So Let it Be Written!

Can it just be said that you are not a monster if you feed your kids macaroni and cheese once in a while? Where is it written that a kid is going to be obese and die of cancer if he/she eats powdered cheese and noodles?

Geez.

Sometimes I read things that mothers write and I just want to tell them to get off it. Am I the only one here?

That being said.....

Today we enjoyed some delicious Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and I must say it was delightful, for both the boys and myself. I fix it once in a while and we all love it.

So there.

Doesn't this boy look like a little macaroni and cheese does a body good? I thought so.

On another note, I've been hearing a lot of this for the past week: "MOOOMMM! Wipe my nose please please wipe-a-nose please MOM!!!!!!" Followed by a shrill shriek because snot is running down his face and burning his little raw, red, Hitler-style, nose-wipe mustache.

Tissues litter my house. Snot is everywhere.

Exhibit A:

Know what that is? My couch cushion with snot wiped on it. Gross.

Please don't be jealous of how glamorous my job is.

Oatmeal Lovers

Apparently I'm breeding oatmeal lovers.

This morning Clark enjoyed his breakfast oatmeal with raspberries and honey, in his own bowl, with his own spoon. He made a bit of a mess getting the spoon from bowl to mouth, and then drank all the last bits of oatmeal.

I've been subjecting my family to all kinds of food madness lately. Tofu parmigiana, lentil soup with turkey sausage... you know, I like to experiment. The best part? Travis turns his nose up when he finds out what's in it, then they all scarf it down like they haven't eaten in days.

Hurrah!

Cuppy-Cakes

Today I woke up with Wednesday slums. Drama had a hard night, and dragging myself out of bed this morning was torturous in nature.

Going on a run? Yeah right.

I did manage to go on a nice run/walk just to get myself and the boys out of the house before the rain came.

Then home.

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......

I know!

Cupcakes!

What is better than rich, chocolate cupcakes made from scratch with butter-cream frosting? Not many things.

However, I had no cocoa and I wasn't about to go to the store.

So.

Cake mix and frosting from a tub?

YAAAAYYYY!

I won't post a picture of myself stuffing cupcakes in my mouth but you can imagine...

The goal now is to not eat ALL of them before Travis gets home.

Boop. Bip.Weekend!

It was a happenin' weekend for the Fonnesbeck family.

To start out with, Travis got a new job! (wooooo! the crowd goes wild)

Friday Trav and the boys headed to his family's farm to do some work. I had signed up for a sewing class with my Mom on Saturday morning so I stayed home.

Alone on a Friday night, I did what any married mother of two would do.

I went to Barnes & Noble and looked at gossip magazines and interesting books and all the little fun things in the store.

I lounged in their cushy chairs and absorbed the pure, unadulterated silence.

I didn't have to say, "Don't touch!" "SHHH!" or hiss "Brenner where are you?!" in the bookstore. Nope, just me, books, and silence. Joy!

Then I headed to Bajio, since Travis never wants to go there, and ordered the shrimp tacos. Yum. If you haven't tried them, do yourself a favor, and don't even think about ordering just one. To top things off, while I was there I was hit-on and asked for my number, which is always a confidence boost for a girl. I politely told him I was married and made him feel like a total idiot- also refreshing.

Saturday I spent the whole day with my Mom doing fun mother-daughter things. We went to the sewing class, which proved to be very informational. We ate out twice, went to a movie, bought some things, and got some amazing ice cream. To say we had a great time is an understatement.

After 9:00 church, we all took a 2 hour nap. Joy! That never happens.

Then we came up with the brilliant idea to longboard down the hills of Lincoln road. Of course I'm a ninny and wanted to see Travis do it first. He geared up and we headed out. Here are the results:

Brenner was practically having a seizure from excitement and I was practically having a seizure from worry. I kept telling him "Ok please don't break your arms, you start your new job tomorrow. Tuck and roll. Tuck and roll!"

He actually kinda crashed at the bottom, but no harm done besides some grass stains. Again, joy.

Afterwards we went home and cut Drama's hair way too short and now he looks like he should be going to basic training.

Somewhere in the mix, I dropped my third child, also known as my unicorn, white-lightning, or, my iphone. (booo! jeers from the crowd)

The glass shattered, but because of sheer awesomeness and commitment to it's fabulous owner, it is still intact and it still works. We've ordered a replacement for the glass that should be here soon, which brings me to the next event:

Our mailbox got stolen.

Whah?

Yes.

Travis woke up early to go to work and sent me a text that said "Our mailbox is gone."

I had to see it for myself. I should take a picture but I'm too lazy, so I'll describe. We had a plain, black, metal mailbox on a black metal stand. The mailbox was/is anchored in a cedar container full of sand and rocks. So basically... not that cool or special, just your standard boring mailbox. apparently very enticing to ruffians and the like. So the stand is the kind that has two pieces; the bottom piece is anchored to the ground/bucket, and the top piece holds the actual mailbox. So this is what happened: Someone came in the night, lifted the mailbox off the stand, and took off with it. All the other mailboxes on the street were untouched. I feel slightly harassed, but if I knew the hooligans that did it I wouldn't turn them in to the police or anything. My choice for their redemption would be to replace the mailbox and then mow my lawn all summer. Simple.

Oh and on my child-less Friday night I created a tablecloth genius masterpiece, but that's a post for another day.

I hope your weekend was as fabulous and eventful as mine.

Ode to My Late Night Snack

Dear Reese's Puffs,

You look a lot like dog food, and I must admit, when I first saw your brightly colored box, I was revolted. However, I was introduced to your sweet, whole-grain goodness and I will never turn back.

In the morning, I run 4 miles of windy, hill-laden road.

In the afternoon I eat oranges and apples and jump on the trampoline with my boys.

For dinner, I make home-made pizza on the grill, sneaking in veggies and spinach and the like.

In the evening I go to the gym and boss people around, telling them to work out harder, longer, and more effectively.

I do all these things, and then..... after the children are in bed......

I cuddle up to a bowl (or two) of Puffs. Perfect day? Nearly.

Ice cream? No thanks. Candy? Nah.

I'll take my snack with milk, in a bowl, with the largest spoon I can find.

I know you readers are skeptical.

I know.

Try it.

I've already converted a few.....