check out these rolls

cinnamon rolls that is!

this morning i decided that i would [finally] try to make cinnamon rolls from scratch. now if you know my mom, then you know i have a LOT to live up too! my mom's rolls are delicious. everything is made from scratch, frosting included so when i asked her for the recipe and said i was thinking about making them, i was up to the challenge. just to give you an idea about how nervous i was, i got the recipe last tuesday (i think) and i just made them today. the thought of using yeast and letting dough rise, scares the bejeezus out of me! but the boys and i gave it a whirl this morning and the outcome was AWESOME!! and because i knew i'd be blogging about their deliciousness, i made sure to take pics along the way.

the dough after being mixed and kneaded
(bubba was telling me that they didn't look like nanaws cinnamon rolls...he ate her finished product last week)

one hour later, the dough has risen!

now we're ready to roll, helpers are ready and waiting

my helpers, helped by playing in flour and attempting to eat dough sprinkling brown sugar and then cutting the dough using a string

all cinnamon-y now, going into the oven

while those were baking, we got to makin' the frosting (again from scratch!)

now before you scroll down, you must ask yourself: are you ready?

i mean really ready?

it would be really embarrassing for you to lick your computer screen, so take a minute to prepare yourself before scrolling down...
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in the words of rachel ray: YUMM-O

and you will be happy to know that my trusty helpers. agreed! here is the proof of that:


bubba even sang the ''so yummy, so yummy" song from Yo Gabba Gabba before asking for MORE! so he ended up eating an entire roll all by himself, then he TOLD ME that he wanted to go night night. lol, nothing like a little carb overload to get ya ready for nap time ;)

since butterball didn't get to help, and he didn't get to eat the rolls, i told him that in about a year he'd get to eat cinnamon rolls too. this was his reaction:

in all seriousness though, they are pretty damn tasty!

a whole lot of nothing

that's pretty much what we did this weekend. it was B's weekend for drill duty so he was working from 7-5 saturday and sunday and thus didn't want to do anything on friday night. which was okay with me because friday afternoon i had a pedicure and afterwards enjoyed some light shopping with my momma and i just wanted to continue to relax! i did however take the time to bake rascal some homemade dog treats. they were really easy and smelled wonderful while baking. and they are healthy and completely safe for humans to eat. so if pooks decides to eat one of rascal's biscuits i now know he's only ingesting milk, peanut butter, whole wheat flour and baking powder. whew!

saturday the boys and i finally got up and around and over to nanaw and papa's house around 11am. since both nanaw and papa were off on a saturday, i took advantage of that and crashed their house. the boys played, then ate lunch and took a nap. they always looks so stinking cute when they nap over there because they share a queen bed and just look adorable all snuggled up to each other. after naps papa took them on a walk to the park while nanaw, butterball* and i headed out to do some last minute birthday shopping. an entire hour of shopping without the little dudes whining (well i did have to listen to nanaw whine but everything has a trade-off!) was somewhat blissful. we then returned to the house and feasted on roast beef, potatoes, and green beans a la chef nanaw. it was delicious!

*butterball is peanut. peanut wasn't very fitting anymore and now he reminds me of a chubby lil' butterball turkey.

as you can imagine after last nights post, i didn't get too much sleep last night. i finally went to bed around 1am and fell into a really deep sleep. well i was ripped awake from that at 2am, 3:15am, 4:00am, 6:30am, and at 7am finally made my way downstairs with butterball. i'm not sure what his deal was/is but he was so fussy and i think he's constipated. he would wake up and draw his legs up and scream, nurse for about 2 minutes, fall back asleep. only to repeat again. he did this until about 11am this morning.

i was exhausted. when he finally fell asleep, i dressed bubba and pooks and stuffed butterball into his carseat to run errands before i fell asleep! we did a little grocery shopping {in which only 3 random people commented on "how full your hands are!"--yeah, first time i've heard that *eye roll*} and then did a drive thru lunch at Freddy's.

the little dudes LOVE freddy's. i will get a kids meal for them to split, and they will each eat the entire 1/2 cheeseburger and fries. when i say entire, i mean entire. as in there isn't a speck of food left on their plates and usually bubba starts to steal fries off of someone else's plate. and while Freddy's obviously isn't healthy, i had ulterior motives: to stuff their little tummy's so full that they would have no choice but to sleep it off.

worked like a charm :)

they slept from 1pm-3:45pm. WOoHOo! given the fact that i still had to feed butterball and get him settled down, i personally only napped from about 2-3:45 but it was blissful. i'll admit it, i literally drooled; seriously i woke up in a puddle of drool. (ain't that sexy?!) okay, okay granted that is mostly due to the fact that i can't breathe out of my nose and not because i was so in heaven with my nap but still, i did it.

so now i am about 15 minutes post nap, B is home early, butterball is still napping, bubba and pooks are watching "Cars" and here shortly i'll get up and start dinner.

gotta love lazy weekends because the next three weekends in a row, we have plans!

dear allergies

i hate you. you make me miserable. i cannot breathe, i went through an ENTIRE box of kleenex yesterday and i still feel like crap today. i took TWO benadryl at 10pm because i knew it would make me sleepy, and make it possible for me to breathe through my nose again. and possibly go oh....i don't know a whopping 3 minutes without sneezing.

do we see the problem?

HELLO! it is now 12:24 pm and i am still awake because I CAN'T BREATHE! it's been 2 hours and i am wide awake and still stuffy. i do feel loopy as heck, but i'm not tired. which sucks because one time i accidentally took 2 benadryl before a home party {not a house party, like a partylite party or something} and i feel asleep in the middle of this ladies show! i mean i could not keep my damn eyeballs open long enough to even look at candles...but when i actually want to sleep, nada.

i hate you benadryl.

and those of you that think ''oh just take something different. try {insert awesome medicine here}, it works great"--thank you but i can't because i'm breastfeeding peanut. who by the way, i need to think of a new name for.

bubba is a perfect nickname for bubba--its what i call him in real life 1/2 the time. pooks is fitting for pooks, granted alot of times i call him pookie but eh, alas it fits. but peanut, well it was fitting while he was in utero. but now....i don't know if you've noticed, but he's not really a peanut. i rarely call him peanut in real life so it doesn't come naturally to type. i usually call him chubbs, or my chub of love, or butterball. today i called him butterball a lot and he laughed so that might work. but if he by some chance ever isn't a butterball, then i'll be back to square one.

*sigh*

i hate you benadryl. i can't breathe, i can't sleep and now i'm rambling. which i can do because its *MY* blog, but still. i hate you benadryl.

birthday boy

this was a conversation i had with bubba at lunch today:

me: hey bubba, did you know your birthday party is next weekend?
bubba: nanaw make a me a cars cake.
me: i know that nanaw is making your cars cake. do you know how old you will be turning on your birthday?
bubba: um....i dunno know. me big boy.
me: you're going to be three. this is three [showing him on my fingers]
bubba: oh, i'm gonna be free....dis many? [holds up 4 fingers]
me: [pushes one finger down] that is three.
bubba: oh
me: bubba, how old is mommy?
bubba: mommy is TWO!
me: really? i'm 2 and you're 3? how does that work?
bubba: i don't know.
me: do you think that maybe mommy is bigger than you? maybe i'm 24?
bubba: {said in total disbelief} noooo mommy! me big boy, you mommy. you 2. me 3...and bra-bra is a baby, and baby peanut is a baby and me is a big boy.
me: are you sure?
bubba: yes mommy.

*gulp*

i am sitting here looking at preschool brochures and applications.

my oldest kid is turning three in two weeks, which means that my little "baby" will be three and a half years old on August 31st. granted we don't have to enroll him in preschool, but he is such a bright little guy and i think that being with his peers (that he isn't related too) would do really good for him.

and while it's good for him, it's a bit overwhelming for mom.