chip cookie.

I am perfectly capable of making my own chocolate chip cookies but I'm certainly not willing, so here is my version.  
Pretty straightforward.  Just take come partially hydrogenated death-inducing oils and smash them around some other partially hydrogenated death-inducing oils.
Like this:
Bake at 350 and you have this beauty (I charge extra for the wrinkly, ancient looking hand).
The warm, kinda melty Oreo center is like the Holy of Holies.  You must treat it with great care and respect.
By that I mean, you must eat it right from the oven and chase it with a Cherry Coke Zero while the children are locked in their bedrooms so as to not ruin this most blessed of experiences.
I will admit I had to take some Tylenol about 30 minutes after this because the sugar headache was quite intense.  

Worth it?  Yep.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Miscellaneous happenings that don't warrant their own blog post

I could bring an entire carnival to the house and the kids would still prefer to lay in my bed and stare at a television.
Corben prefers to copy the bible over watching a football game.  It may be the Super Bowl but it's still a Sunday.
(Please let my kid marry this boy.  Amen.)
Western Day: The one party day I actually remembered was happening before he got to school.
The kids' favorite hide and seek spot.
The adorable V-Day outfits made by none other than our very own Yaya.

Friday, February 18, 2011

The $69 Dollar Solution

Something had to be done about this disaster that was my daughter's room.
 The little bookcase leftover from her nursery just wasn't cutting it anymore.
 Enter this: (and now that i look at this wall, the pictures and shelf need a little work.  I'll tackle that in about 6 months)
 (Notice that adorable little cup and saucer that was mine when I was a little girl.)
She now has a separate cubby for Barbies, Polly Pockets, disney princesses, doll house people and accessories, and of course, books.
I found the fabric for this room about 5 years ago for $1 a yard.  I spent all of ten dollars on all the fabric. The black and white works well with how her nursery was already painted and will work well when she decides she is too cool for pink.
The little doll crib was my Mom's when she was a girl, the dresser was also my Mom's, and the ballerina cross stitch was once a pillow that my mom made me when I was little.
Okay, that shelf now looks way too high and that picture hanging on the wall is too small.  I'm on it.
It is amazing what $69 dollars can do for a room.  I should have done this five years ago!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Oops, he did it again.

There are way too many pictures on this post.  I'm not sorry.

After this and this, the man of the house has really set the bar high for Valentine's Day.  

He did not disappoint.

The kids and I pulled into the garage to this:
Inside the entertainment center we found a gummy snake, a bubble gum yard stick, and a Starbucks gift card.  I was totally pumped about the yard stick gift card.
Next clue:
The kids running to the mailbox:

Books, a Sonic card, and a freezing cold little girl who couldn't be bothered to change out of her gymnastics suit.  Can't say that I blame her.
Notice the pistol in Bode's hand.  I photoshopped the confederate flag out of the picture  Wouldn't want to offend anyone :)

This is where the pictures get awkward.  I couldn't hold the kids still long enough to get a cute one.  PinkItzel for everyone!

These gifts were as predictable as it gets.  A science kit for Mia, a sword for Bode, and chocolate truffles for Summer. (Mia, I will apologize to you for this picture in about 10 years when you are in therapy after discovering and reading this blog.)

Mia opening her closet:

I forgot to get a picture of Mia's last gift - a new living room with a flat screen for her doll house.  Because the other living room didn't have a flat screen and that is simply unacceptable.

Another violent contraption for the Bodester.  Add this to the list of topics for therapy.
And for the lady of the house, new running shoes.  Some may not understand how happy this makes me.

And as if that wasn't great enough, after the children went to bed what to my wandering eyes should appear but an IPhone 4G and eight tiny reindeer!

Actually, there were no reindeer.

My man's the bomb dot com.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Gettin' my crafty on

I found this free download for candy bar wrappers here.  
The only thing better than a candy bar is a cute one.
And then I found this adorable idea for candy bar cozies here.
And then I called the Queen of Crafty, my Ahmo, and the rest is history.
We whipped up enough of these babies for every kid in Mia's class and small group.
And I'll tell ya, the only thing better than a cute candy car is a cute candy bar wrapped in one of these cozies.
Stay tuned for another Valentine post soon.
The Hubs is up to something...

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

What you do when you're snowed in for two weeks:

You finally get to take that snaggle tooth picture with your bestie.
 You insist on taking a non-snaggle tooth picture with your bestie so as to not be left out.
 You force your children to go outside and pretend like they are having fun for the sake of the camera.
 You eat a lot and completely blow off your training schedule.
 You resort to allowing your children to watch random movies on Netflix (Honey I Shrunk The Kids, anyone?).
And you treasure every second of it.

Monday, February 7, 2011

If you're six years old, there's nothing bigger.

Did she just lose her first tooth...
or did she just bite the head off a rabbit?

Wednesday was quite possibly the greatest day of Mia's life.  The first tooth came out while she was brushing her teeth.  She. Was. Ecstatic.
And then the tooth fairy left her an adorable note (if I do say so myself) and some money under her pillow.  

She acted thrilled.
And then she came out of her room the next day and said, "I know the tooth fairy isn't real and I know you wrote that note."

I sat there for a minute, kind of shocked, and then I told her she was right.  

And she looked smugly satisfied with herself.