the most wonderful time of the year

This morning we woke up to SNOW!
I have only taken 211 pictures so far today.
And for once I am not exaggerating on my numbers.

And it's only 3pm.
Get ready for a snow day post.
But first we have to clean up the 48 snow puddles in our sunroom.
I might be exaggerating a little on that one.


easy peasy granola

This is too easy even for me. 
Okay, that's a lie. It is the perfect amount of easy for me. 
Which means it's really really easy. 
Grab some oats.
Six cups of oats.
Or just any honey will do.
And some canola oil. 
Or just any oil will do. 
Edible oil. Stick with edible oil, please.
Mix in bowl the following:
6 cups oats
1 cup honey
1/4 cup oil
Sprinkle in some cinnamon if you'd like to show me up.
Or add raisins or almonds or coconut if you want to make me cry.
Spread that yummy stuff onto a greased sheet pan.
And put that yummy stuff into the oven at 300 degrees.
Bake for 30 minutes.
Bake for another 15 minutes.
Bake for another 5-10 minutes.
(depending on how much crunch you like)
Make sure your dog is still breathing.
Give your dog a kiss. 
Just do it.
Eat it all up.
Before cleaning the kitchen.

We make a batch of this every week. Sometimes twice a week. Sometimes we make nine cups of it instead of six because it goes that fast. But Dan doesn't eat it. And Sherman doesn't eat it. And although Porter does eat it, he doesn't eat much. So that means I eat it all. And that makes me proud.


Tonight I bombard your blog feed with 100 pictures of my sweet boys ...
(and way too many toys on the floor) ...
Because one day ... 
I guarantee it ... 
I will wish that I had taken 101.


the cutest sad post with a happy ending

So yesterday I found a Target box waiting for me at our front door. Shocking because Target boxes never come to our house. Never ever. (I'm saying that just in case Dan ever decides to read this blog. I never buy anything from Target. Never ever.) So yesterday I got a Target box. And in it was this pretty little white cake stand. I have been wanting a cake stand for the past eight months (eight years?) but for some reason never allowed myself to buy one. And yesterday I was reminded why when Dan walked through the door and almost fell over when he saw a cake stand sitting on our dining room table. Something about me not baking enough to own a cake stand. I have no idea what he's talking about. So we made a little bet. And in order for me to win this bet I needed to bake something. Pronto. Like today. And place it on that pretty little white cake stand.

So fresh banana bread on a Tuesday morning was born.

But that's not the cute/sad part of my story. Porter is the cute/sad part of my story. You see, I made banana bread for Porter's after-nap-snack. But P sometimes wakes up early from naps. And you know what's wrong with waking up early from naps, don't you? Well, there are a lot of things wrong with waking up early from naps. But the main thing today was that although the banana bread was done, it was still piping hot. And so, my very patient, very calm, and very sweet little boy had to sit there and ... wait.

And by patient and calm I mean ... 
Porter was
convinced that his life was over.
But after a whopping 15.9 seconds of waiting
I said those five magic words
"okay you can eat now"
and he popped up from his chair
and stuck his chubby little finger in that warm banana bread.
And all was right in the world again.
Or at least all was right in Porterville.

And mama gets to keep her cake stand.
The End.


gift guide for 14 month olds

1. Sticks
2. Rocks
3. Mulch
4. Dirt
5. Mud

I'm not kidding.
Take back the trains. And the Elmos. And the rocket ships.
Just go get the kid a pine cone for pete's sake. :)