Mid baking confession

I have pumpkin shaped sugar cookies in the oven right now and they are due to come out in about 6 minutes.

Somewhere inside I hate to say this. I don't know if I think it makes me a bad mother, or that I wish I were that mother that wouldn't say the following . . .

I HATE MAKING COOKIES WITH MY CHILDREN.

Maybe it's because they are 7 5 and 3. I think if I just had the 7 year old helping, I'd be ok.

And sugar cookies. THEY ARE THE WORST!

I am baking sugar cookies for the ward fall festival tomorrow. I waited until the 1 year old was napping, so I'd have less to deal with.

I had 5 year old help out with the mixing. I did OK with that. She is in charge of turning on the Kitchen Aid when I tell her to, and she does pretty well. It's when she asked to help pour in the ingredients that the tension in my shoulders started. The flour she got MOSTlY in, it was that titch that fell out onto the counter, onto her pants and bit on the floor that made me audibly growl.

But that was OK.

But now, now is the worst part. The rolling out. "mom can I help" and I want to say "Yes dear, just come over here and I'll stand behind you with the rolling pin and you between my arms standing on a chair and we'll roll together". But all I think is . .. "NNNOOOOOOOO PLEASE NOOOOOO". So far I just keep telling them . . in a minute.

While I was trying to get my pumpkins that were slightly sticking to my surface up and to the cookie tray I glanced over and saw 3 year old rolling her slices of lunch meat ham around in the flour residue with my rolling pin. GGGRRRRR.

So I cleaned that up---as much as possible. And told her she was banished. BANISHED. But she hung around and took hand fulls of flour out of my flour jar and spread it on the other half of my clean kitchen island and some on the floor for me to clean up later.

Then, I caught 5 year old licking, and I mean a slobbery kind of lick, the spatula I was using to pry up those cookies that were stuck just a little to my rolling surface. Then out of my mouth came " For Real?? would you want some other kid licking a spatula and then making cookies for us to eat?" And I got a big blank face. She probably would like it. What does she care? Just earlier she had said that she'd clean up the pretzel mess the younger siblings had made while she was at school, by eating them off the floor. and she did.

Well there is the beep. I'm off to roll more dough, and take deep breaths to lower my blood pressure.

And for those of you coming to the ward Fall Festival, I washed the spatula.

B-Fast

I was talking with some of my friends the other day and my friend said, "You make breakfast for your kids EVERY day?" I said, "yes, EVERY day". She was baffled, and said "Like what do you make?" So I told her--you know the usual, french toast, scrambled eggs, pancakes etc. etc. And she was shocked that I had time to feed my kids and that I made food every day. And she's a homey make dinner sort of person, so I was shocked that she didn't.

For example our breakfast this week was:

Monday--Homemade Buttermilk waffles, with homemade Buttermilk Syrup (I'm usually not this ambitious on a Monday but I was up at the break of dawn. And I make a double batch and freeze the extra for toaster waffles)

Tuesday--Swedish Pancakes with Strawberries and whipped cream

Wednesday--Scrambled Eggs, Toast, OJ

Thursday--Cinnamon Toast and Hot Chocolate

Friday--Oatmeal (Coach's brand--have you tried it? It's de-lish) and toast


So question is--am I Normal or abnormal? My mom always made breakfast for us, every morning. So I thought everyone did this. We do have cereal some mornings--usually Sunday, so it's not like I'm supermom. But really--what are the stats?

Going on a Date

I'm calling a babysitter.

MAC you've done it again. I'm setting a date with my husband to come your store.

Why?

MAGIC MOUSE (yes I watched the video and squealed with delight)

Do I need it? NO. Do I want it? YES

I've turned into a gadget nerd. We go on dates to the MAC store. Yes we do.

And we love it.

Not our best

My kids looked poor when they went to school today.

The only thing missing was high waters.

I kept laughing and they kept asking why.

Slap in the face

On my trip to Target this morning for diaper rash cream. I heard the news on NPR.

And the Nobel Peace Prize goes to . . .

Barrack Obama

To which I responded out loud to no one:

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FREAKIN' KIDDING ME"

He's done nothing. NOTHING.

They played the audio at the press conference. Audible gasps are heard after the announcement. Apparently I'm not the only one who thought he was undeserving.

Even the expert they were interviewing said "He has done nothing to merit this award"

Apparently, because you're THE OBAMA you get all sorts of accolades you don't deserve.

The expert noted that Europeans LOVE the Obama, but Middle America, not so much.

We all know why. Because in Middle America, you earn your rewards. You don't get International awards because of your "ideas". You have to prove yourself, and that he has not done. Even the expert said it. In fact she said the deadline for the nominations was 12 days after he was elected. 12 DAYS.

She went on to say that it is all about his Vision of Hope and Change, and that he can lead the international community to come together for peace. Let me reiterate. He had done nothing. But he "can" in theory.

Barf.

So scoot over Martin Luther King, and Mother Teresa. What did you guys ever do for Peace?

You could have saved yourselves a lot of work and time by just talking about change.

That is what we want to teach American kids. You don't have to do anything, and you can get a highly prestigious award (or what used to be).


Next up: Obama get's MTV's artist of the year award for singing along in the presidential limo. (question is will Kanye cry foul and take away his moment? hmmmmm)

The tunes of SYTYCD

I heard a song on So You Think You Can Dance last night and i loved it. But I didn't know who sang it. So I googled it. And there is a blog that tells you all the songs and the artists. And this person is on top of it. They have last night's episode up.

Check it

Oh and the song:

"Beautiful Day" Kerli

** I'm playing the song while this post is up.

For your listening pleasure.

Spending Money

I went shopping today. It got a little out of control and I didn't stick to my budget. Check it:


Some sweet duds from Modcloth:






My Matte Black with Blue rims cruiser--love it!



Oh wait, when I'm window shopping I don't have a budget!

9:00 am and a clean house

Why is my house completely clean by 9:00 a.m. including a load of laundry-washed, folded and put away? What else am I supposed to do while Hy is at the ER with Kizzy? Clean. Last night around 2 a.m. I heard crying, so I went in to her room and she was on the floor. She had fallen off the bed. So I put her back in bed, and she continued to cry--which woke up Beck. So then I told her to try to quit crying, and I held Beck for a while and tried to get him back to sleep. Then I put him down, he was still awake. And I laid down with Kiz. She'd calm down, then she'd yell out "It hurts! My Shoulder hurts!" Then she'd calm down. That was enough to wake up Hy, he came in and took her into our bedroom. Then we looked and couldn't see anything, but then he'd push on a part of her shoulder and she'd yelp out in pain, but she could move it. So the she slept in our bed and would wake up periodically and cry. So around 6:30 a.m. Hy decided to load her up and take her in.

Diagnosis: Broken collar bone

Just from falling off a normal sized bed. I guess it's not fully broken, it's bent. Random. So of course when she showed up home in her little hospital gown, I had to break out the big camera. The powershot just wouldn't do it justice.

Now isn't this just sad :(