The last few weeks have not been so blissful. A comedy of errors led to some serious inconveniences for us. Andy and I both lost our wallets which sent us into an involuntary seriously strict budget. It's amazing how crafty you get in the kitchen when you've needed to grocery shop for a week but have no means of paying for said trip! The babies are still teething and waking one bazillion times at night. Davis is so close to walking that I have a mini heart attack about 75 times a day as he tumbles to the ground. He doesn't even cry anymore- tuck and roll baby, tuck and roll.
It's been awhile since I shared a poop story. This is one for the books. The other day, Carson pooped in the toilet. He has recently started wiping himself (with about a 5% success rate) so I try to give him his privacy in the bathroom. Later that day, I noticed the toilet scrubber (what the hell is that thing really called?!) in the trash can. I didn't think anything of it, assuming it got put there on accident. The next day, it's mysteriously quiet all through the house. This is a catch 22 for me. Do I go check and risk them playing happily then seeing me and wanting me to pick them up? Or do I pretend that I don't have three boys under three and assume that they're quietly reading books together while sipping on tea? I went with the first assumption and went and checked on them. Carson was happily playing in his room and didn't notice me as I tip toed by to find the babies. They were in the bathroom. Davis had found the toilet scrubber in the trash can and I suddenly realized WHY it had been put in the trash can. As I piece together this horribly smelly situation in my head, here is what I come up with...
1. Carson poops.
2. Carson uses too much toilet paper. The toilet won't flush.
3. Carson uses the toilet scrubber to try to jam his poop down the toilet.
4. Carson covers the scrubber in poop, fears for his life and throws it away.
5. Mom doesn't think such a thing would happen because she isn't a boy and would never fathom such an event.
6. Davis and Jack enter the bathroom and go for their favorite "empty the bathroom trash" activity.
7. Davis finds the poop covered scrubber. Thinks it resembles a paint brush.
8. Davis paints the toilet, bath tub, himself AND his brother in shit.
9. Mom notices it's quiet and comes to find them. Mom wishes she never had kids.
My bathroom still smells extremely foul. I've cloroxed the shit (literally) out of it and it still smells in my opinion. Needless to say, Carson has lost wiping privileges. Forever.
So... how do you transition from a poop covered bathroom to delicious home baked snacks? You don't? Well, I do.
During the poop scandal of 2014, I was happily in the kitchen making some delicious homemade snacks. Like I said, I had to get real crafty when we had to cancel our entire financial existence for about a week. I've gotten to a new level of crazy. This week, we (you know, me and my SUPER helpful sous chefs) made graham crackers, cheese crackers, freezer waffles and peanut butter protein balls. Good Lord. I will never buy boxed of any of those items again. I'm becoming that mom. And my thighs are living proof. I promised my husband that I won't get to the point that I'm milling my own flour... But as a product of a dry land wheat farm, I think he would secretly love if I did.
|Okay, really. Home made cheese its are the way to go. Perfectly salty, cheesy delciousness.|
I used this recipe. I recommend eating them on the couch on a snowy day. Pants optional, of course.
Heart shaped graham crackers. Swoon... Best served with an ice cold glass of milk. Pants encouraged.
Honey Cinnamon Graham Crackers
2 c whole wheat flour
1/2 c all purpose flour
1/4 c sugar (a little less)
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 c butter, melted
1 tsp cinnamon
3 T honey
3 T milk
Preheat oven to 350 and line baking sheets with parchment or silpat mats. Mix flours, sugar, baking soda, cinnamon and salt. In a separate bowl, mix egg, butter, honey and milk. Add to the dry ingredients. Turn on out a lightly floured surface and roll to about 1/4" thick. Cut as desired (I used a heart shaped cookie cutter obviously but you can just cut squares too). Transfer to prepared baking sheets and bake for about 10-14 minutes based on the size of your cracker. I did 12 minutes for mine and they were perfectly browned. Store in an air tight container. I have no idea how long they last as they were gobbled up in 2 days at my house...
I am currently cursing myself because I can't find the recipe for the peanut butter protein balls and I didn't pin it!! Lesson learned, always pin. They're a delectable combination of chopped dates, walnuts, almonds, oats, peanut butter, pure maple syrup and mini chocolate chips. To die for but totally not photographic. They'll remind you too much of my story above if I post a picture...
I am amazed at the fact that the babies have slept through this entire post. That has never happened... And since I said that, cue this non sleeping but incredibly cute face...
Though not the quiet bliss I experienced a little earlier, these boys do bring me an incredible amount of
gray hair joy.