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Monday, June 27, 2011

You know you're a mommy when... (6.27.11)

standards for acceptable topics of conversation have been significantly lowered, as you regularly broadcast your child's pooping habits and the word 'nipple' no longer makes you blush, or even pause.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

You know you're a mommy when... (6.22.11)

you sit on the couch sipping coffee and watching TV while your kids are still sleeping and 10 minutes later realize you're watching Disney Jr.... all by yourself.  Oops!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

A Dad's Life

You've probably seen this before, but Jim and I still laugh out loud whenever we watch this so maybe you will too!

A Dad's Life


On a serious note, wanted to give a shout-out to my awesome husband, Jim.  I see what my he does for us everyday and am so appreciative of how hard-working, sacrificial and involved he is.  He works hard so I can stay home and the kids can take gym class and have Chik-fil-A for lunch.  He takes Andrew to swim lessons on his day off.  He helps with dinner and bedtimes when he's tired after a long day.  He does it all without hesitating or complaining.  Dads are so essential, but sadly often absent and my husband goes above and beyond the 'call of duty' to make our family feel important and loved.  We love you, honey, and we're so thankful for you!

And to my dad, thank you for always being there when I need you and thank you for still being there.  I'm blessed to have grown up having a Dad who wants to know me and be involved.  I love you, Dad!

Friday, June 17, 2011

Death by Chocolate? Don't mind if I do.

Today, I was making one of my super-easy, delicious and pretty summer desserts and thought, why not share the recipe with all 40 people who read this blog on occasion?!  I was especially excited to make this because I finally have my own trifle dish (bought it at Target for $11!) and don't have to borrow one to make this anymore.  I love trifles.  They make desserts extra pretty.  That is until you serve it up and it turns into mush.  But that's OK because then they still taste pretty darn good.



DEATH BY CHOCOLATE

Ingredients:
1 box of Devil's Food Cake Mix (plus, all ingredients to make the cake)
1 16 oz. container of frozen whipped topping, such as Cool Whip, thawed
1 box of Chocolate Mousse Mix (plus, ingredients to make the mousse)
1 bar of chocolate covered English toffee, such as Heath Bar, crushed

Bake cake according to package instructions and let cool, cut into small cubes.  Prepare mousse according to package instructions and refrigerate.  In a trifle dish or glass serving bowl, layer cubes of chocolate cake, followed by mousse, then Cool Whip.  Repeat.  Top with crushed Heath Bar (we prefer semi-sweet chocolate shavings rather than candy).  Refrigerate until serving.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

You know you're a mommy when (6.9.11)

You have the privilege of being entertained by your child's interpretations of everyday things he encounters.  These are a few of my favorite Andrewisms:

~  Looking at my abundant moles and freckles: 'Mommy, you have polka-dots!'
~  Watching the cars on Street Road at rush hour from the Yum Yum parking lot: 'Look at the cars!  They're all racing!'
~  After spotting a jar of pickles in the fridge:  'Look!  They're swimming!  And that one has a TAIL!'
~  Playing with a pile of Cheerio's at the kitchen table:  'I made a big Sandcastle!'
~  Andrew's response after I asked him to take a bite of his grilled cheese:  'I put it in my mouth.  It went down the drain.'
~  As he was watching his pee come out and go into the potty, 'I'm making a waterfall!'
~  When we were outside checking out a rainbow after a storm, 'There's a tunnel in the sky.'

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

You know you're a mommy when... (6.7.11)

When you get home from family vacation, you review the 300 photos you took and realize that 295 are of your kids; half can be deleted because your child(ren) are not looking, are grumpy, or are 1 of 8 photos of them in the same pose; you only find yourself in the 6 pictures you managed to take yourself; and you don't have any photos of the other family members who were with you all week.