Monkey Bread

Our biggest success to date – delicious!

We used this recipe and it worked fantastically. I remember making monkey bread as a kid and thought it was pretty simple so I have tried many times to make it without a recipe…I highly recommend following a recipe. However I remember it being done apparently is not the best way.

The best part – it’s totally hands on for a four-year-old (as long as you wash their hands)! The recipe says to break the rolls into quarters and shake them in cinnamon and sugar. Nicky broke them into varying sizes and it didn’t seem to have a bad effect on the finished product. So we had a lot of fun making it, no fun patiently waiting, and a lot of fun eating it!

Just writing this entry has me craving some more!


Wind Chimes

What you need:

  • Paper cups
  • Scissors
  • String
  • Beads
  • Bells

I poked a hole in the top of the cup with the scissors and used twine I already had. Then I poked three or four holes (not guessing here, I poked three in one cup and four in the other) by the lip of the cup. The twine did not work there – it was too thick to thread through the beads. I went to a craft store and found some string that I hoped would work. It worked with some of our beads but not all, so I’d recommend thin string, but not too thin that it would break.

I would also not use Walmart pickup for the beads. It might be best to see them in person to determine if they’ll work. Maybe go to a craft store.

We put a bead on the string, tied a small knot underneath to keep the beads from collecting together at the end of the string. At the very end, we tied bells. It was cool, for about thirty minutes before my son ripped it apart.

So I suppose my final suggestion is to make these with a kid who doesn’t rip apart everything because he gets bored or angry.

Color Party!

Many moons ago, my son mentioned the “rainbow mom” – which was me, before I was married with kids and had run the Color Me Rad race. So I decided we would do a color party. We made the color powder which in case you want to know, super easy:

2 Cups corn starch

1 Cup water

Food coloring

I bought some cheap throwaway cake pans and mixed 4 cups of corn starch at a time. Sometimes I used more water because it made it easier to mix in the color. I wore gloves the first time to keep my hands from getting dyed but they ended up being messier so I just used my bare hands. They were dyed until I took a shower so it wasn’t permanent.  I pulled in the kids too.

When the powder dries it becomes rock hard, which didn’t seem like a good idea to give to children to throw at each other. I ran the powder through the food processor and it became some of the softest stuff I’ve ever touched. It was beautiful.

The cousins came over today and we moms got to shoot them with water guns and the hose, then we started off with throwing powder at them and then let them throw at each other.

Sadly, my child who wanted the party didn’t want to participate. He didn’t want to get wet or “colored”. But he did enjoy watching.


Afterwards we ate pizza and cake on the deck and the cousins joined hands and sang a song about being the color crew. All-in-all I think it was a success.

Now we just wait for the rain to wash it all away.


Rainbow Mom

First off – sorry it’s been so long. But – I’m pregnant and the first three months were rough! So I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, writing on here and also working on my story(ies).

A few weeks ago, Nicky started to talk about getting a “rainbow mom” and I didn’t know what this meant but since he was talking about getting rid of me in exchange for another mom my reaction was usually, “yeah, go ahead then.” …see if I care…(kinda do).  I guess I get it, I was throwing up just about every day and laying around the house and just not doing much. So he would get upset and say he wanted a new mom. But it was only a few weeks ago that the “rainbow mom” debuted.

Then the other day he mentions her again and as usual, I don’t really think much of it–I mean, it’s unique for sure, my kid is quirky so we get things like this a lot. But he kept talking and then he started to talk about a picture book with a picture of “rainbow mom”. So I started flipping through children’s books in my mind but had nothing. Then he says something about it being next to the one with the large rubber ducky and it clicked.

Many moons and another lifetime ago, I had done my first color and my sister had taken a picture on the way to breakfast of how colorful I was (and mostly because we were worried they wouldn’t let me come inside and eat). That evening, I went to the movies with my boys and outside the theater there was a giant duck so I took a picture. Both pictures were posted to Instagram and therefore, both showed up in my very first Chatbook.

It was nice to finally have a mystery solved (we’re still trying to figure out what he means when he says, “I’ve got a half back!” or “I’ve got a hat back!”

Then Nicky asks if I could be a “rainbow mom” again.

I asked, “you want me to be the kind of person I was before I was a mom?”

“Yes,” he said.

I guess I was pretty awesome back then and it wouldn’t be so bad to be awesome again – even if I’ve developed a “mom voice” and bring down the heavy hand of the law from time to time.

Partying for Partying’s Sake

Nicky has been wanting to have a party since this past summer when he read the book “Monster Party”. When I’m in the office he comes in and starts drawing on paper saying he’s making invitations.

Finally, a few days after Christmas he mentioned a party and I thought, “why not?” We have ready made party guests in the form of a bazillion cousins so not a lot of work has to go into preparation and they don’t need a lot of notice. So I decided to invite my sisters and their kids over for a pizza party.

I just made a ton of pizza dough and kept churning them out (kids can eat A LOT of pizza).

The only real work was the cake, and I took that on because I wanted to, not because I felt I needed to. I want to practice making fun cakes. After Christmas and this party I’m going on a sugar fast….starting Monday. J

Reading, Writing, Resolutions

Welcome, 2019.

2018 wasn’t a bad year for me, we moved to a bigger house, nicer neighborhood; we got a minivan, I enjoy my calling at church, my relationship with my family is good. Nothing catastrophic happened. It had its ups and downs and self pity moments but I think every year will have that sprinkled throughout. So I’m not running away from 2018 and slamming the door shut behind me – but I do love fresh starts even if there’s nothing I’m trying to erase and forget.

That being said, here are my 2019 goals. I have to point out that yes, there are ten goals again (I didn’t do that last year) but that wasn’t completely on purpose, though I did scratch out a goal because 11 seemed weird.

  1. Read 30 books (3 on writing; 3 church)
  2. Query 5 agents by the end of the year
    • Edit first draft
    • Write query letter
    • BETA readers
  3. Journal once a week
  4. Keep up with the new church curriculum
    • Hold Family Home Evening once a week
    • Share my testimony more
  5. Send birthday cards to family
  6. 12 dates with Matt
  7. Go to the temple at least once
  8. Budget better
    • Stick to the shopping list and come in under budget
    • Re-evaluate wants vs needs
  9. Get fit/eat better/stretch
  10. Organize the house (we have more space but feel just as cramped sometimes…it’s all in how we use the space).

Things I never thought I’d say -Part 2

Since the year is almost over I figured I would go ahead and publish this post I’ve been randomly adding things to. I’ll be honest, I forgot this list most of the year so it’s a little shorter than the real life things that have come out of my mouth since becoming a mom. But here is the list of things I remembered to write down.

  • I’m so sorry my child’s poo got on you.
  • I really just want to be able to stay in Sunday school the whole time.
  • You cannot squish people with the door.
  • Deodorant’s not for eating
  • Here, you can play with the gun. (Toy gun)
  • Don’t blow your nose on my pants.
  • You can’t knock on the baby’s head!
  • Get that out of your butt crack!
  • I can’t wait until we get a minivan
  • You can’t take other people’s moms, we’ve talked about this
  • You can’t drag your sister!
  • Don’t kiss the cat’s butt
  • Just use your shirt to wipe it
  • Don’t lick the floor