Parental Nightmares

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At some point, every parent has that nightmare that one day their toddler will wake up before they do and destroy the house while their still blissfully sleeping.  It happened years ago once with Nathan.  I woke up to him smashing a carton of eggs one by one onto the kitchen floor, giggling as he dropped each one.  Have you ever tried to wipe up a dozen eggs at seven in the morning?   

Today I experienced an awful deja vu.  I had an instant panic attack the moment I woke up to an empty bed and an opened bedroom door.   (The fact that he still sleeps with us is a whole other post.)  Nevertheless, I instantly ran down the stairs knowing good and well it wasn’t going to be a pretty sight.

Sure enough, this is what I saw…
My naked toddler trying to crawl underneath our coffee table, which happened to be covered in water and about one half of the contents from our silverware drawer.  He held a gleaming silver object in his hand which he excitedly asked me, “What’s dis!!?”

Me:  “That’s a nutcracker, baby.” 

I can’t shake off the irony there.  Nude boy holding a pair of nutcrackers.  That’s just funny stuff!

Me:  “Where are your clothes?”

Scout:  “—-rakdhf;hsldkja”  just a bunch of ramble.

Me:  “Alrighty, then.”
I looked around the living room, dining room, and kitchen with no results.  This could only mean one thing—He managed to break through all baby proofing and slip into the bathroom.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself. 

Yep.  There sat his clothes in a pile, dirty diaper in the floor, drawers opened and their contents emptied onto the floor.  And pee pee all over the toilet.

His morning was certainly full adventure!  And my morning was full of cleaning!

The day didn’t get any better, btw.  The babies managed to break into the upstairs bathroom while I was cooking my breakfast.  I found my very expensive—I can only afford once a year—facial powder spilled onto the floor.  Mascara—gone. 

Then I had the splendid idea to take all three kids to Wal-Mart to pick up five things.  “It will be a quick trip!”  I assured myself.

hahahahahaha!  That is the laughter coming from the cosmos. 

I pulled into a jam packed parking lot, and every instinct I have told me to turn around and go home.  But I didn’t listen.  I obviously felt that herding three chickens inside a store during a holiday week was the best idea I had all year.  One hour later, I emerged from the store doors. 


I was done with motherhood by the end of the night.

Dresser Re-Do

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Okay.  I re-did this dresser during the summer and I must say that I am quite pleased with how it turned out.  Obviously, we had to replace a couple pieces of wood, but for the most part, it was an easy DIY project.  It took me about two days. 

As for the knobs, I ordered the nautical themed knobs from Amazon and the top two were original to the dresser.  I just wrapped them in twine that I purchased from Michaels craft store. 

I tried my best to take good pictures of it for you guys, but the lighting just wasn’t filtering into the kids room.  They have one tiny window to let in light and I rearranged this dresser all over their room to capture the best lighting I could.  That’s life as an amateur photographer who tries to work with natural lighting!

Alright, I’m off to the kitchen to start prepping for dinner tonight.  The kids will be waking up from their nap any minute.  —Scratch that.  I hear their little footsteps prancing around upstairs.  They’re up!

Buh bye!

Sloppy Joe’s

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Don’t feel like cooking but you have to anyway?  Yeah.  That’s how I feel most days, too.  For those particular evenings, I reach for my handful of really easy recipes that can satisfy my hungry mob on any given night.  My sloppy joe is one of those meals.  It only takes, maybe, twenty minutes to make. 


You know, I don’t think there is a single American household that hasn’t made it at least once, if not a gazillion times.  It’s just that good.  And that easy.  So yeah…stash this recipe somewhere and make it soon.  It’s gooood.  I promise.


If you’re in need of some other quick dinners, then this one should do the trick.  It’s one of my most pinned recipes.  click here and here for others.



1 teaspoon celery seed

1/2 teaspoon paprika

1 1/2 teaspoons dried basil

2 teaspoons of sugar

1/4 teaspoon of cumin

1 teaspoon of onion powder

1 Tablespoon of Worcestershire sauce

3 oz of tomato paste

8 oz tomato sauce

1 can of petite diced tomatoes

1lb. hamburger meat, cooked

pinch of salt & pepper



In a medium skillet, brown your meat, and drain the fat.  Then add the tomato paste, diced tomatoes, and sauce.  Stir well. 

Next, add all other ingredients.  Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to a simmer.  Simmer for a few minutes, stirring frequently, until the mixture has thickened.

Serve warm on toasted buns!

**Here is just a tip:  I once left out the Worcestershire sauce because I didn’t have any on hand, and you tell the difference.  So if you had to leave out an ingredient, make sure it isn’t that one!**

Reads & Knits

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I was caught in that situation again, where I place a hold on all of the books I want to read at the library, and then they all arrive at the same time.  I always feel rushed to read them when this happens.  One book is mine and I recently finished it.  Bubba is now reading it and finds it as enjoyable as I did.


Here is the list of the books:

The Dirty Life

French Kids Eat Everything

Jesus>ReligionFinished/great book to read

The White Queen 

I am almost finished with, The Dirty Life; I just started the, French Kids Eat Everything; I’m about a quarter of the way in on, The White Queen.


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As for my knits, I finally finished with The Big Easy.  I should have finished it a long time ago, however, I must live in the craftiest state in the U.S., because every time I trudged to the stores to find the needle sizes, they were always sold out.  It drove me nuts.  I finally ordered them online, and once they were in, I finished it that same day.  Easy peasy.  If you’re looking for a simple knit, I highly suggest this one.  My only complaint is that my son’s head is obviously much larger than an adult female because it sits much tighter on his head than mine.  I really thought it would be kind of slouchy on his head.  Oh well, he loves it and has worn it everyday since I finished it.  That’s all that really matters!


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Linking up with Ginny at Small Things.

Forgetting Susan

I had written this very long soliloquy inside my mind that was intended to be posted here, but with each passing day, I put it off to the side and mulled on it instead.  Now, here I am, two days past the actual day I wanted to reference to begin with.  A writer’s procrastination;  Nothing new.
This is sounding like a much bigger deal than it really is, so I’ll just state what has been on my mind this month.   You see, November 10, 2010, my first novel was published.  I signed a three year contract with a small publishing company who had accepted my query letter & manuscript.  It was a thrilling day, full of possibilities in the future.  It was the beginning of my writing…career?  endeavor?  Whichever. 
But, if you did the simple math, then you may have already assumed that the book, is no longer being published.  In that case, your assumptions are correct.
For the last few months, I’ve wondered what I should do now.  Do I write another book?  Should I spruce up Forgetting Susan,  and attempt to have it published by one of the big six publishing companies?  The process of finding a literary agent again…I don’t want to even think about it.  Literary agents should be outlawed.  That’s all I have to say about it.
I have a lot I want to say about this book.  Like how I never really wanted to promote it.  Maybe it is the writer in me, but after I sat down and tried re-reading my own book after it was published, I became mortified.  I wanted to change or omit something from every page.  I wanted to take the book and lock it away in the attic for safe keeping from the public. I think the story itself is good, it is my writing that makes me shudder!!  Practice, practice, practice.  I should have practiced my writing skills more before I attempted to write a book…or at least before trying to have it published.  I have no idea how it managed to become published, but I figure it is just want God wanted for me at the time!
So.  What should I do?  My husband still thinks this book is awesome, (thanks babe) and wants me to pursue it further.  I just don’t know if I have it in me.  Building an audience is hard, and I don’t have the extra dollars right now to put my name out there.  Know what I mean? 
Okay.  Even with all that I’ve said, I will be joining eleven other local authors at the county library to showcase/sell our books, and engage with the public.  Even though my book is no longer being published, I still have a lot of promo books on hand that can either be sold or given away.  I haven’t decided yet.  I think I should give them away, but that is just my nature.  My husband says, sell!  We’ll see.
Thanks for listening! 

// 32

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I was just getting used to my twenties when 30 happened.  Now, I’m 32, and I’m three doors away from knocking on my mid-thirties.  It feels weird. 
I spoke with confidence when I turned 30 & 31, but this year, I realize I’m just getting older.  
Where I once grabbed my best girls for a night out to shut down the bars, I now capitalize on getting a day off from motherhood, chores, and wifely duties.  Life’s conundrums at its best. 
Moving on…
// I think that most of the pictures here are pretty self explanatory, however, I want to elaborate on the first one.  You know, the one with the birthday cake.  I’m the baker in this house, and therefore, I’m the birthday cake maker.  I make everyone’s cake, from scratch, and with love every year.  Even my own. 
But this year, my husband was insistent on making my cake.  My husband is a terrible baker.  He’ll admit it.  Nevertheless, he had to bake it.  Obviously, it was a coconut cake, my favorite.  I have my Great Aunt Beth to blame for it.  She made this Easter bunny cake one year when I was a kid, that had coconut layered on it to act as fur.  It was love at first bite.  I never knew frosting, cake, and coconut could mingle like that, but they do, and thank heaven for it!  I bake it once a year, every year, on my birthday.  (Before I baked, I bought it.) 
So, Bubba rose early, strapped on my apron, (kidding) and dirtied up the kitchen.  Always a good sign.  Later that evening, after all the candle fire jokes ceased, and happy birthday was sung, my husband using our daughters name by mistake, I blew out my candles in one breath.  
(Coconut flakes flew everywhere.  When you have that many candles, you have to blow pretty hard.) 
Then came the moment of truth.  Did the cake taste good?  He anxiously waited for my first bite. 
It was awful.  It was written all over my face.  Not in total disbelief, he took a bite himself.  He nodded his up and down, swallowed and then said, “Yep.  That is totally disgusting.” 
Bless his heart though.  It was in the right place. Haha!  He tried making me a cake from a box the next day to make it up to me, but he ruined that one, too.  He finally gave up and bought me a delicious coconut cupcake from the bakery. 
At least he tried.   
Linking up with Mary Beth at Annapolis and Company.