Thanksgiving Cooking Memories

Well it sure has been a while since I’ve posted. I’ve had quite a few in my head to write but I have had no time between work and my kids to actually put them down on paper. I’m sure almost every one of you out there can completely understand that!

         It is that time of year again….Thanksgiving! I’m not sure where this past year has gone. It has flown by and so much has changed.  I absolutely love this time of year! 

Thanksgiving and Christmas with family and friends. All the decorations and  food preparation. Teaching my kids to cook. (the mess is definitely worth it and so is the memories we are creating!)

        

        Among the many things my kids and I were cooking today my daughter was making pumpkin pies and I was assisting her.  She had mixed all of the ingredients together and I had already taught her how to preheat the stove so that it would be ready to go when she finished prepping.  I went to give her the pie crust and the whole thing fell apart…LITERALLY. Can you say major fail. Her face completely dropped.  I told her no problem we would just go to the store and get another one. (Which might I add if it wasn’t for her sad face I never would have even considered taking on the grocery store the day before Thanksgiving) So I called my brothers to watch my other two boys while she and I braved the crowds, which actually wasn’t too bad. We checked out and headed home. Once we got home I ever so carefully took the top off the pie crust and set it in front of her to start filling with the pumpkin filling.  She filled both pie crusts up and I helped her put them in the oven and she set the timer. She did awesome and she was so proud of herself! She made one for her grandparents and one for us to eat!  I was proud of her too. I am so thankful for my kids, my family and my friends. I hope that each one of you have a wonderful and Happy  Thanksgiving!

P.S. That pic does absolutely no justice to the pile of crumbs that were actually in our pie tin and yes I know I could have mashed it out and actually made another pie crust, but she was set on it being the perfect pumpkin pie! I would never ruin that for her :)

Profanity at the Pool

I received an unexpected day off from work because of a death in the family where I work so they closed for the day. It was a much needed day off. My kids and I were excited to go do something. We took a vote on what we wanted to do, and opted to go to a local pool that houses diving boards and water slides. (Not bad for where we live. Hahaha)

            The kids and I were swimming around in the pool and then they would take turns going down the waterslides. Just simply a gorgeous day! I kept hearing some teenage boys hollering and laughing and cutting up. Acting like normal teenage boys, but then one of them decided to drop the “F” bomb and then Sh*t, and so on, and so on.  I looked that way and he just thought it was funny and let out one more after one more. This is a family establishment, if you want to cuss on your own time, then that’s your prerogative, but when my kids and other children are around. You have no right to be using that kind of language. Respect people, its all about respect!  Don’t get me wrong I cuss occasionally. I have been trying to get better, but I definitely do NOT cuss in front of my kids.

           

            I got up and went to the nearest life guard and informed him of the incident that was occurring and he said he would take care of it. He blew his whistle and asked the boys to come over. He told them they had a “No Profanity” rule at the pool and if they knew it. They commented, “Sorry, I can’t read! Hahahahahaha!” He continued to explain to them that if they were to do it again that they would be ban from the pool for the rest of the season.  Then he sent them on their way to finish playing.  He told me that if I had any more problems to let them know. (I might add here that he called me Ma’am, which made me feel really old because I’m only 26 people!!! I know that wasn’t an important fact to ya’ll, but it was definitely part of the story and I didn’t want to neglect from telling you the entire story.)

            Anyway, beside that little incident, my kids and I had a blast!  The weather was beautiful, the water was the perfect temperature and spending time with my kids on an unexpected day off=Priceless!

6 Reason Why You Shouldn’t Give Kids Sugar Before Bed.

    #6. The energy increase they seem to get is beyond ridiculous. I mean how come I can’t have that kind of energy when I eat sugar.

    #5. The delirium of pure craziness/silliness almost makes it worth it. ( I mean it does put anyone in a good mood that is around them. Seriously they laugh at anything. Example: they thought the word whip cream was drop on the floor, can’t breathe hilarious.) Why? I don’t know, but apparently when they were laughing that hard it was an infectious disease to which I caught, but that’s not the point here.

     #4. When you ask them to do something like brush their teeth they can’t seem to comprehend what you tell them because the sugar has put a bubble around them making it impossible to concentrate. So don’t plan on accomplishing much in this department.

      #3. Who knew that they could run that many circles in a living room without getting dizzy or running into eachother.  (I will mention here that they are not normally allowed to run in the house, but as previously stated by reason #4 all crap goes out the window with sugar.)

     #2.Actually trying to get them to calm down……..hahahahahaha. Yeah Right!

     #1. You can’t be that stupid J

After about 4 hrs. you should be good to go. The sugar crash has officially kicked in and you have to muster up the energy that you can and get them to bed.  Now, being I have no idea about this from any personal experience (Shhhhh….), I can honestly say I wouldn’t recommend it!

Truly a Pleasure.....Only Not So Much

You know when you are car shopping and you find a car you like,  you start seeing the car EVERYWHERE? This is like that…in no way at all. I just wanted to tell that story. What I really want to tell you about is my odd experience my kids and I had at Wal-Mart the other day.

         My kids got A and A/B Honor Roll. I told them I would get them something special for doing so well.  We had just finished picking out their Skylanders for their Wii game.  Standing in line at the checkout a lovely elderly couple offered for us to go ahead of them. Trying to teach my kids patience, I told them they were fine and we could wait, but thank you so much for the kind offer. We were moving closer to the check-out counter when a gentleman got in line behind us. I guess trying to be friendly he started to strike up a conversation with my kids. He told them his son had the same Skylander game with a bunch of the characters but that his son never played it. Well to no surprise that definitely sparked my kids interest. They started rambling about which characters did he have, and so on. We were next to check-out so I told the kids to put their stuff up on the counter. The gentleman decided he would be funny and told the kids they could pay for his jean pants he was buying, to which they replied, “NO!” (Way to go kids J) He proceeded to tell me that he worked as an electrician/plumber/something/I wasn’t paying attention and he had bent down and ripped his pants clear up his butt. Yes, I needed the explanation of why you were buying pants, and more importantly my kids needed that explanation……ummmmm not so much.

          My youngest then decided to ask, “Can I see?” I shouted extremely fast, “NO!!!!!!!” My kids then decided to tell the gentleman that my youngest had ripped his pants before and 2 girls saw his underwear. They are talking about underwear with a stranger. Why didn’t I take the offer from the nice elderly couple to checkout before them?  Can this conversation get any longer? Yes, it can. They wanted to tell him how it happened, when it happened, etc. The lady at the cash register was finally ready to check us out. I was past ready to checkout. I told the kids to come on and stop talking. Lord, please make them stop talking. The cashier handed me my receipt and we were leaving. The gentleman said, “bye it was nice to meet ya’ll.”  I kind of pretended to ignore it.  I mean seriously, it was truly a pleasure to tell my kids you ripped your pants up your ass, and then continue a conversation about underwear. No that’s not weird at all. Yes truly a pleasure.......only not so much!