Sugar Cookies and Sticky Fingers

Sugar Cookies recipe from HERE because my I had a brain fart and couldn't remember exactly just what and how much of every thing I needed to make the most basic cookie ever.

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Easy Sugar Cookies

Prep Time:
15 Min

Cook Time:
10 Min

Ready In:
25 Min

  Original Recipe Yield 4 dozen

Ingredients

• 2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
• 1 cup butter, softened
• 1 1/2 cups white sugar
• 1 egg
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). In a small bowl, stir together flour, baking soda, and baking powder. Set aside.
2. In a large bowl, cream together the butter and sugar until smooth. Beat in egg and vanilla. Gradually blend in the dry ingredients. Roll rounded teaspoonfuls of dough into balls, and place onto ungreased cookie sheets.
3. Bake 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven, or until golden. Let stand on cookie sheet two minutes before removing to cool on wire racks.

Nutritional Information

Amount Per Serving  Calories: 86 | Total Fat: 4g | Cholesterol: 15mg

Add Sugar to softened butter.

And beat until creamy.

 

 

Wisk egg and vanilla together and blend.

Add dry ingredients slllloooowly.

Clean up the floury mess.

Roll and cut.

 

Really, really enjoy putting your sister's lipstick on all skin and counter surfaces while your mother turns her back to put cookies in oven.

Make some pink frosting with 3/4 cups confectioners sugar, 2 TBS softened butter, 1/2 tsp vanilla, 

1 TBS milk, 5 drops red food coloring and about 1/2 tsp veggie oil.

Don't forget to eat a spoonful while your mother is moving the cookies from the pan to a cooling rack.

Finally frost the unshapely cookies (or not). BTW my brain still hadn't recovered so I forgot to check for a recipe suited more for rolling and cutting. But hey, they are good dipped in milk or coffee and smothered with this wonderful stuff.

 

Watch Homeward Bound and cry when Shadow finally comes limping over the hill to 'his boy' and fall into a deep and blissful sleep. After all you've worked hard and deserve it.

Found It.

My sweet hubby spent his Saturday....

wait for it.....

Dress shopping with his wife, two year old and six year old, for the school pageant.  Because he is a great guy. And because it was that or stay home with the two year old by himself that refuses to potty for Daddy.

He then came home and chopped wood for our new heater in case we get snowed in up here in The Great Icy Mountains of Alabama. If not for this man-  I'm telling you I feel like I can't do enough to keep up. You know, if we were keeping score, but we're not.

Thank goodness.

Anyway, the dress. We found it. Luckily, for my pocket book, her school doesn't do the WAY OVERDONE dresses. They are more like flower girl dresses so finding the right one wasn't as bad as I thought.

You really can't tell much from the picture but the bodice is a woven satin ribbon with pink pearls. She looks beautiful in it. Her idea of the perfect dress was slightly different at first. It looked more like this.

What can I say. The girls has a sassy side.

We also looked at this one.

And this one.

Among many, many others.


I wish we would have seen this one.

To be honest, I'm a little afraid to do anything shorter than ankle length. She is quite the tomboy other than dress up and her little legs always have bruises.

All the pictures I saw of past winners wore the long dresses. I still feel like taking hers back and getting something more her...

This pageant stuff is kinda fun after all.

Now, what to do with all of this...

Pageants

Every time I hear the word pageant I think of the poor little JonBenet. Ah, it's awful. And then I think of the pageant Alex was in when she was 3 months old. The little two year old babies were tanned and had fake hair, fake eyelashes, and more make up than any street walker! It was disgusting and heart breaking. I vowed not to let her be a part of that world.

People stop us every where we go to talk to her about her hair or ask if I put her in pageants or modeling. I don't feel like giving them all my reasons for not doing it so I just say thank you and smile when they insist that I should.

Maybe I'm a terrible mom for keeping her all to myself. I just don't want her to starve herself to keep a certain image for modeling and I don't want her to feel like all that fake stuff is beautiful. I want her to always know she is wonderfully beautiful just the way her Creator made her. And that all the trophies in the world mean nothing if you have to change yourself to get them.

Now with that being said... Her teacher wanted me to put her in the school pageant. A big breath of air immediately rushed from my lungs. I didn't want to explain myself and I didn't want to say no. I thought about it. Asked her if she wanted to do it. She does of course. I then called the school with a lot of questions and after meeting with the director and looking through the last few yearbooks winners, I felt much better. The little winners looked like flower girls. That I can do.

So tomorrow we will go out in search for the perfect dress. My six year old baby will enter the world of pageantry. Don't get me wrong. I think confidence and competition are not bad things. I just want her to be confident in who she is and know that outward beauty is her extra gift.

Lord, I will need a double-helping of peace now, thank you.


What do you think? How do you feel about pageants? Do you know anyone who competes in pageantry or modeling?

LET'S MARCH TOGETHER

We can march together in Washington ONLINE! 

March For Life.



GO HERE now to join. You can create your own avatar and see yourself online!


This is really cool. 


This may be the easiest way you've ever marched.


The casualties are far to great to ignore. Let them not happen in secret!

Why you shouldn't clean your bathroom

Playing catch up~

   I've been MIA. But I haven't forgotten about all of you. I come over and do a quick glance through every so often.   Lack of rest curbed my enjoyment of blogging. For some reason my two year old needs her mommy somewhere between 12:30 and 3:30am every single night. So my hubby has to wake me up at 5:30 to go to our room where I'll be near the alarm clock that tortures me at 6:30 (about the same time that I finally get my spot warmed back up and begin to rest).


And we finally got it~
  We purchased a box stove (cast iron, wood burning heater/stove) for supplementary heat and back up for power outages. Our main room is 996 sq ft and this stove heats 1000-1200 sq ft so if a repeat of '93 happens we should survive.Up here in The Great Icy Mountains I'm not leaving anything to chance.

Now for the two reasons I may never clean my bathroom again~


  The glass in my shower is too tall for me to reach all the way to the top so I balance on the rolled edge of the clawfoot to clean it.
LuLu was looking the the car section of the classifieds in the bathroom floor (she is two so I guess she was window shopping).
I climbed on the tub to clean the glass and she looked up and was horrified! She gave me a talking to!


"Mama fall! Mama down NOW! Luly get MEAN! Spank your hinney!"


Momma won't fall baby, I just need to clean this.


"Luly get mean!"


And she came over and spatted me on my behind. Apparently the I'm not trying to be mean, but you have to obey, talk isn't believable to her.



 You can't spank mommy but I'll get down. Ok? I was done by then anyway and trying not to laugh.




A few minutes later I was cleaning the toilet.....
she runs in....


"Hands sticky."


She was covered in a gross clear fluid with no smell....
What is this?


"Boogers"


No way! Surely her little nose couldn't do that???
Are you sure? Show mommy where you were when you got sticky.


We ran to the living room. It was everywhere. On the coffee table and in a slippery puddle in the floor...
What? 


Then I saw it. A small bottle of - um, *cough*- warming 'lotion', That was on my bedside table.

Are your hands warm? I couldn't help but ask..


"Hands hot"



I laughed harder than I have in a long time. But now I'm convinced that~

The dangers of bathroom cleaning are too great to continue the practice.

Sorry Babe you'll have to lift that lid for cleaning from now on.

Winter is warmer in my mind

I am freezing! Alabama is COLD right now. We are forecasting a whole inch of snow for tomorrow! School will be out.

If you are reading this from a northern state, DON'T laugh. 16 degrees is far beyond what southerners are capable of 'getting used to'. All this cold made me think...

If I put up drapes instead of curtains and put in a wood burning stove for back up heat and buy a few more pairs of socks and long underwear....

Maybe, just maybe, my family will survive.

Seriously, if you are somewhere north of us and are laughing, it isn't funny.

Here are a few pictures I found for inspiration. Warm thoughts and wishes.

Spring will come.

Lazy Summer days will return.

And the lucky ducks in the tropics make me sick right now:)

Early this fall we were faced with a floor decision. To paint or to stain? We went for acid stain for a few reasons. First of all it was quick, cheap(er) and the most durable finish for our concrete floors. Still somewhere in the back of my mind I kept thinking I should paint them a trendy color and forget the fact that it wasn't a common activity. I received my February issue of House Beautiful and look what they featured!

 

This color would have been perfect.

 

Ah, well. I guess when it's time to redecorate in a decade and I've changed my mind about painted floors, I could do it then?

Stay warm.

Cheers!! Happy Baby!!

I am an aunt!!!


I've never been an aunt.


I've had to do all the rule making.


Now I get to do the rule breaking.


So What do you do for hours upon hours of waiting for the cousin you've been hearing about for nine months?

Show everyone how you'll look when there's a baby in your tummy.

 Then when you break your mothers resolve, and the labor and delivery room floor is now an appropriate place to lay and draw..........

make beautiful greeting cards for your laboring aunt.

 

And if the monitor still looks like gentle waves instead of a hurricane 

you.........

eat an entire box of Sugar Babies (except the one you grudgingly give your aunt Jess and the few that Mommy took when you weren't looking).

And after a full day of excitement, patience, impatience, and fighting over the one toy you didn't both get for Christmas........you get this........

 

Charity Hope

19 5/8 inches

7lb 3 oz

born at 4:16pm on 

December 30, 2009

A beautiful perfect angel. 

Congratulations DD. You will be a wonderful mother. I love you very much.