I'm blessed enough to be visiting the place I call home. I'm thinking I'll be blogging more about that in the near future, but I wanted to blog about tonight in particular while my thoughts and feelings were still fresh in my mind.
One of the people I look up to most in this world was giving the lesson at my mom's Relief Society meeting tonight. I jumped at the chance to get to listen to her. The topic for the evening was Patriarchal Blessings. She started out by reading a talk by Sheri Dew. I highly recommend it. It was great. The talk compared us being saved for the last days, to a runner who has been chosen to run the last leg of a relay. Right up my alley. LOVED it. We were asked to underline/circle/highlight/whatever, things from the talk that resonated with us. So that is what follows. Thoughts I had as this talk was read.
So many "quotes" from this talk were just AWESOME, but the line that started a chain of thoughts was near the end where she said, "and to help you run this leg of the relay." I started to think about the times the Lord has helped me run. Literally. Not just metaphorically. Last summer I participated in my first RAGNAR. (200 mile relay with 11 of my friends.) During my longest leg I was struggling. My side was hurting so bad I felt like my stomach was going to rip right open. I've learned that I can't do anything without the Lord so I huffed and puffed a prayer. Thanking my Heavenly Father for this amazing opportunity but I needed his help. The answer that came to me was "run faster." Say what? Run faster? How on earth is that going help? I'm dieing! I can't handle the speed I'm at! How could I possibly have the ability or strength to run faster? But I've also learned to be obedient. So I picked up the pace. Sure enough, my side pain went away. Increasing my speed forced me to correct my form, straighten my posture and that sort of thing. Thereby making my running more efficient and increasing my oxygen and all that good stuff.
As I sat there reminiscing about all this I realized sometimes that's how life plays out too. Sometimes when we are running the race of life we feel like we are dieing. We feel like we couldn't possibly take any more. We think all we could possibly need is relief or rest. But then the Lord says, "run faster." We respond with "Say what? You want me to do what? How on earth is that going to help? I'm dieing. I can't handle what I have, how could I have the ability or strength to do any more? But we "go and do" and sure enough, things work out. Perhaps in taking on more, it forces is to go back to the basics, straighten up, focus on the "form" of our life. Cut out unnecessary things and make our selves more efficient.
"This is the last leg of the relay. This is when He needs His strongest runners."
-Sheri Dew
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Boston
I found out about the explosions from other people's facebook posts. Initially I thought: "I should say something, I should post something." But I was left speechless. I tried several times to leave my own facebook post but every time it just didn't seem sufficient or an adequate representation of what was going through my head. But me and my treadmill did 12 miles this morning I think I'm ready to channel my thoughts and feelings into words.
But first, just a little FYI for any of my family and friends who may not be as familiar with the sport of running.
The Boston Marathon is THE Marathon. In 1996 it set a record as the world's largest marathon with 38,708 entrants. It did NOT get that record because just ANYBODY can enter. NO SIR. In order to race in the Boston Marathon you must qualify. The qualifying time for my age bracket is 3 hours and 35 minutes. To put that into perspective for you, my goal for my first marathon this summer is to finish in 4 hours 35 minutes. So ya, only the best of the best runners run the Boston Marathon. Even if you never actually get to run it, just qualifying is a huge bragging right and something runners strive for. (More about that later.)
As I pondered the sad sad events a couple of quotes/sayings that I've seen before came to mind. The first is:
As I thought about the runners in Boston, I realized that for many of them, today "IS that day." There very well may be individuals who will no longer physically be able to do what they love after their injuries from the blast.
I also thought of this one:
I try to keep things in perspective and often remind myself that every
day is a gift that I have been given. One of my aspirations in life is
to be a gray-haired runner. (LONG pretty gray hair by the way.) But
this is life. Things happen. Often what we have planned is not what
the Lord has planned. I am grateful for every step I am blessed to be
able to take.
I've been fighting a cold going on 3 weeks now. I woke up this morning hacking up green gunk. (Too Much Information I know.) ANY other normal sane person would have said "Take a day off for goodness sake." But I LOVE to run. It makes me happy. It makes me feel good. This morning was no different. In fact, as far as my cold symptoms are concerned, I actually felt better while I was running. Didn't feel so darn congested and sickly. I felt alive, strong, and happy.
To conclude my thoughts on this subject I've decided something. A while a go I had a conversation with my love about what am I going to do after my marathon. I've been working towards and focusing on this goal for so long, I'm not going to know what to do with myself. I gotta have goals. I have to have something to work towards, to improve upon. But what? Well all this thinking about the Boston Marathon has inspired me.
I remember when my friends first asked if I wanted to do the 1/2 marathon with them. My instant response without even thinking about it was "oh no I could never do that." I also remember the night I changed my mind and quite frankly kinda changed my life. Up until I finished my 1/2, I also always said "I could never run a marathon." In the past, when talking with other runners about the Boston Marathon I've always immediately without thinking said, "oh no I could never do that." Hello! Have I learned nothing! Stop telling yourself what you "CAN'T" do!!! I don't really have a desire to travel all the way to Boston, BUT, I can stay right where I'm at and qualify. So there you have it folks. My new goal is to some day qualify for Boston. Crazy!!!!!!!!!! Now, that being said, I am a mom first, and Mrs. Incredible 2nd. And the older you get, the easier the qualifying time is. So I very well may be 65 years old when I qualify. But qualify I will. :)
But first, just a little FYI for any of my family and friends who may not be as familiar with the sport of running.
The Boston Marathon is THE Marathon. In 1996 it set a record as the world's largest marathon with 38,708 entrants. It did NOT get that record because just ANYBODY can enter. NO SIR. In order to race in the Boston Marathon you must qualify. The qualifying time for my age bracket is 3 hours and 35 minutes. To put that into perspective for you, my goal for my first marathon this summer is to finish in 4 hours 35 minutes. So ya, only the best of the best runners run the Boston Marathon. Even if you never actually get to run it, just qualifying is a huge bragging right and something runners strive for. (More about that later.)
As I pondered the sad sad events a couple of quotes/sayings that I've seen before came to mind. The first is:
As I thought about the runners in Boston, I realized that for many of them, today "IS that day." There very well may be individuals who will no longer physically be able to do what they love after their injuries from the blast.
I've been fighting a cold going on 3 weeks now. I woke up this morning hacking up green gunk. (Too Much Information I know.) ANY other normal sane person would have said "Take a day off for goodness sake." But I LOVE to run. It makes me happy. It makes me feel good. This morning was no different. In fact, as far as my cold symptoms are concerned, I actually felt better while I was running. Didn't feel so darn congested and sickly. I felt alive, strong, and happy.
To conclude my thoughts on this subject I've decided something. A while a go I had a conversation with my love about what am I going to do after my marathon. I've been working towards and focusing on this goal for so long, I'm not going to know what to do with myself. I gotta have goals. I have to have something to work towards, to improve upon. But what? Well all this thinking about the Boston Marathon has inspired me.
I remember when my friends first asked if I wanted to do the 1/2 marathon with them. My instant response without even thinking about it was "oh no I could never do that." I also remember the night I changed my mind and quite frankly kinda changed my life. Up until I finished my 1/2, I also always said "I could never run a marathon." In the past, when talking with other runners about the Boston Marathon I've always immediately without thinking said, "oh no I could never do that." Hello! Have I learned nothing! Stop telling yourself what you "CAN'T" do!!! I don't really have a desire to travel all the way to Boston, BUT, I can stay right where I'm at and qualify. So there you have it folks. My new goal is to some day qualify for Boston. Crazy!!!!!!!!!! Now, that being said, I am a mom first, and Mrs. Incredible 2nd. And the older you get, the easier the qualifying time is. So I very well may be 65 years old when I qualify. But qualify I will. :)
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Tuckered Out
When we moved into this house the twins were 5 years old and it was definitely time to graduate them from toddler beds. They wanted bunk beds but how do you decide which twin gets the top bunk??? In my opinion you don't. So yes, we spoiled our children and bought 2 bunk beds so each one could sleep on a top bunk. The only trouble was they did not yet have the gross motor skills to climb up to the top bunk by themselves. So for 2 years, bunk bed or not, they slept on the bottom bunk. Then for their 7th birthday we moved them up to the top bunk.
I foolishly assumed it would likewise be at least another year or two before Shortcake would be able to make it up onto the girls beds. The trouble with that assumption is that I think Shortcake is two years old. She thinks she is seven.
Her new favorite thing to do is climb up E. Mae's ladder, crawl across her bed, straddle the rail and cross over to K. Rae's bed, then climb down K. Rae's ladder. Just like it's her own personal indoor playground. Blah! I will admit I am an overprotective worry wort. My heart rate increases every time I watch her do it!
Life was definitely a lot more boring before Shortcake came into our lives.
Whether she admits it or not, there is still a little bit of two year old in her. She still needs an afternoon nap every once in a while.
Bonus Photo: Food Art
Shortcake told me her graham cracker was a "piggy." It actually did kind of look like a piggy.
Just as cute as her edible creation is the outfit she created.
I foolishly assumed it would likewise be at least another year or two before Shortcake would be able to make it up onto the girls beds. The trouble with that assumption is that I think Shortcake is two years old. She thinks she is seven.
Her new favorite thing to do is climb up E. Mae's ladder, crawl across her bed, straddle the rail and cross over to K. Rae's bed, then climb down K. Rae's ladder. Just like it's her own personal indoor playground. Blah! I will admit I am an overprotective worry wort. My heart rate increases every time I watch her do it!
Life was definitely a lot more boring before Shortcake came into our lives.
Whether she admits it or not, there is still a little bit of two year old in her. She still needs an afternoon nap every once in a while.
Bonus Photo: Food Art
Shortcake told me her graham cracker was a "piggy." It actually did kind of look like a piggy.
Just as cute as her edible creation is the outfit she created.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
8 Can Taco Soup
I got sick of scrolling through my countless food-pins on Pinterst trying to find this particular recipe every month. So I'm posting it here as one of my go-to-recipes.
- 1 (15 oz.) can black beans, drained and rinsed
- 1 (15 oz.) can pinto beans, drained and rinsed
- 1 (14.5 oz.) can petite diced tomatoes, drained
- 1 (15.25 oz.) can sweet corn, drained
- 1 (12.5 oz.) can white chicken breast, drained
- 1 (10.75 oz.) can cream of chicken soup
- 1 (10 oz.) can green enchilada sauce
- 1 (14 oz.) can chicken broth
- 1 packet taco seasoning
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Snacks, Trumps, and a pair of Scissors
A very pleasant conference weekend is coming to a close. While at times, all of our "keyword" snacks CAN be a bit of a distraction, I feel it does help my twins stay motivated to pay attention. They are only 7. They stayed in the living room for 90% of the 8 broadcasted hours, and were sitting quietly for at least 75% of that. At times, they were telling me a word they heard that I had missed. And proof that they were hearing more than just individual words, was a comment from E. Mae. A member of the Primary General Presidency told a story of a little boy who was lost in a fabric store. They were finally able to find the boy when they called his name quietly instead of loudly and franticly. E. Mae said, "That was a good story." If that's not paying attention to conference I don't know what is.
And if nothing else, I find myself not nodding off and not watching the clock wondering when it will be over.
There were several talks that I really enjoyed, but I think my favorite quote this time around was from Jeffrey R. Holland when he said,
In that same talk Elder Holland also said this:
As the Sunday morning session came to a close, beautiful images of Temple Square were shown. These images triggered memories from 20 years ago! (Geepers! 20 years is a LONG time. If I didn't know better I'd feel "old" or something.) I decided I wanted to "blog" these memories and thoughts while I still remember them.
The images of the Salt Lake temple brought back memories from when I first gained a testimony of the temple.
I remember a sleepover at a friends house. We were were talking about our hopes and dreams and plans for our future. Traits we wanted our future prince charmings to have, that sort of thing. "Where" we wanted to get married came up. My friend had a particular temple picked out. I did not. I told her getting married in the temple would be nice and all, but if it didn't work out, that was okay too. I was very young and I had not yet gained a testimony of the importance of setting that foundation for a marriage.
Some time later, (days, weeks, months, years, I really have no idea how much later it was), I was reading a New Era magazine. I came across this mormonad:
As I looked at that picture, I felt something. Something I did not yet have a whole lot of personal experience with. I felt good. I felt a strong good feeling.
I continued to read the magazine and came to another picture. Try as I might I could not find the exact picture, but it looked very similar to this:
As I looked at that picture I felt it again. No mistaking this time. It wasn't just a coincidence. It was one of my first recognizable whisperings from the Holy Ghost. Telling me that this place was important and that it was a place I wanted to be.
I never wanted to forget what the spirit had whispered to me. So I grabbed a pair of scissors and quite possibly went a little overboard. Not only did I cut out those 2 pictures and hang them on my wall, but I went through every church magazine my family had accumulated over the years and page by page by page, searched for pictures of the temple. Cut each one out and hung them on my bedroom wall.
Looking back on it now, I will admit that my finished product looked a little funny. This is a picture of my room as a teenager:
What came to affectionately be known as my "temple wall" is the wall on the right. If you look very closely you can see that original mormonad in the upper right hand corner. I look at this picture now, sigh, smile, and shake my head. My "temple wall" would have looked 100% more beautiful without my black and yellow paint splatter as a background. But what can I say. I was a teenager.
I have a spot for a new "temple wall" picked out in our home, but I have not yet finished printing and framing and hanging this project. I hope that some day soon I will be blogging a picture of my new "temple wall." Minus the black and yellow paint.
And if nothing else, I find myself not nodding off and not watching the clock wondering when it will be over.
There were several talks that I really enjoyed, but I think my favorite quote this time around was from Jeffrey R. Holland when he said,
"What we know will always trump what we do not know."
I like that a lot. It reminded me of a conversation I had with a dear dear friend who no longer believes as I do. We were out for an evening walk, talking about her concerns and unanswered questions. As we talked I listened to everything she said and genuinely considered each issue. I tried to decide how I truly felt about each of her points and concerns. While there were things I felt I had an answer for, there were also things for which I had no answer. No explanation. No logical reasoning for my belief. But that night I realized the difference between the two of us. (I told her this that night too.) Neither of us had all the answers, but the difference between the two of us, was that I was peacefully content in not understanding everything now and trusting God in the mean time. She wanted explanations and answers now. Elder Holland's talk was far more eloquent than any words I gave my friend that night. In that same talk Elder Holland also said this:
Makes me smile. He deals with imperfections and so too should we. :)
As the Sunday morning session came to a close, beautiful images of Temple Square were shown. These images triggered memories from 20 years ago! (Geepers! 20 years is a LONG time. If I didn't know better I'd feel "old" or something.) I decided I wanted to "blog" these memories and thoughts while I still remember them.
The images of the Salt Lake temple brought back memories from when I first gained a testimony of the temple.
I remember a sleepover at a friends house. We were were talking about our hopes and dreams and plans for our future. Traits we wanted our future prince charmings to have, that sort of thing. "Where" we wanted to get married came up. My friend had a particular temple picked out. I did not. I told her getting married in the temple would be nice and all, but if it didn't work out, that was okay too. I was very young and I had not yet gained a testimony of the importance of setting that foundation for a marriage.
Some time later, (days, weeks, months, years, I really have no idea how much later it was), I was reading a New Era magazine. I came across this mormonad:
As I looked at that picture, I felt something. Something I did not yet have a whole lot of personal experience with. I felt good. I felt a strong good feeling.
I continued to read the magazine and came to another picture. Try as I might I could not find the exact picture, but it looked very similar to this:
As I looked at that picture I felt it again. No mistaking this time. It wasn't just a coincidence. It was one of my first recognizable whisperings from the Holy Ghost. Telling me that this place was important and that it was a place I wanted to be.
I never wanted to forget what the spirit had whispered to me. So I grabbed a pair of scissors and quite possibly went a little overboard. Not only did I cut out those 2 pictures and hang them on my wall, but I went through every church magazine my family had accumulated over the years and page by page by page, searched for pictures of the temple. Cut each one out and hung them on my bedroom wall.
Looking back on it now, I will admit that my finished product looked a little funny. This is a picture of my room as a teenager:
What came to affectionately be known as my "temple wall" is the wall on the right. If you look very closely you can see that original mormonad in the upper right hand corner. I look at this picture now, sigh, smile, and shake my head. My "temple wall" would have looked 100% more beautiful without my black and yellow paint splatter as a background. But what can I say. I was a teenager.
I have a spot for a new "temple wall" picked out in our home, but I have not yet finished printing and framing and hanging this project. I hope that some day soon I will be blogging a picture of my new "temple wall." Minus the black and yellow paint.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Conference Snacking Fun
This has become a tradition for our little family. Snacks to eat while you watch General Conference. The catch is you don't get one of those snacks until a speaker says the word on the front of the container. We choose different snacks and different words every year. Here is a break down of this years line up:
God - cheese cubes
("Heavenly Father" counts too)
children - chocolate chips
("child" or "kids" counts too)
Jesus Christ - cookie
(This is going to be a popular one so I cut them into 1/4s)
Joseph - fig newton
(Doesn't necessarily have to be Smith, any "Joseph" will count)
gospel - fishy crackers
baptism - fruit snacks
family - grapes
prayer - M&Ms
service - mandarin oranges
missionary - chocolate covered raisins
("mission" counts too)
thankful - strawberries
(cut those into 1/4s too, and I'm thinking "grateful" will count too)
testimony - vanilla wafers
(with a little Nutella to dip them in!)
* NOTE * Just from past experience, certain words will get eaten up completely while other words will end up never being said at all. So when a container gets emptied, the kids get to pick an item that isn't getting said and dump those treats into the one being said a lot.
So no, my kids will not eat 100 cookies over the course of 2 days.
E. Mae's suggestion: If the prophet says the word, you get 2 pieces, if someone else is speaking, you only get one. (Made me smile.)
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Simple Things
There are a lot of sad and scary things in this world.
Hymn #298 says "Home can be a heaven on earth."
I think I've begun to understand what this means. I'm so grateful that no matter what crazy awful things may be going on in this world, I'm able to find simple joy and peace for myself and for those that I love.
A song by Jim Brickman comes to mind.
I feel blessed far beyond what I deserve.
Hymn #298 says "Home can be a heaven on earth."
I think I've begun to understand what this means. I'm so grateful that no matter what crazy awful things may be going on in this world, I'm able to find simple joy and peace for myself and for those that I love.
A song by Jim Brickman comes to mind.
I feel blessed far beyond what I deserve.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Easter Memories '13
Just opened a package from Grandma and Grandpa Staley. THANK YOU!
Easter sticker fun with friends.
Shortcake wasn't looking at the camera in the picture of the 3 of them but this one totally makes up for it!!!!! I'm biased but stinking cute!!! Dang cute.
Gonna interject one of my Easter '13 memories from this year. Due to our rushed photo opp on our way out the door, I was desperate to get Shortcake to cooperate without a two-year-old-tantrum/dirty dress/red crying eyes. I promised her a piece of chocolate if she let mommy take her picture. Chocolate!!! That dress!!! What were you thinking!?! Ya I know. I figured I could just put it right in her mouth for her and there would be no chocolate on her hands or gloves or anything. (You can see where this story is going to go.)
So we get a great pic, my love loads the kids into the car while I run inside and get a piece of chocolate for each of the girls. At this point there is still a small chance we might not be late.
So our family of 5 is in our tiny car, froof, frills and ribbon in every direction. (I LOVE having a family of girls so I'm totally not complaining, just trying to create a visual.) As my love pulls out of the driveway onto the road I instruct the twins to take their gloves off and give them their piece of chocolate. (That was my mistake right there, but I'll come back to that later.) Then I put Shortcake's piece right in her mouth. . . . . . . .
Now anyone that might know Shortcake personally, knows she has been a strong willed little person since she was just a few months old. She knows what she wants and can NOT be swayed. Problem is, sometimes mom doesn't know what that little person had in mind.
So as I turn around to settle in for the drive Shortcake starts to scream. Not her usual "waaaah I'm not happy and don't like this" cry that I hear several times a day, but all out screaming something is really wrong. I whip back around and see she has not yet ingested that chocolate. It's balancing on the edge of her teeth and has increased it's mess making capabilities by like 1,000 because it it now swimming in a mouth full of chocolaty saliva that she refuses to swallow! (Frills in every direction remember.) Ahhhhh!! I'm desperately trying to figure out why she is screaming and tell my love to pull over. I eventually notice her continued refusal to swallow that chocolate. So I take it out of her mouth but she's still mad and upset and tries to get any residual chocolate out of her mouth - with her silky pink gloves on. Sigh. I was able to stop that in time and salvage the gloves with a baby wipe. Somehow despite the commotion, all 3 dresses were still chocolate free and we once again set off to church now guaranteed to be late. But she is still totally upset, unconsolable, and keeps saying she wants the chocolate. I'm stupid once but not stupid twice.
But nobody knows her like her mama and it hits me what her problem is. She wanted to take her gloves off and put her chocolate in her own mouth just like the twins did. !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was totally right and after we let her do that, she turned back into this:
That's my Shortcake. Such a strong spirit. Watch out world. Ain't nobody gonna get in the way of what she sets her mind too.
The friends we did our egg hunt with made these chocolate eggs for my girls. They were homemade hallow eggs filled with jelly beans. An artistic cooking challenge WAY beyond anything I would ever set out to do. But I'll admit, she inspired me. Maybe someday I will be creative and crazy and make something out of chocolate. Maybe. Either way the girls loved them and ate them in one sitting. They are each wearing one of my t-shirts so as not to dirty their dresses. (I know, I know, what is it with me and chocolate and these dresses!!!) These pictures were taken at about the 1/2 way point. By the time the eggs were completely gone there was even more chocolate on their faces and would have made an even better picture, but Shortcake was trying to take matters into her own hands and take the shirt off herself so I didn't get another picture.
Easter sticker fun with friends.
Ready to hunt.
Mission complete.
Staley family tradition. A reminder about what Easter really is.
There are always eggs that look way prettier, fancier, and more special than all the rest. One for each child. But when they open that egg they are empty. We talk about how this egg is to remind them of the Savior's tomb which was also empty. It was really well received this year. They all listened great and totally understood.
I knew that if I tried to take a picture after church they would all be tired and hungry and the fun novelty of the hat, gloves, and necklace would have worn off and there would be no getting Shortcake in a picture. So I grabbed a picture as fast as I could on our way out the door. We were a little late and walked in during the opening song but I got a pretty nice picture out of it so I'm happy. (Thank you again Grandma & Grandpa Staley, the girls look beautiful.)
Gonna interject one of my Easter '13 memories from this year. Due to our rushed photo opp on our way out the door, I was desperate to get Shortcake to cooperate without a two-year-old-tantrum/dirty dress/red crying eyes. I promised her a piece of chocolate if she let mommy take her picture. Chocolate!!! That dress!!! What were you thinking!?! Ya I know. I figured I could just put it right in her mouth for her and there would be no chocolate on her hands or gloves or anything. (You can see where this story is going to go.)
So we get a great pic, my love loads the kids into the car while I run inside and get a piece of chocolate for each of the girls. At this point there is still a small chance we might not be late.
So our family of 5 is in our tiny car, froof, frills and ribbon in every direction. (I LOVE having a family of girls so I'm totally not complaining, just trying to create a visual.) As my love pulls out of the driveway onto the road I instruct the twins to take their gloves off and give them their piece of chocolate. (That was my mistake right there, but I'll come back to that later.) Then I put Shortcake's piece right in her mouth. . . . . . . .
Now anyone that might know Shortcake personally, knows she has been a strong willed little person since she was just a few months old. She knows what she wants and can NOT be swayed. Problem is, sometimes mom doesn't know what that little person had in mind.
So as I turn around to settle in for the drive Shortcake starts to scream. Not her usual "waaaah I'm not happy and don't like this" cry that I hear several times a day, but all out screaming something is really wrong. I whip back around and see she has not yet ingested that chocolate. It's balancing on the edge of her teeth and has increased it's mess making capabilities by like 1,000 because it it now swimming in a mouth full of chocolaty saliva that she refuses to swallow! (Frills in every direction remember.) Ahhhhh!! I'm desperately trying to figure out why she is screaming and tell my love to pull over. I eventually notice her continued refusal to swallow that chocolate. So I take it out of her mouth but she's still mad and upset and tries to get any residual chocolate out of her mouth - with her silky pink gloves on. Sigh. I was able to stop that in time and salvage the gloves with a baby wipe. Somehow despite the commotion, all 3 dresses were still chocolate free and we once again set off to church now guaranteed to be late. But she is still totally upset, unconsolable, and keeps saying she wants the chocolate. I'm stupid once but not stupid twice.
But nobody knows her like her mama and it hits me what her problem is. She wanted to take her gloves off and put her chocolate in her own mouth just like the twins did. !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was totally right and after we let her do that, she turned back into this:
The friends we did our egg hunt with made these chocolate eggs for my girls. They were homemade hallow eggs filled with jelly beans. An artistic cooking challenge WAY beyond anything I would ever set out to do. But I'll admit, she inspired me. Maybe someday I will be creative and crazy and make something out of chocolate. Maybe. Either way the girls loved them and ate them in one sitting. They are each wearing one of my t-shirts so as not to dirty their dresses. (I know, I know, what is it with me and chocolate and these dresses!!!) These pictures were taken at about the 1/2 way point. By the time the eggs were completely gone there was even more chocolate on their faces and would have made an even better picture, but Shortcake was trying to take matters into her own hands and take the shirt off herself so I didn't get another picture.
And last but not least, we decorated eggs. All in all, we are very blessed and had a happy Easter.
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