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I love peanut butter so that is why I'm doing today's recipe. Peanut Butter Cups1 1/2 c. graham cracker crumbs 4 c. powdered sugar 1 1/2 c. sticks of butter, melted (3/4 c.) 1 1/2 c. peanut butter 6 oz. chocolate chips 1/2 stick of butter (1/4 c.) Mix together graham cracker crumbs and sugar. Pour butter over top and mix together. Add in peanut butter and mix together, works best if you use your hands (get messy, but the nice thing is by the time you are mixing all the peanut butter is off your hands). Press into a 9x13 pan. Melt chocolate chips and butter together then pour over top and stick in the fridge until the chocolate is hard. *I hate measuring so here are a few things if you are like me. It may not be exactly the right amount, but at least I don't have to measure and it turns out just as good. 1) graham crackers, just use one of the packages in the box for the amount you need 2) p.b. use an 18 oz jar (I'm usually really paticular about my p.b. and what brand I use, but for this recipe, the cheapo brand works well 3) chocolate chips, half a bag (that is if it's a 12 oz. bag I know some brands come in 10 oz., so be careful of that)
Well I've decided to change what I refer to my kids as on the blog to be a little bit more exciting. After thinking and eliminating one or two for reasons I won't go into you. The little man, S, will now be known as Stir Fry, a nickname my father gave him. And little B, will be known as Boo, one we have been calling her for awhile, but while we were home my mom started to call her that too, with out hearing us say it, because while up there I up her hair on top in little pigtales and my mom thought she looked like Boo from Monsters Inc. So there you go for the name changes. As for skin problems, they are easily found around our house. Myself, I started suffering from ezcema shortly after Stir Fry was born. I've always had sensitive skin and kind of dry I guess, but when he was about 6 months out, it really started to get worse and my skin breaks out and cracks on my hands. As for Stir Fry it took us well over a year to get the "right" diagnosis on him. He would get small pimple like sores on his head, which would then ooze and then spread, and at times there would be a scab several inches in diameter on his head. It was diagnosed as impetigo, which is HIGHLY contagneous, but yet none of us ever got it. We eventually found a doctor that said it was psoriasis, and the meds he gave us actually keep it under control. It has calmed down over the last year or so. Now with Boo, she has the same problems as Stir Fry and at least we know how to treat it and didn't have to go through the heartache and frustration we did with her brother. Well for the past 2 months plus she has been breaking out in bumps all over her body, it'll go away and then come back a week or so later. Her pediatrician, who we love, thought it was a bacterial infection, yet again contageous, but none of us have problems with it. Well Wednesday we saw the only pediatric dermatologist in the state of Utah. So we made the trip to Salt Lake to Primary Children's, which was nice because Stir Fry at least was entertain during the wait. The doc suggested a topical cream to help it go away, but my fear was, what if it's like everything else we have tried where it works for a little bit but then comes back? She also suggested taking a biopsy of one of the spots, thank goodness she started breaking out just days before the appointment. So that is what we did. Stir Fry and I left the room for his sake and mine and the hubby stayed in and held her down and was brave for us. So my little baby has 2 stitches!!! We'll be going back the 5th of June to get the stitches out and hopefully find out some news. I pray that they can help us out on this and figure out what it is, otherwise I would feel REALLY bad for having have to go through all of that for nothing. But hopefully we'll this the next one won't have to go through what she did. Just like Stir Fry had to go through with his head so that Boo wouldn't have to. Wish us luck and that they can find something out with the biopsy.
So when I was home a week or so ago my mom told me an interesting story. She went to get her hair cut by her regular lady, who informed her of the story. I know kind of hear-say. This is a story about the hairstylist who cuts hair next to my mom's hairstylist, if that makes sense. So one of my mom's hairstylist close co-workers. Well call this lady "Stacy" I guess to make things easy. Stacy is rather heavy-set and has a daughter who is about 16 years old. One day she was having some really bad pain and decided to go to the hospital, they ran test and did all the normal stuff to try to figure out what was causing her the discomfort. Turns out she was pregnant and in LABOR!!!! So the solution to her problem was pretty quick fix and just deliver the baby, and she got a nice little keep sake and momento of the occasion, a little baby boy. Now I think most of us have heard story like this, but I've never heard one that was close enough to someone I know than this to actually make me believe this happens. I've had my hair cut by my mom's hairstylist tons of times, so I probably might have even seen this lady, been familiar with her. Stories like this just boggle my mind. It leaves me with TONS of questions and I wish I knew someone that this happened to so I could ask them. Me having really easy pregnancies can understand how you could not know you are pregnant until well into the second half of the pregnancy. I'll give "Stacy" the benefit of the doubt since she has some extra weight, that she didn't look pregnant (heck I don't think I ever look 9 months pregnant even when I am), and she probably might not even gained weight or enough to noticed, or it could be normal for her to go up and down, so she didn't even think twice about the body changes going on, and since her daugher is 16 she could be old enough to being going through those later in life changes and her cycle could be irregular or non-existant. But how can you not at 9 months pregnant not feel a baby move and wonder what in the world is going on inside you. I could be stupid but I don't think anyone gets heartburn bad enough to have it feel like a baby kicking you or jabbing you in the ribs. I guess that has to be a pretty easy pregnancy to not even know you are pregnant or in labor, but leave you no preparation time. Any way, I just thought it was interesting to hear another one of those stories and made me think and scratch my head. Maybe someday I'll have my questions answered or maybe someone who might read this knows the answers or has been in "Stacy's" shoes.
Ok, let me start off with a disclaimer. I'm not a gun owner, or a gun fan. There will probably never be a gun in our home, maybe a BB gun (but that's something that will have to be considered way down the line when my boy(s) are old enough and responsible enough, if that can even happen, I have brothers and know that as a male you are probably never responsible enough for that and will do stupid things with a BB gun no matter how old you are). Growing up in a house full of boys (of course there were me and my mom, but that was it when it comes to females. 3 brothers and a dad), girly stuff was hard to come by. Which could be one of the reasons I'm not as girly as most of my female friends, don't come to me for advice on make-up or hair or anything else along those lines. The wonderful visitor that comes once a month, was never a topic in our home because of all the boys and being out numbered, even though it happened. Maybe because of this or just because I'm lucky, that time has never been that big of a deal. No out of control cramps, not too moody, I was just about the same, besides the inconvience. So fortunately my pregnancies have been the same. No morning sickness, no crabiness, no weird middle of the night craving, etc. Besides not having a visitor come, the weight gain and eventually feeling the baby move, I would be clueless on the fact thatI was pregnant (Now I hope my husband agrees with this about the pregnancies and monthly visitor and it's not just a figment of my imagination, which I think he will.) After my first baby it was over a year before my visitor came back, and things just kind of feel back into place, the way they were and always have been. Now that my little B is 9 months old I wish I could say the same. About 2 months ago I had a guest for over a month. And this is when my title comes in. I've been more witchy than I ever have. It's like my body was making up for the past 14 years of luck and being enjoyable during her visits. My guns have definately been loaded and ready to fire at any moment. I've been short with every one, including the kids. I have no patience and I can't stand it. I know what I am doing when I'm doing and yet have a hard time controling it (which I think is how most women are on a monthly basis). The last few days I've felt it is getting slightly better, I hope yet again we'll see what the hubby says. I just don't know what to do with myself. It's driving me crazy being this out of control person and I don't know what to do. At 26 I'm having to learn how to deal with or control this issue, when most girls learn how to at about 12. Wish me luck. I hope my family still loves me when this is all over.
Well we are back from our trip. We got back last night after 14 hours on the road. And good news it's been 3 days since my last pain reliever, so hopefully it continutes that way. I don't even want to know what else today has in store for me, or I guess us (the family). B is, I think getting her 2 top teeth, so hasn't been sleeping well, so she slept in our bed from about 3:30 on which I hate when kids are in my bed. S slept in til 8, which is a miracle! The hubby got up and ready to go, so so far so good. And then the usual happened, his ride is late, the joys of being a one car family. He's either on time or at least 30 minutes late, usually the later. I guess at least they are their own bosses, otherwise they would have been fired months ago. Today he called to see where his ride was and he was just getting out of bed at 8:30 when they should be arriving at work. Often times I'll offer to drive him, but usally he'll just wait, but today was different, since it was a lot later than normal and usually by this time the driver is out of the shower or on his way, but today he's just getting out of bed, the hubby takes me up on the offer. He drives there and I drive back. Well today started off ok, besides the fact I don't feel like unpacking, cleaning, doing laundry and everything else that needs to get done and now I don't think I will. We were 2 minutes away from his work, when we got in an accident! There were several cars in front of us and the light just turned red, but there were enough cars in front of us that at this point you are just paying attention to the car in front of you instead of the light. Well the car in front of us wasn't paying attention and hit the car in front of her (which she saw coming, so she tried to swerve out of the way, thought she still got hit) and then that car hit the car in front of it. I don't think the lady that caused the accident ever hit her breaks until after she hit the car. The hubby fortunately was paying enough attention to put on his breaks, the contact between the two cars were going to happen. So we ended up tapping her. We lucked out and only got a little mark on our bumper, which is a good thing, because since we hit her, even though it was her fault, if a report was filed it would be our fault. So they had it as two accidents, the first three cars and then us and the car in front of us. Nice for us that there wasn't really any damage to our car, or at least we can tell by looking. Just when my life starts to get calm there is always something that gets thrown in there. Doesn't the Lord know I need some Re-coop time!!!! I would like some calm for a while. Well wish my luck in my day, I'm staying home and doing NOTHING, so hopefully nothing else goes wrong.
Lately I've been VERY run down and fatigued and getting headaches almost every day, so that's one of my reason for not posting a lot. But while I'm trying to get lot of other things done around the house, I'm going to give myself another one. I'm packing our bags and we are leaving. Tomorrow we get to make the fun 14 hour drive to Seattle to go visit my family and hopefully the kids do well and it won't take us much longer than 14 hours. Wish us luck and we'll be blogging later.
Well yesterday both the kids had doctors appointments. S, had his 3 year old check up and B had her 9 month old check up. S screamed from the time we pulled into the parking lot up until the last 5 minutes. B only cried when she got pricked and had to lay on the table. Any way after the doctor had checked them out and told us all the normal make sure you are doing stuff, he asked us if we had any questions, and S piped up and said "Yeah. Um...um...can I have some fruit snacks?"
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