Since Becoming A Mother: Part 1

Since becoming a Mother I have really learned a lot. I have learned that most of us women have a natural on and off switch built inside us when we have babies. Sometimes I feel like this could be a proven fact in a study. But some days I feel like I still struggle and wonder if I am doing my best. Don't we all as Mothers wonder that at times? I often sit here and wonder if I am bringing enough education into the home, God, family time, etc.

However before I had my daughter's I sit back and ponder what it use to be like. Sometimes it is honestly really difficult to even remember the past life before kids. Is that crazy? After all I did have my first daughter at the age of eighteen. Therefore I did over pass the college party stage and enter right into motherhood. However becoming a Mother it has taught me more than I will ever be able to understand. Although these are some particular habits and lessons I have learned and encountered since becoming a mother.

Since Becoming A Mother

I have learned to watch my sailor mouth.
Before I had my daughters I had a sailor mouth. For example, I would be thrilled it was Friday. I would be with my girlfriends and the words, "It's Friday bi****s. would come falling out of my mouth. Okay so would other not so nice words. PS. there is no passing judgment allowed on this blog. No one is perfect and don't tell me a curse word has never ever slipped out of your mouth ever in your life.

Now Every Friday I catch myself all excited that it's "Friday" getting in the car driving my three daughters to school in the AM. Instead now that I am a responsible Mother I now say, "Wohoo, it's Friday ladies!! Still with the same excitement. Our daughters love it and we all get pumped for the weekend. You should try it sometime. It changes the whole dynamic in the car ride to school and going into the weekends.

I have learned pony tails are the easiest and little girls love make-up.

Before I had my daughters I use to be able to spend hours in the bathroom doing my hair, applying make up, you know just experimenting. Today is a while different story. As long as my hair is down and not in a ponytail everyday my daughters are happy. I spend just enough time to splash some lose powder on my face to give some color.  If I do try to put make up on I have little girls also trying to apply lipstick, total fail. Now my mornings mainly consist of lots of snarls, long hair, pig tails and braids.

I have learned that I love naps.
What was wrong with me as a child? And worst what is wrong with my two year old who does not like taking naps now? Little does she know how much I would give to take a nap with her everyday. I'm wish now I never fought my naps now as a child. Ha ha! If only I could have an adult nap time. Maybe then I could stay up past an half hour after my daughters bed times and have some time for myself.

I have learned to love coffee and coffee creamer.
Before I had my last daughter I couldn't rationalize the thought drinking coffee because of its bitter taste. That was until I realized why adults actually drink coffee. Trying to keep up with two tittle's ones and caring for a baby at the same time was becoming exhausting. That was when I learned that coffee would become one of my best friends. My go to girl in the mornings that end in "Y". Soon after I learned that all the different varieties of coffee creamers tasted better than black coffee. Which grew into the love for Starbucks lattes.

I have learned not to be selfish.
Honestly I am not sure if this is learned or just comes naturally to most of us Mothers. For example,  I often find myself shopping for my daughters rather than myself. Since becoming a Mother I make sacrifices now that I wouldn't have thought of making before having my first daughter. Though I would not change this for the world.
                       

Helen's Eye Surgery Date: Update

The time is quickly approaching. Helen will be soon having her eye surgery. The official date has been set now for some time. January 29th. We are still waiting on the official surgery time. 

I know I haven't put much up on the blog about Helen's esotropia. Honestly ever since we have found out that she will  for surehave to have the surgery to correct the alignment in her eyes, I haven't really been talking about the situation. Most of you would probably think of that of denial. 

 In all reality it's not denial. Not that I didn't want to keep any of you informed either. I just felt more comfortable in my own bubble. Because lets be completely honest the blogging community can be harsh. Though I didn't just keep my thoughts from the blogging community I kept them from my close friends, family and my husband as well. Basically because I did not want to cry. I did not want to discuss how I felt about the surgery because I did not want to cry. I did not want to show I was nervous. I didn't want anyone to see that I was scared deep inside. That was until yesterday when I sat down by myself and the tears started to flow. I allowed myself to cry. I wrote down in my journal my thoughts, feelings and prayers. It helped a little. In all honestly not as much as it would if I were to actually open up to a human. 

Therefore this morning I opened up to my Dad. That's when I knew I couldn't hold it back and I cried like a baby because of all my fears and stresses of Helen's upcoming surgery. He then told me it's okay to cry. Which is true because we all cry.

Yes it may be an outpatient surgery but the total time of being at the hospital will be 8 hours estimated. And I do not take surgery lightly when it comes to my daughter. 

So here we go. Here is how I am feeling and this morning I cried. I let the tears flow while talking to my Dad on the phone. Boy did it feel much better than keeping myself super busy with chores trying to ease my mind. Don't worry I still finished my chores. Ha ha.

• I am nervous to see my 2 year old daughter be put under for surgery. It breaks my heart that I am almost 26 years of age and never had to be put under for surgery and she is only 2.
• I'm afraid she will not know what is going on when the day comes, the time comes. I'm am dreading the look on her face. Lord help me.
• I am dreading the actual day of surgery, the drive to the hospital.
• I am nervous I will pass while she is in the surgery room.
• I am afraid I will skip a step while she is at home in the recovery stage.
• I am stressed with the fact of making sure I still meet the needs of our two older daughters during this time.
• I am stressed while making sure everything is all set with the two older girls during the surgery day.
• I am nervous and stressed trying to prepare everyone for this big day.
• All while all this I am trying to look on the uphill of all of this. 
• Most of all I have to remind myself to be strong for Helen the day of surgery and it's okay to cry.

We would love and appreciate all of your kind words and prayers!

Sometimes Mothers Can't Cry

The last thing we want for our children is for them to be in pain or to be sick. As a mother we always want whats best for our children. And as a mother I am willing to do that distance. In face I think most of us are, even fathers.

This past weekend after we had Evalyn's follow up she had another episode. That is what I call them now when she gets sick. They seem to be in the evening and or in the middle of the night when the episodes happen. I was in shock honestly. She has been off dairy now since the first of the year and we thought we had the situation under control. Situation being with dairy and the constipation.

As I sat there in the bathroom with my daughter from 2AM till 6AM I began to feel very discouraged as a parent. My 7 year daughter knew the routine by now. She looked up at me and said with tears in her eyes, "Mom I feel like I am going to be sick for the rest of my life." As a mother at that moment I wanted to break down and cry. I wanted to lose it. But I knew I couldn't. This was my time as a mother to be strong and not show her that I was clueless, that I had no idea why she kept getting sick. That her Dr.s kept blaming it on constipation and a dairy allergy when my motherly instincts kept telling me otherwise.

Finally we were able to fall asleep on the couch around 6AM watching her favorite show which seems to help keep her mind of the pain. As the weekend proceeded I did my own research. From the medical information I gathered and the medical information I knew from constipation I called into her Pediatric office demanding for answers this time. I am blessed with a great relationship with our daughters pediatrician, but it's getting through the nurses brains on the phone that can be sometimes difficult!

Once I gave my knowledge that I had gathered and demanded answers we came to a semi conclusion. We are all to believe that our oldest daughter Evalyn has Acid Reflux. They prescribed her a prescription and I pray that it helps her start to feel better. After talking to my cousin last night not knowing she had it as a young child it was like deja vu.

Here is to hoping and praying this is our answer and our daughter start to feel better.

I Am That Mom...

Ever since I have become a mother of three I have come to conclusion that...
 I am that mom.

I am that mom who will all of a sudden break out into a silly dance move. Whether it's when we walk in the door from school, in the grocery store because I get an ounce of excitement, or we are simply having a dance party in the living room. My daughters most always laugh and giggle. Sometimes they may give me the "look." They have learned growing up with me as their mom I can be crazy but fun. I want them to learn to be able to let lose and not be to uptight. Have fun in life.

I am that mom who sings in the car while tapping my thumbs on the steering wheel. My daughter's have not complained yet. Matter of fact sometimes we break out into a mini choir. Okay not sometimes, most of the time, and I love it. Therefore our car rides are not usually on the quiet side. If you prefer a quiet carpool, we are not for you. Ha ha.

Sometimes I catch myself being that mom who says, "Because I said so."  or "It's for your own good" Don't tell me you have never ever said some sort of line like that to your children? Unless your not human. Of course those lines come as the last resort. After hours or days of explaining myself to my two and four year old why this holistic medicine that I made will make them feel better, but for some reason does not smell great. Another example from yesterday was, why snow can be good for you just like water. Over and over and over. You get my drift. Finally I was able to end that conversation by, only if it's not yellow. No questions from then on.

I'm being brave an adding a picture of me while in state of working! Ah! Working which is stay at home mom. And our lovely home under a make over. Have you ever bought a foreclosure? I don't think I will ever again.

I am that mom who does not like to sugar coat things. I'm not talking about sugar you bake with from your kitchen. I am all about preparing them for the real world. For the most part, you know age appropriate of course. I can't wait till their all old enough to volunteer with me at God's Kitchen or a food pantry. I think it's great for Children to see what it's like for other children who do not have what they do have.

I am that mom who tells my kids I love them more than you will ever know. I believe you can never tell a child you love them too much. Never hug a child too many times. Or kiss them on a check once to many. I may embarrass my oldest every morning at drop off, but deep inside I know she loves it and I need it too! How do I know my daughters are feeling the love I give them? Because they tell me all the time, out of the blue that they love me back.


What do you do as a mom that stands out?

My Four Year Old Says The Darnedest Things

The other morning as we were walking out the door to the car. My four year old daughter stops in her tracks and says to me, "Mom." Then she pauses for a quick second. "Your car is every one's car. Your have to share your car." I responded to her quickly as I was trying to rush all three girls into the car since the oldest sister likes socialize before the bell rings, "you are correct, it does seem that way doesn't it Viv" I replied.  I brushed it off because kids can say the darnedest thing sometimes and if you know our daughter Viv on a personal level she can really say the darnedest things of all four year olds.

However as the afternoon continued, I started to ponder about my daughters statement and how true it was. She truly knew what she was talking about. I mean seriously, our kids understand more than we think they do. Sometimes they are not afraid to say it how it is. And when they say it, the way of their thinking at their age is so simple. So in other words it comes out blunt. Right? Oh what the world would be like if we all expressed ourselves like an four year old. He he he.

Yet she was correct in more than just the car. As a mother my car is not just my car. It's the family car. It's the car that we take everywhere as a family. I guess you could say it's the "family" car. When your a mother not only do you end up sharing your car. You share your bathroom. I don't know about you, but my bathroom is no longer my escape. It seems to have become the meeting place. I sometimes have to share my bed as well with the little ones who come wandering in the middle of the nights scared from a nightmare. I noticed I have ended up having to share my shoe closet now with my daughters. Their just so much more fun than their own dress up shoes in their own toy room. That's okay, I remember parading around the house as a little girl in my mother's heels too. I now share my computer with my oldest daughter. It's crazy to think that she can now work a computer all on her own. Ah!!

In the end I am okay with sharing. I love that my daughters see that I share. I hope it rubs off on them someday. Although some things I would rather not share more than others of course just like my four year old, but I am only human. Some nights I would like a full nights of rest or a shower with no interruptions for once. I know that day will soon come and I will miss sharing. So for now I will be happy with Sharing and the in between sleepless nights followed by mornings buzzed on caffeine and my sweet blunt conversations with my four year old daughter who I can't wait to share these moment with her friends and boyfriend and laugh when she's older.

Have a blessed day!

Questions From You...Answered!

This week I have been working on a different style of post for my blog. I let my readers ask me question they wanted to personally know about me, our family and so on. To be honest, it was fun reading and answering your questions. It was so fun I couldn't wait to share this post with all of you. According to your questions here are the answers to the questions.

Our typical pictures...their never perfect. At least most of the time and that's what makes memories. 

1. How is it going from having one child to having two children? I felt like it was more of an adjustment compared to when we welcomed our third daughter into the world. One of my biggest concerns was making sure no one felt left out. After all I think it's a bigger adjustment for the sibling rather than parent. 
2. How is it being a stay at home mom? Being a stay at home mom is amazing. It was one of the best parenting decisions we have made so far.
3. Where do you find your craft ideas? I love pinterest. I also come up with ideas on my own a lot, or from magazines. 
4. What's your favorite thing to do to relax and have fun? First off it's hard for me to relax because I am a busy body. Although If I had to choose it would be Sunday nights after I put my daughters to bed. My mom comes over to visit and we sit with a glass of wine and just talk. 
5. What steps do you take to go green? I take little steps everywhere to go green. It started with cleaning supplies in my home. We also have a compost pile in our backyard. Over the summer we went without a trash service and completely recycled. It was a great experience with the girls. Oh yes and cloth diapers.
6. My Pediatrician just suggested that I start potty training my 16 month old. I'm not sure if its too early. At what age do you think its appropriate? and what are some tips for successful potty training? I personally think 16 months is early, but if a child id showing signs then go ahead. I never pushed my two older daughters. They knew when they were ready and they were both potty trained in two weeks at age 2. To be specific around 27 months old. 
7. Whats your favorite meal to make when you don't have time? Hmm...My favorite meal to make when I don't have much time is chicken in my crock pot. To be specific it's called Mexican Chicken. 

Mommy Braging Rights

Is it possible for a 2 year old to make her bed? It sure is! 

Every morning my youngest loves to help me make my bed. We always have a little fun with it by shaking the comforter out when we lay it out on the bed. She has always been my littlest helper around the house. 

let me catch you up a little bit with her development skills. At her recent 2 year check up in August her pediatrician mentioned that she is pretty advanced for her age. Since her appointment I kind of just shrugged it off and kept parenting the same way I have been. After all she does have two older sisters to learn from as well. That was till she started to dress herself completely head to toe. I'm talking about putting on her own shirts without a problem down to her socks and shoes with velcro. She can count have have conversations with adults too. 

Back to this morning. We continued our morning routine with playing. Later on I went into her bedroom and noticed her bed was made. Let me mention, both sisters were at school. I look at her and say, "Helen did you make your bed?" She replies, "Yup mama!" She was so excited when she told me. I was surprised to be completely honest. Then again, should I have been? After all she has been proving to us that she is advanced for her age. She did a pretty neat job for s freshly turned 2 year old.

I think I deserve bragging rights for that! Let's see if it repeats itself. 

Endometriosis aka A Stupid Disease

About a year after having our last child my body's system never went back to its original working condition. It started to draw a red flag because after having our previous two daughters my body's system's went back to working order within a couple of months. After months of odd and excruciating pains, feeling overly fatigued, menstrual cycles no longer predictable, developing anxiety, along with mood swings I finally made my way in to my Doctor. Or maybe it was the fact that one morning I literally thought I was in labor, even though I had no other signs of being pregnant. At that point I couldn't move or get out of bed.

It was at my first Doctors appointment when it was a possibility that I had a sever case of endometriosis. All the symptoms were there and not going away at all. My own mother has had it. And the typical age to start feeling symptoms is around 25 or your early 20's. Well I was 24 just turning 25, go figure.  I ended up having to see more of a specialist that deals with this sort of thing. After the visit with him I felt a deep heart ache knowing that I will have to deal with this for who knows how long. Also the fact that if we wanted a fourth child; you know try for that boy someday, our odds a very slim and having a miscarriage is a possibility. He then stated to tell me a temporarily fix is being pregnant if I were able to get pregnant, ha ha, or having the out patient surgery. We tried different ways of trying to at least control the endometriosis, but they only caused my migraines to worsen. 

That's when I choose to watch what I eat and eat as natural as possible. That seems to work for the most part along with exercising. I do notice when I am not doing either one of those my symptoms do worsen. But the symptoms were at least livable and I could put up with them as long as I followed the diet. 

Although the diet works It doesn't completely fix it. Endometriosis sometimes affects my sciatic nerve when I'm walking. Last night my abdominal cramps and pains moved into my hips leading to my thighs. I was left on my couch with such excruciating pain and trying everything in God's name to make it go away. I remember telling my husband, " I'm in so much pain in my legs I could probably stab them with a knife and not even feel it!" Not only does endo leave me bed ridden at times, having to take a quick break from walking once in a great while, it makes me sick to my stomach. There are so many ways this disease affects women. 

I dislike it and wonder sometimes why God gave it to me. But I also thank God for my blessing in disguise at age 18 soon followed by two more by age 24. If it weren't for my blessing in disguise I probably would have waited even longer to have children. Who knows then if I'd be able to have a baby in that case or the struggles I would have endured. So at the same time I frown at having to put up with endometriosis and yet smile because I was blessed with three beautiful daughters right before I was diagnosed.

How I get my Curls:Secret Revealed

Note: This is not a paid review. This is me writing on behalf of others asking how I get my curls.

Since I became a Mom I have done a few of those "mom cuts" with my hair. Before then I usually had pretty good length to my hair. I now wear my hair long since my husband finally told me after 5 years that he doesn't care for the short look. But I hate throwing my hair in a pony all the time or just wearing it down and strait.  lets just face it, sometimes us moms don't have much time for ourselves.

So I purchased the Bubble Wand. There is my secret ladies. On days when I feel like curling my hair I use my bubble wand. I can get tight or lose curls. I sometimes even leave the curls in for the next day and it gives a more fluffy and even more lose curls. The secret is out.

Have a blessed day!

First Day Of Preschool

Today was Viv's first official day of preschool. Being that she is the opposite of shy we figured the first say would be easy peasy. We were fooled. She was excited till the time actually came. The whole week prior we were pumping her up in hopes to get her excited to go. That was far from the case last night when she told me, "I'm not going without you." "I want you to stay with me the whole time." She also told us, " I will be very mad at you if you leave me there." Then the heart breaking quote of all, "I will cry!" At that moment I realized she clearly is not ready to leave me. Little does she know I am not ready for her to start school either. But of course I can't let her know that.

Fast forward to this morning. She was still adornment about not wanting to go. She literally made me help her with everything that she usually does on her own. IE: brush teeth, get dressed and so on.

Once we arrived to her school and did the routine that we will continue to do at drop off, she was not any happier. At least I did not have to force her in the classroom and she did not cry. I for sure thought she was going to so I prepared myself by chewing gum. because we all know if she would have cried, I would have! I was able to stay for a couple minutes with her till she was settled. I introduced her to another little girl in her class, hoping that would help the transition because it still wasn't going great. At one point she had raised her leg so I was blocked from leaving her. It broke my heart. I finally told her it was time for me to go and you know the mommy thing. As I looked back she just sat there so sad, but no tears. Yay sort of?

On the way home I cried like a baby. Yes I admit it. I couldn't focus on anything but wanting to pick her up. When I picked her up she had a big smile on her face. Her first words to me were, "I didn't miss you at all mommy, okay maybe a tiny bit." She proceeded to tell me it was a beautiful day and all about her first day of school. Get this, She can't wait to go back Wednesday!

So our not so great start to her first day turned out great in the end.

"We're Making Christmas Mom!"

"We're making Christmas mom!" Those are the exact words I heard from my lovely daughters. Sometimes as a parent you just cannot leave the room for a minute without kids causing mischief. Granted my girls do not cause much mischief, so when they do I am in awe at times. Maybe in awe because I just cant fathom what gives these not so wonderful ideas. Oh that's right; their imaginations. And our girls sure have huge imaginations.

The story behind the picture begins way back in all reality with our neighbor who had passed away for sometime now. He was a single older man. Let me fill you in a little first. When we first moved in our house it was in the middle of winter. Here in Michigan we sort of hibernate in our homes during winter months. It was a snowy day as I looked out our front living room window to see our neighbor in big rubber boots, a trench coat and bright orange hat. Think of the scene from the original movie, Home Alone. 

Once we finally met our neighbor we all grew close. The girls would talk to him out of their bedroom window while he let his dog outside. Our dog adored him. As for myself I felt safe knowing he was my neighbor even if his appearance might have scared me a little at first. Never judge a book by it's cover. He was a great neighbor. 

When he had his heart attack, his home went into foreclosure. The house sat for at least a year; nothing touched or moved. Yesterday the courts came and finally cleaned out the house. To be honest I was kind of okay with thing the way they were. I'm not good with change. Watching them clean out the house it hit me that its officially over. All his stuff is gone; he is really gone. 

Back to the white Christmas. The nice gentlemen who were cleaning out the house gave our girls each their own stuffed dog that use to be our neighbors. Helen thought it would be a fun idea to ride one like a pony. The neck snapped and out pored the white stuff almost like Styrofoam. Granted it did look like snow and they were acting as if it were, I was not pleased. In the moment I couldn't feel mad at them so I laughed, cleaned up the mess and explained to them I was not fond of that type of snow. 

I tell myself these are just memories. The clean up may not have been fun, but it lightened all our moods. Oh the joys of parenting. He he he.

Would you have freaked out or stood in awe then laughed like me?

What I've learned so far raising 3 girls...Part 1

Since I became a mother of 3 beautiful girls I have learned a lot. Therefore I thought I'd share with you a list I started. These are all lessons I have learned myself in my journey raising my three beautiful daughters.
                                   


Having a sister is like always having a friend to play with. Except you can scream, give dirty looks and pull hair when your mad at each other and it's okay. You will be best of friends in two seconds again.

If your missing a pair of leggings from your dresser draw, even at age 6 you can find your 4 year old sister wearing them. Yes people it starts this young! This is what happens when their 2 years apart; they can share clothes. Someday maybe they will appreciate that.

If one of them is too shy, the other one is outgoing enough to do the talking for her.

When you have 3 daughters ages 6 and under they will like playing baby dolls. Therefore you need 3 doll strollers at least 2 dolls cribs and multiple baby dolls bottles. Or El's there WILL be screaming and fighting. So sometimes buying multiples of certain toys just makes life easier for everyone and you can keep your hearing.

You will need to learn how to do hair. They will see pictures of fancy hair styles and want you to do it to their hair. You then realize a simple pony tail and braid no longer cuts it.

Speaking of hair; when it comes to brushing their long thick hair, it is not an easy task. It involves crying and time.

Sharing a bedroom is like one giant sleep over every single night. I'm starting to wonder if there is ever a night without small talk or giggling being heard. Our two younger ones share a room now. Someday we will have a 4 bedroom home! Someday.....

You think having three daughters is like playing dress up. It is till they turn 2. They then realize a sense of independence and no sense of style at all. But hey, I'm all for it if they want to dress themselves. So if you see my daughters and they DON'T match, please note they dressed themselves that morning. Ha ha ha.

When we take a trip to the store they always want those 5 dollar Polly Pockets that are at the end caps or by the check outs. Why not the 99 cent match box cars instead? Their still fun. But their not "girly" enough to catch their eyes apparently.

Girls love to help out in the kitchen. Whether its making dinner, baking muffins or preparing a snack. I love my little extra helping hands in the kitchen Now if only I could get them to be interested in cleaning the bathroom or something along those lines as well.

Telling your 4 year old daughter she cannot change her outfit more than two times a day is like speaking to an alien. She will still sneak into her room and magically come out in new outfits throughout the day.

No matter how you raise girls when their mad they are going to stomp their feet and make a grin noise. I'm starting to believe it's breaded in them. Don't tell me you never did as a kid.

At age 6 we let our oldest daughter get her ears pierced. My earrings just doubled in stock. I must admit she has good sense of style and I make her share with me.

When your out in public people will always have a comment along the lines of, "Oh my you have three daughters?!" "Your poor husband!" Best one yet was,"I was blessed with boys!" Honestly sometimes I feel like responding with some sort of smart butt remark.

We are so blessed to have three daughters and I wouldn't change it for the world!!

Too be continued...

Stuffed Spinach Chicken (recipe)

Last week I wanted to make a new meal for dinner that I haven't tried yet. As a mother of three it's a little daring to do so. It could both ways. I could get great compliments or Disgusting look on their faces as they take the first bite. Of course as a mother who slaved in the kitchen I'm hoping for the compliments so I don't feel like I wasted food and my time.

I wanted to make stuffed chicken, so I searched all over Pinterest for the perfect recipe. I couldn't find a recipe that stood out so I incorporated a few ingredients from a few different recipes. And thrilled to say my daughters loved it. They ate it all and said I can make it for dinner again in the future. Good thing, because I loved it too.

Here is the recipe I made into my own...

Stuffed spinach chicken

Ingredients it calls for
Large skinless chicken breasts
Mozzarella cheese (shredded)
Parmesan cheese (shredded)
Fresh spinach leaves
1 or 2 eggs
flour and shake n bake
Toothpicks

How to prepare
Preheat oven to 350
Chop the spinach leaves.
In a bowl I add the mozzarella and Parmesan cheese with the chopped spinach leaves
Use a separate bowl for the egg. (Beat the egg)
In another bowl I add the flour and shake n bake. (Could probably use just flour but the shake n bake gives more flavor.)

Slice the chicken breast open half way like a bun.
Beat the heck out of the chicken breast.
Add the spinach mixture in the chicken and fold over the other half of the sliced chicken breast.
Take  couple toothpicks to close the chicken along the open edge.
Dip the chicken into the egg.
Dip the chicken into the flour mixture.
Lay in a glass pan.
Once they are all in the glass pan throw some shredded cheese over the top .
Cook in the oven for about 45 minutes.

A sneak peak at the new button coming soon!

Do You Remember These?!

As Evalyn walks in the door when she gets home from school she says, "Mom I have a present for you!" I love getting presents from my daughters. Whether it's a picture they colored, paper they cut up, anything with their creation and thought put into it. As she grabbed the present out of her backpack, I noticed it was wrapped in regular white computer paper. I think to myself,"Hmm, she must have made something for me during her choice time, as she usually does."  She was so excited to give it to me that she opened the present herself. I gasped with the "aw I love it" when I saw what it was! As she handed it over to my hands it reminded me of art when I was in elementary school so many year ago. As I'm showing her my true excitement of receiving this special gift that I will forever keep; I flashback to when I made them for my mom and dad. I now have one from my daughter sitting on my own dresser with my rings or ear rings relaxing in the beautiful handmade clay pot.

It's Raining Leaves!

It's raining leaves, as my three year old daughter calls it! As October fades away the leaves are now falling off the trees. As I have become an adult, enjoying the color of  leaves changing doesn't seem to last long! Before I know it, it's raining leaves and the trees are becoming bare. As a parent, I feel I can get caught in our hectic schedule's easily. Therefore this year I made sure we were more involved as a family and enjoyed the fall season. Of course, trying to make it last as long as possible.

Our lovely backyard. Well part!

Thursday we hit in the high 70 degree temperatures. We took advantage and enjoyed a nice walk. That's not normal for Michigan. We were then quickly reminded that it's the end of October with high of 49 degrees the next day, eek! Although, us Michiganders are not surprised. We joke that our weather can change in a snap of a finger. 

With our sudden change in temperature, we started off our chilly Saturday making pumpkin shaped rice krispie treats. As I mentioned in previous posts, we love baking in the kitchen. 

Picture does not do justice. 

Rice Krispie Treats

Ingredients

6 cups of rice krispie cereal

1 10 0z. bag of the big marshmallows. You may use 4 cups of small marshmallows too!

3 Tablespoons of butter.

A pumpkin cookie cutter.

Directions

1. Melt the butter in a pan, add marshmallows and slowly melt.

2. In a separate bowl ad the rice krispies and the marshmallow mix together and stir. 

3.Put into any size pan you choose, I usually use a 13x9

4. I use wax paper to evenly flatten out the treats, then start cutting them out with the pumpkin cookie cutter!

Have a blessed weekend!!

Cranky Skirts!

Oh my,there were some cranky skirts today in this home! I would say cranky pants but, being a house full of girls minus my poor husband I felt cranky skirts fit better. Have you ever heard the phrase "cranky pants"? I never did till I met my husband, and he called me it one time! We all have just been on the edge today, that's for sure. It first running behind dropping Evalyn off to school. I should know whenever that happens, it's not going to be a good day by now! And how come whenever your running behind, you always seem you get stuck behind a slow car?!  Only to follow them to Evalyn's school, seriously?! The morning goes on and Vivian thinks she needs 3 different breakfasts. This is not a gourmet restaurant, I am mom. That did not make her happy; therefore threw off her day. Now I start getting her "mean face" along with, "you made me sad!" Shes our strong willed child and will push every button like she did today. So today involved crying children, fighting sisters, unhappy baby with diaper rash, not to mention they all have colds!

    I kept telling myself a nice glass of wine and some blog therapy will be lovely once the girls are in bed. Did that happen? Nope! Once the girls were all tucked in their beds, 20 minutes later Helen wakes up screaming. Ugh, I guess some days as a parent you don't get those breaks. Then surely enough walks out the middle child. Not to mention my husband was out picking me up panera. I was going to treat my evening with wine, panera and blogging. Trying to at least enjoy my panera with a fussy 14 month old a 3 year old who won't go to bed, I couldn't help anymore but do the mommy breakdown cry and went to our bedroom. I don't do this often, so my husband new I must have had a rough day.

  In the end, I ended up eating my semi warm panera on my bed in peace. Not how I planned it, oh well. My husband put the two girls back to bed for me, and now I writing this blog post! But you get these days with a house full of girls; can we say mood swings?! Lets pray tomorrow is a much better day for all of us, and for my husbands sanity!