You NEED this

I know most of these blog posts are about the kids. Cute, Funny, Short.
Today I am going to post a recipe.  I got it off Pinterest, I'm not going to lie.  But really it is the most AMAZING thing you have ever eaten in your life.  It isn't hard to make, and it goes QUICK!
It tastes JUST like a Snickers bar!
Here Goes:
Servings: 24 Ready in: 1 hour, plus 1 hour chilling time
Ingredients:
FIRST LAYER
1 cup milk chocolate chips
¼ cup creamy peanut butter
SECOND LAYER
4 tablespoons butter
1 cup sugar
¼ cup evaporated milk
1 ½ cups marshmallow crème
¼ cup creamy peanut butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup salted peanuts
THIRD LAYER
14-oz. bag caramels, unwrapped
¼ cup evaporated milk
FOURTH LAYER

1 cup milk chocolate chips

¼ cup creamy peanut butter

Directions:
1. Coat a 9x13 pan with cooking spray and set aside.
2. FIRST LAYER: In a small bowl, combine chocolate chips and peanut butter. Heat in the
microwave in two 30-second intervals, stirring after each interval. Stir until creamy and pour
in an even layer into the bottom of the prepared pan. Place pan in freezer.
3. SECOND LAYER: In a medium saucepan, melt the butter over medium heat. Stir in the
sugar and evaporated milk and bring to a boil. Cook, stirring constantly, for 3 minutes.
Remove from heat and immediately stir in marshmallow crème, peanut butter and vanilla.
Add peanuts and stir until incorporated. Pour mixture over the chocolate layer from the
freezer and spread evenly. Place back in freezer.
4. THIRD LAYER: Add the caramels and evaporated milk to a small saucepan. Cook over
medium-low heat, stirring constantly, until caramel is melted and smooth. Remove pan from
freezer and pour caramel over the second layer. Place back in freezer.
5. FOURTH LAYER: In a small bowl, combine chocolate chips and peanut. Heat in the
microwave in two 30-second intervals, stirring after each interval. Stir until creamy and pour
in an even layer onto the top.
6. Refrigerate for an hour or so.  Then eat the crap out of it.  Yup.

Keys

I play keyboard in my church band at Revolution Church.  Playing keyboard with a "mouse" keyboard and a computer is VERY different than playing my grandmothers Wurlitzer.  I've struggled with learning the technology part of things, and have even been dubbed "technotarded".

Over the past three days, I have had every problem known to man with the keyboard.  Things aren't syncing, they aren't saving right, two slides are going up when I assign one, and then, today, it just stopped.  Everything was programed correctly, and there was just no sound.  NOTHING.

I was about in tears.  Gordon came home and fixed it.  I don't know how, I don't really care, but it was fixed.  Gannons radar picked up that a technological device was open for destruction and honed in on the Axium49.  I fought like a well trained ninja.  The keyboard was safe.  Gordon was enlisted to have a "respect other peoples things" conversation with the boy.  I'm not 100% sure what was said, but I know about 15 minutes later, Gannon looked at me and said,

"Mom, when will you pass this demon-possessed keyboard down to me?  When you get a different keyboard?  'Cuz these are REALLY good Keys!  REALLY really good!"

Fired

As heard from upstairs:

Gannon: SIRI, If you don't get in here right now, I'm going to fire you from helping me clean my room!

Siri: mumble mumble mumble, UGH!

Gannon: MOM!  SIRI JUST FIRED ME FROM PLAYING WITH HER, AND NOW SHE FIRED ME FROM LOVING HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Siri: *Sweetly sings song in background.

Hump Day

I was hoping for a nice kids in bed early night.  We had mac-n-cheese for dinner, everyone had a bath, teeth brushed, and into bed.  SCORE.  I settled down in the living room, looking at memes with our dear friends Jenifer and Christian when we heard a noise...

"EXCUSE ME!!!!!!!!  EXCUSE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

We sat puzzled for a moment, wondering where the noise was coming from.
It continued.  We ventured out the front door.
We looked around, perplexed.

"EXCUSE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!  HAVE YOU SEEN MY DAD!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

Gannon.  Screaming out his window.  To no one.

"HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!  DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?  HUMP DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Mystery Solved.

One nation under God

You know those moments you have with you kids where you just feel so incredibly blessed that you are the one God trusted with that tiny person?  The conversations where you share and explain something deep and important to them are amazing to me.  I cherish those opportunities.  

One of those came about yesterday.  Siri was getting ready for her day, and put her right hand over her heart.  She slowly and carefully recited the Pledge of Allegiance.  I watched her with a lump in my throat.  What a beautiful site.

"Sweetheart, that was amazing!  I'm so glad you learned that!"  I starting things off on a positive not.  "Thanks mommy", no biggie to her.  "Honey, do you know what that means? I mean, when you say it, do you know what you're saying?"

Her hand went to her hip, her head tilted and her eyes rolled.  "It means..." in a very matter of fact tone, "that God is invisible.   Duh, Mom."

My bad.

The saga of the shopping carts

Today, I am writing about a friend and her kids.  Aimee is a friend from school pre-reqs.  I was nursing, she was dental hygiene.  We hit it off.  We laughed, we shared, we studied (some), She felt Gannon move before Gordon did.  She has an amazing (and SUPER fast) husband and two beautiful kids, Luke and Caroline.  They are super smart just like their mommy and daddy, and this post is about their shopping cart saga over the past few days.  Keep in mind, I don't know the stories behind these pictures, but you will laugh till you cry.  You MUST read the captions.  Hilarious!  Aimee, I miss you and I wish we lived closer so our kids could play.  They would cause some MASSIVE trouble together.

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Speak English!

Tonight is our friend and amazing hair artist DeAnnas

sons 15th birthday.  

QUINCE!!!!!!!!  

We were explaining it to Gannon in the car, and what a special birthday this was going to be for David.

"When I turn 15, can I have a quince?" he inquired.  "No, sweetie, its a Hispanic tradition, and we aren't Hispanic," Gordon and I explained.  "What is Hispanic?" he continued with his inquisition.  "Kind of like Spanish, but Mexican."  I felt totally ill prepared for this conversation.  Ask me about sex, drugs, and rock and roll, but please don't ask me to explain a cultural origin.

"Oh, well if it is Spanish, then I'm ok.  I can totally speak Spanish."

"You CAN?"  We knew he was big into Diego when he was two, but didn't think he'd retained any of the language.  He proved us wrong:

"Yes!  Listen Mom.  'Hola,' 'Si,' 'Bonjour'...."