Upgrade of an old favorite.

I love dreamsicles. (For those of you who have seen my first floor - you should know this...)

Not too long ago my cousin told me about Make it and Love it blog.

While perusing for her uber-delish cole slaw recipe (actually called cilantro-lime slaw) I found this.

It's way too awesome not too post. It's an update on the classic dreamsicle:

3 cu. Orange Sherbet

1 pkg. Cream Cheese

14 oz (one can) sweetened condensed milk

1/2 cu. Orange Juice

8 oz cool whip

:Line 9x5 loaf pan with foil. Spread sherbet on bottom of pan and freeze 10 min.

While sherbet is re-chilling:

Beat cream cheese until creamy. (I know right? That is how the recipe said it) Gradually add milk and OJ until smooth and blended. Gently stir in cool whip.

Freeze.

When frozen solid (we got impatient and ended up with liquid centers to the white part) flip onto plate - and then remove foil. Slice and serve. YUM!!!

**My version has 3 cups vs. her version having two. We made it her way - and all agreed there needed to be a more even ratio of sherbet to creamy stuff. **

Sh@t!

The boys and I headed up to "Greater DC Area North of us" to visit with Jill, Joey and Jackson.
After a while, the children decided they were hungry - and were driving us crazy inside the house, so we decided to take them to the Golden Arches with a playplace.

Order food, then unleash all their energy on the plastic tubes and nets that make up a McDonald's Playplace. Screaming, running, jumping - whatever. We didn't care. When the other moms gave dirty looks? Still. Didn't. Care.

Jill and I had a good time chatting (seriously Jill, two months is too long) about our worst bathroom experiences - hers was a dirty bathroom in Paris, mine was being accosted by a mentally unstable woman in one.

Aside from the fact that I had changed four poopy diapers that morning things were going well. Right up until the time we started getting ready to leave.

Braxton: "I pooped my pants."
Me: "Oh Shit."

Little did I know how true those words would be. It was EVERYWHERE.
I pulled off his shorts and 'roos, which of course, only made things worse.
I ran out of wipes after about one calf. Because Kieran had had four poopy diapers this morning.
There were no paper towels because they only had that stupid blower thing.
Tried toilet paper. Fail.
My only options were to carry him out to the car (uhh, have I mentioned that it's brand new?) or to stand him in the sink and bath him.
I stood my son in the Playplace restroom at McDonalds and bathed him.

I now have a new worst bathroom experience ever.

Mission: Hot Momma!

Friday night Mrs. Wookie arrived in her sporty blue car to my casa.

We immediately hit the road and went and saw a chic flic. Julie and Julia. Four thumbs up. Probably even a couple of toes.

Saturday morning came a little too soon for my taste, but we fixed that with a heaping plate of french toast. Yum.

Then, Mission: Hot Momma, commenced.

The background: Daddy McD gives Mommy McD a "post baby body clothes allowance"

The Players: Mommy McD, Mrs. Wookie (aka my own personal Tim Gunn)

The Goal: Buy lots of stuff (and not go over budget)

Debrief:
*3 pairs of pants
*2 jackets
*2 pairs of shoes
*17 shirts
*some 'roos
*accessories
*1 dress
***$150 under budget***

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you want some picture documentation take a look at Mrs. Wookie's blog.

Morning News.

AUNT BOP IS HERE AUNT BOP IS HERE AUNT BOP IS HERE!!!!!!

Mrs. Wookie (to our family, Aunt Bop) made it safely to our casa last night.

We're glad you're here. Even if we aren't really going to a pumpkin patch.

Translation.

So, the chicken nugget thing is still a mystery - but I did come upon the answer to the noodle comment.

After much pondering I figured that the noodles are like boats that live in a bag because you put noodles in the water like you do boats. Noodles also come in bags. Braxton later confirmed this theory when he explained it to his dad.

Genius.

Say Again?

Two moments that really need to be recorded before they leave my brain.


*Yesterday during our drive Braxton requested to hold the Mickey D's chicken McNugget box.

His reasoning: "My chicken nuggets really love being in their box. It makes them soooo happy."

Ok...

Today during lunch Braxton informs me that "Noodles are like little ships living in a bag."

I'll say what we're all thinking - "huh?"

All the other stuff.

Here is the hodgepodge mishmash of all the other cool stuff from our trip to the fall of Niagra. (I must not have had enough coffee 'cuz that right there was hilarious.)Nikola Tesla. In the Niagra Falls National Park. Can you say random? The Beauty and the Beast. Forbidden Love.The baby was so cute I could hardly stand it. It was really hard not to reach out and try to pet it.Mark, Braxton and I waiting to get 'nectar' so the Lorikeets would land on us. Braxton was all sorts of gung ho until the birds started landing on his daddy. Then it was pretty much "get me the hell out of here". I have a picture I'll scan in and post later. The Kenny bird.Purple nurple anyone?

Canadians really step it out across the cross walk. Look at this guy - he's nearly doing the splits! Does anybody else see the humor in this? (Yes, this was taken on the Canadian side.)The room for the boys in our hotel room at the Great Wolf Lodge. If you have children I really think you should look and see if there is one near where you'll be vacationing. As my my mother in law put it - "What more could you want out of a family vacation destination? Pitcher sized margaritas and a talking moose!" Plus an indoor waterpark, story time every night, an arcade, mini-putt putt golf and the coolest rooms ever. And the biggest lawn chair you'll ever see.