She cooks like Betty Crocker & she looks like Donna Reid

So the title of this post may be a bit of an exaggeration but I gave it a good try. Don't you just love my new Maria Horner apron?!

These are a little receipe I had to try from Betty Crocker called cupcake poppers. They just looked so fun & they were delicious too.

The best thing I found at the grocery store which Im sure all of you know about is the spray frosting!! It comes with 4 frosting tips too. It costs more than a regular can of frosting but it was so worth it for this project.

The best is you get to eat all the bottoms while you make them.

This is the original photo from Betty Crocker.

Laughing gas = not so funny!

Here is a picture of our sweet little girl at her "first" dental work appointment. She has been to the dentist before for cleanings and check ups and did fantastic, but this was her first filling.
Brice and I tried to get her all geared up and ready for days. We told her how she would get to watch a movie and wear a funny little mask with "laughing gas".
"It will be so cool and funny!" we said (lying to our child!)
She couldn't wait to go and jumped into the chair with out any problems.
Laughing gas -on, & movie started.
Then came the part I was dreading. The numbing shots! Duh duh duh!
I quickly sat by her side and grabbed onto her little hands as the doctor told her she would feel a little sting. ( I had warned him ahead of time not to use the word SHOT.)

Side story-- A few months ago, I took Hannah to the pediatricians office for a check up and shots. Everything went well until it was time for the shots. The nurse asked me to hold Hannah's hands, which I did, but as soon as that needle went into her little leg Hannah's hands were free from mine and grabbing the needle, bending it a good 45 degree's which resulted in a huge scrape up her thigh and fluid everywhere. You can also insert some mind blowing screaming. We were all in shock! I just kept telling the nurse how sorry I was, and that I never knew she could be that strong, while trying to calm myself and my child. On the ride home between tears Hannah just kept saying, " I never want another shot ever again!"

Back to the present story--
The shots were started , and so did the tears. However, she didn't try to grab anything and didn't scream. The shot's were all done.
I turned to the Dentist and said."That went better than I thought it would. Yeah!"
"Really" he said " What were you expecting?"
That's when what I was expecting happened- Kicking, crying , and screaming! Hannah grabbing at her mask and screaming, "I WANT TO GO HOME!"
I held her down and tried to talk to her as soothing as I could. The doctor tried to talk to her as well and then left the room so that her mouth could numb.
I was able to get her to calm down and told her the "bad part" was all over. (Another lie)
I sat hoping that the laughing gas would take over. We still had a small cavity to fill as well as a large cavity and cap on her molar to do.
The Dentist started on her small cavity and it looked like we were in the clear when all of the sudden she started loosing it again. This time she put more effort into it. I had to grab her arms and legs again, while the nurse held her head still and the Dentist fixed the cavity faster then I could ever imagine was possible. He tried to talk to her again, I tried to talk to her, but she was not having any of it!!
" I WANT TO GO HOME NOW!" is all she kept saying over and over.
"She just went from 0 - 60 in a second. I don't even know what happened that time." He said
Hannah now has a new appointment in a few weeks, to finish what he couldn't today. This time I will be paying an extra $200. to the anesthesiologist so that she will be sleeping.
Did I happen to mention, that it's the same day that Ben gets to have his cavities filled? And yes, Ben will be sleeping as well! Good bye tax return!
Hannah did tell me this evening that next time she is going to be really brave and still.

"Laughing gas" I'm disappointed in you. And isn't St. Patrick's Day was supposed to be Lucky?!

Let the Battle begin!.

This is Ben and his new glasses! He wore them for as long as it takes to eat a snack pack of
M & M's. (Really only half a pack, and then he had to come back and put them back on for the other half.)

This is "mommy" wearing my glasses taking pictures to try to show him how cool and intellectual we look.

This is how the story begins:

Ben's preschool teacher -"The children had their eyes tested and here is Ben's results."

FAILED. It sadly said. Please schedule a follow up exam with your physician.

A few weeks later Ben and I visited the optometrist. First we had to wait in the small lobby for 1/2 and hour . He lasted about 10 minutes before trying to leave and get upset ( insert screaming and crying).
Then we got to go back to the exam room so they could dilate his eyes (more screams and tears), which then led to another smaller closet of a room to wait for another 20 minutes (more screams and tears). Unfortunately he was not entertained by my highlighter pen (borrowed from the nurses desk) drawings of a weird alien and a pirate.
At last, after what seemed like 3 hours, we sat with the doctor for the exam.

Doctor - " Can you tell me what pictures are on the wall Ben?"
Ben - " Pictures."
Doctor - " Yes, but what are the pictures of?"
Ben - Silence....
Mommy - "Ben, do you see any animals? What animals do you see?"
Ben - Silence....
Mommy - " Is it a pig? Or a cow? Or a horse?"
Ben - "Pig"
......It was a horse......
Doctor - " Ok Ben, look at the horse for me. Keep looking at the horse. Ok, over here Ben. Look at the horse again."
...Repeat that to yourself a few more times....
Doctor - " Ok, we are all done. Ben is far sighted in both eyes, and will have to wear glasses. We will follow up in 8 weeks and see how he's doing. Hopefully, we wont have to patch him."

Are you kidding?!! I thought to myself. Getting him to wear a patch like a pirate would be a thousand times easier than getting him to wear glasses!!

That afternoon filling his prescription at the eye center at Walmart --

Me - " Hi, we need to get a pair of glasses for my 3 year old here."
Technician - " Ive got some great inexpensive $10 frames.Why dont you take a look."
Me & Brice - " Look at these cool glasses Ben. Let's try them on."
Ben - " NO TRY! NO GLASSES!"
(insert screaming again and arm flailing.)
Technician -" I don't think were going to be able to go with the $10 pair. Here are some really great flexible ones. Ben, can we try these on?"
Ben - "NO TRY! NO GLASSES!"
Me - "Come on Ben. They are so cool! Look Daddy and Mommy are trying some on!"

Brice and I then proceed to try on different glasses while saying how cool we are.

I try to put the glasses on Ben. Screaming and arm flailing. Brice tries to put the glasses on Ben. Screaming and arm flailing. 15-20 minutes later....

me - looking at Brice and the technician.."Let's get this done!"
Picture me holding Ben's arms and legs with Brice holding his head still, the technician quickly trying glasses on Ben as he is screaming bloody murder!

Brice then took him to get french fries and a drink to calm down while I ordered the glasses.

For the last week, while we were waiting for the glasses to come in I tried to get Ben to put his cool new sunglasses on every day with the response of:
"NO MOMMY! NO GLASSES!"

Look's like Im going to need alot of M & M's. By the time he actually wear's them Ill have to go to the dentist to fill all his cavities!!

Let the Battle Begin!!