Pretty pretzels

My "cooker helper" and I made these just for fun. I think she had more chocolate on her face than on the pretzels but they turned out cute. I dipped some for the boys with their favorite football team colors too.

All you need:
Chocolate chips (I used white)
Pretzel rods
Sprinkles

My Helper

People have asked me over the past few years if there was a big difference in having boys and then having a girl. I was pretty convinced that after two boys I was going to be a "boy mom" so when we found out that we were expecting for the 3rd time I just knew it was going to be another little monster boy. How excited was I to find out that I was getting a little girl?! Don't get me wrong, I would have been just fine with another boy but I was pretty tickled having a girl. Up until recently there wasn't much difference in having a boy versus having a girl. When they are newborns they all pretty much just sleep, poop and pee. And they all smell soooo good (except the poop part of course). Then when she became a toddler, with the exception of her distinct fashion sense, she was just like the boys too. Getting into stuff, climbing, throwing fits, etc. There has been one distinct difference though. She's the first one to grab a chair from the table and push it up to the counter. She is always ready and willing to be my helper. Now, I'm not sure if this has anything at all to do with being a girl or not but I'm going to say it is. The boys could care less about standing in a chair, watching cookie dough go round and round by the mixer. Kenly would stand there all day! All I have to do is mention I'm going to bake cookies and here she comes, pushing a chair twice her size. The boys just want the final product, the cookies.

So if you ever get homemade cookies from our house be warned that more than likely she licked the spoon and then stirred with it again. But more than likely, the boys will have eaten them all so you don't have to worry.

Christmas Bush

This is one of my all time favorite Christmas memories. It's from 2006 when I was pregnant with our second child. The following story is the one I sent wrote to my friends and family via email that year. I didn't have Facebook or a blog "back then".  I hope it brings you some joy as it does me each year.

Before looking at the attachment please read the story first. It'll make more sense....



As many of you know, Tyron, Taylor and I went to the mountains ofHillsville, VA for Thanksgiving with some friends. While we were there we picked a big, pretty tree to cut down and take home. It's the biggest tree we've ever had and since we have tall ceilings in our house now it worked out great. Our only problem when we set it up was the fact that it leaned slightly which drove Tyron crazy. This past Saturday it was leaning quite a bit so we thought we would just fix it when we got home from Mike's Farm in Jacksonville. When we got home Tyron, Taylor and I went to the front yard before going inside to admire the lights that Tyron had worked on all day on the outside of the house. It was truly a Grisald moment. He plugged them in and I heard an orchestra playing in my head. It was chilly outside so Kayla and Hannah (Tyron's 7 and 8 year old nieces) went inside. Hannah came out and said "Um, Aunt Stephanie, your tree fell over". I chuckled the entire time we stood the tree back up and threw all the decorations back on it.Tyron grumbled. So it was nice and straight and there was our big beautiful tree again. So Sunday morning I get up around 6:30 to let the dog out and then hop back into bed with my sleeping beauties (Tyron and Taylor). Around 7:20 we hear what sounds like a war in our living room and yes, the tree fell again only in the other direction toward the coffee table and couch. We must have over compensated when we stood it back up the night before. Anyway,Tyron jumps out of bed and says "THAT'S IT! IT'S GOING TO THE DUMP!" Taylor opens his eyes and says "what in the world?" We stand it back up and at this point I'm not chuckling but Tyron is and we pull everything off the tree.Tyron takes it to the back yard and calls his friend who has borrowed his chainsaw. His friend comes over to bring it and I'm thinking he'll just take care of it after church. Not exactly! While I'm taking a shower and getting ready for church he fires up the chainsaw and cuts the tree...FROM THE TOP!!! Since all this happened while I was in the shower I had no idea until we got in the car and he told me. I thought he was kidding but he really wasn't. When we got home he brought it in while I was making lunch and called me into the living room to hold it while he tightened the stand. My mouth fell open and then all I could do was laugh like a hyena. I laughed so hard I cried and my face and ribs hurt. So let me give you a visual....here is a tree that the stem was cut from the top and so there are branches going over the stem which should be the point. Tyron gets his pruning shears and starts wacking....again. When he's finished our tree looks like the singing bush on the Three Amigos. So yes, we're keeping the tree/bush and it will go down in history for us. Now, feast your eyes on this....




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The Journey? The Destination? Both?

I heard myself say the old cliche to my kids in the car tonight "It's not the destination, it's the journey". Did I really just say that?! I'm so old. Anyway, as all well laid plans mine didn't happen exactly the way I had imagined it.

My public speaking professor at the community college is also the theatre/drama teacher at a high school about an hour away from my house. I work thirty minutes further than that sooooo, I left work at 5:00, got home at 5:30 and left again at 6:00 with a friend (and fellow class mate) and all three of my kids to go see a play that my professor's high school students were performing that started at 7:30. I have been telling my kids for weeks that we were going to see James and the Giant Peach live and in person.

So we head out and I actually even say as we are approaching the gate...oh, I forgot the mention this high school is on a military base...so we are approaching the gate and I'm like, WOW, WE'RE 45 MINUTES EARLY. In my simple brain I was thinking we'll pull up, the man in camo will look at a clipboard and say THANK YOU MRS. MANN, YOU CAN PULL FORWARD. Not exactly. Instead he says that I need to pull over to the little building three lanes over and get a pass. OK no biggie.  I walk in confidently holding my state issued driver's license and the man says he doesn't even know of a play on the base and there is no list with your name on it and I wasn't going on base without a sponsor.  I'm like OK WHAT?! So, as my friend and my kids are sitting in the car I return with the bad news. These two mommas weren't giving up without a little fight. We get our professors number and call him. No answer. She texts him. No reply. We SOOOO deserve extra credit!!

I'm not sure which one of us thought of it but if all we needed was a "sponsor" then all we'd have to do is ask someone in camo to help us out. So, she hops out of the car and asks a man who was obviously a marine (he was in camo) if he'd sponsor us since all we wanted to do was take the kids to a play. He agreed. YAY! Well, until she goes inside and the lady tells her she needs my vehicle registration. OK easy enough. Here she comes again running through the parking lot as our "sponsor" patiently waits inside for her to return with proof of insurance. Seriously?! I don't have a car insurance card! It's printed on my registration for goodness sake!

Now we are just about to pull away and go home when Kenly says she needs to potty. So I take her in and they see me with one child. We go back to the car and still no word from our professor which is understandable considering his production is supposed to be starting. Just when I think we've been defeated I think surely the people working in there will have some sort of sympathy for ALL THREE kids! So I say BOYS, YOU NEED TO POTTY TOO, RIIIIIIIGHT?! Of course, they are like NOOOO. So I drag them in the little building anyway and as we go in a man that works there that had witnessed our failed attempts asked what our scoop was. I give him the story and he says LET'S SEE WHAT I CAN DO.  I'm telling you, it was the kids! Hook, Line and Sinker! After some brief interrogation and getting my insurance information from the insurance fairy on the phone, we got our pass.  Can I get an AMEN?!?!

Our next little problem was directions to the school. After all that, we had neglected to ask where the school was. We eventually found a gas station where a lady directed us to the school.  We started out 45 minutes early and ended up being 20 minutes late.  At this point I think is when the kids were grumbling about not being there yet. Our journey was an adventure that I never would have expected. And our destination was well worth it.

Gilly

I don't know if it's just me but there are certain shows that I can watch that no matter what kind of mood I'm in will make me laugh my butt off and I feel better. Saturday Night Live is that show for me. Our DVR box is always full of my husband's latest ghost obsessed show and at least one episode of SNL. In the last few years Kristen Wiig has been doing a skit as a naughty school girl named Gilly. I'm telling you, I laugh like a hyena when that skit is on. I don't know what it is but it just kills me! So today I was on a field trip with Taylor and his 3rd grade class. We were outside and it was a foggy, drizzly, dreary day. I let Taylor wear my hoodie and I snapped a picture of him as we were walking around. I instantly thought of Gilly.

See the resemblance?