HAPPY 32!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUBBY WHO TURNS 32 TODAY. LOVE YOU!!

Complaints...

So I have received a few complaints...I know I haven't posted anything new and everyone is sick of looking at the hideous cookies. Here's the thing, I'm busy. Shocking, I know. But let me explain...Right now we are in the middle of basketball and baseball season has just started so we have some form of practice everyday mon thru thursday with games on saturday. John is working late and on weekends and the main reason I suck at blogging the fact that Tate is going to kill me before I turn 30. Take today for example...We went to Target. I got him popcorn and a slushee (so it was 9am...so what). He took the lid off and dumped the slushee on the ground. I walked really fast to another aisle. Then I let him have the popcorn in the car on the way to Dick's. I'm on the freeway and popcorn starts pelting me in the back of the head. He dumped out the whole bag and continued to chuck it at me until he ran out. At Dick's he stole some starburst and began eating them with the wrapper still on. And finally, at our last stop, Costco, he wouldn't sit in the cart and as I was handing my costco card to the checker, Tate ran. The checker also ran. He caught Tate before he made it out the exit only because Tate stopped to pick up a piece of candy he spotted on the floor. So by the time I get home and feed Tate lunch and put him to bed, the last thing I want to do is blog. I want to sit and enjoy the silence (which I really don't get to do anyways because right now he is currently screaming because I put him in bed) but you get the point. I do feel bad because the other boys have been doing some great things and when I do blog all I ever blog about is my demon child. I will try harder to update more and include all the boys. So stay tuned? Maybe?

Cookies

Since I knew John would be working this weekend I tried to think of something the boys could do to stay busy at home. I try to avoid taking all four them to public places by myself... it always involves kicking and screaming and hair pulling (and that's just by me). Anyways, I decided they could make and decorate sugar cookies for valentine's day. It went pretty well in the beginning. I called them in the kitchen one at a time to roll out their dough and cut thier shapes. Then when the cookies were cool we pulled out all the decorations and frosting and went to town. I'm not gonna lie, it was messy and crazy, and one cookie ended up with a whole bottle of sprinkles, and there might have been a time or two (or 10) when I wanted to scream, but the boys had a great time making them and an even better time eating them.

**I just want to point out that the reason poor Tate isn't in these pictures is because I am a very mean mom who would only consider doing this activity when Tate was taking a nap. Where's my broomstick?