Thursday, May 27, 2010

If you think Rice Krispy Treats are too childish...

...then you need to make them like this:

Then the simple combination of marshmallows and cereal will become a sweet, chewy addiction.  I would know, because I have made 5 or 6 (but who's really counting) batches of these babies in the last two weeks.  It might be the extra butter that makes them so wonderful, or the added peanut butter, or possibly the addition of white and milk chocolate...I don't know, but whatever it is, you need to trust me on this one.

Here is what you need:
in microwavable bowl combine-
30 large marshmallows (my kiddos love to help count!)
1/4 C peanut butter
4 TBS butter
Microwave together for three minutes, stirring after each minute.

When it's done, add:
 3 C of Rice Krispies
1/2 C white chocolate chips...don't leave them out, they kind of melt into the mixture and make for a fun, creamy texture.

Press into a greased 9 x 9 inch pan, then drizzle 1/4 C melted chocolate chips over the top.

Put them in the fridge for a bit...or the freezer if you are like me and can't wait that long!

Enjoy!

Oh, and you should all hop on over to my darling mom's foodie blog to see her version of the recipe, along with some other fabulous treats!  (Oh, and I stole these great pictures from her blog...there is  definitely something to be said about a decent camera and good lighting!)

Sunday, May 23, 2010

And then he turns into a man...

As I was browsing through the clearance racks at Target, I stumbled on this adorable little suit.  It was the only one on the rack, and just Jack's size.  Upon gazing at the price tag, I knew it was meant to be...only $6.24!


When I dressed him for church today, I couldn't believe how old he looked...


Such a hansome young fellow...

Wouldn't you agree?

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Proof...

I know I have gone on and on about Bianca and her obsessions with shoes, purses, clothes, and anything "pretty".  I have also mentioned that not getting her way when it comes to an outfit results in a tantrum...for like 30 minutes. 

You all probably think I exaggerate about this girl and her pretty things.

I don't.

I wish it was all a gross exaggeration in an effort to make a good blog.

It's not.

And now I have proof for you.  Here is a video to give you a little taste of what we experience in the name of fashion AT LEAST once a day at this house. 

This is a fairly mild tantrum...there wasn't any hitting or biting involved, and I was able to get those sparkley shoes on her within about 15 minutes.

Enjoy!

Oh, and don't mind the shabby looking blanket hanging with tacks over the window...Jackson thought the blinds that were there doubled as a jungle gym. That turkey. They have been removed :)

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Sometimes, being a good mom means...

...letting your vivacious two year old wear whatever she wants.  Even if it means she wears a massive tutu, purple shirt, red bracelet, and giant flower in her hair. 


Because when she gets to wear whatever she wants, the little treasures she finds outside are more exciting...


She can run even faster...


And dance even crazier...


It's easy being a good mom to Jack, because all it takes is giving him free reign to squish every bug and spider he can find...


Then not only will he be the happiest boy around, but will also be kept busy for hours.


I sure love being a good mom.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Pink, sparkles, purses, and shoes...

Well folks, it looks like Miss Bianca will have a sister to share shoes and purses with...heaven help this household if we have another little gal who is as girly as Bianca.  I have a feeling I am going to need  A LOT more pink sparkley purses!

We couldn't be more excited about the news.  I was secretly hoping for a girl just so we could take the name "Fox" out of the running.  If this baby was a boy, scott was dead set on that name for his son.  

Yikes.

And, for all of you wondering how this baby belly is progressing...

Here I am.

In all my glory.

.At  21 weeks. 
(they pushed me back a couple weeks at my last appointment. ugh, I hate that)