Surprise, Surprise, Surprise - UPDATE

These arrived by mail today.

They are a surprise for my hubby!

I love giving surprises...but I am not good at waiting to give the surprise.

He is originally from Maryland and grew up eating these.

Just recently he got a hankerin' for them.

He can't remember a lot of details about them.

He just keeps saying "I used to eat these butterscotch cakes...I think they are called Crumpets." He also thought they were made by Hostess.

Every time we are in any kind of store that has food, he looks for them.

I have never seen or heard of them. I grew up in the south, we live in the south. I had no clue what he has been going on and on about.

So, unbeknown to him I did a little internet research...and found Butterscotch Krimpets made by Tastykakes.

I ordered two boxes. Cause I like my man to be happy!

I have been praying he won't look at the bank account online and ask me about the payment to Blair candy. Cause' I might of had to lie to him. I really wanted to keep it a secret.

I wanted to keep it a secret so much so that, he has a whole lot of family still in the MD/PA area that could have bought these and sent them to me much cheaper; but I was so afraid someone would let the cat out of the bag though.

So, they arrived today, and I am so excited and can hardly wait to give them to him. So much so that I emailed him at work and told him I have a surprise. I even suggested he might want to come on home. I am so bad! I can't stand waiting to give the surprise.

It's 2:oo in the afternoon and he's on his way home. I finally convinced him to come home. My hubby NEVER leaves work early. He RARELY calls in sick. Oh I am so bad!! I just can't wait!!!

He will be here soon. Hopefully I can get a picture of him when he sees them!!
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UPDATE:

Well, he arrived home.

I made him go sit at the table and close his eyes.

Then I sat the boxes in front of him and once I had my camera ready I allowed him to open his and I took two pictures as fast as I could.

Here they are...


To say the least, he was very excited. They are exactly what he used to eat as a kid.

He wanted to know just WHERE did I finally find them. I told him the internet is a great thing.

People even sells these on ebay. I did not obtain them from Ebay. I found them at the Blair Candy Co.

So if you are from up north and remember eating these as a kid and can't find them in the south or wherever it is you are now. Don't fret, you can order them online.

I love surprising my hubby!

Goin' Huntin' and Drive bys

Little man got up the other morning and came out of his room like this...

He then announced..."Mom, I'm goin' huntin', I'll be back.

I said "Oh really, what are you huntin' for?

He said, "see my hat (John Deere hat), it has a deer, that means I am going deer huntin' "

I said "OHHHHH, I see"

Wow, now that he explained it, it all makes sense. Now, if only all the other hunters all over the world knew that when they are hunting for deer they are supposed to be wearing their John Deere hat. Should I tell him now, or wait and let him figure it out on his own?

I'll wait. Cause he's just too stinkin' cute.

In the picture with him would be Winchester. That is his gun, it's not real. But he talks about Winchester as if he is a person. Winchester has to sleep by his bed at night. Winchester makes noise like a real gun and smokes like a real gun. This was a Christmas present from Poppy.

He just can't understand why I won't let him take it inside places when we go like say to, church, the store etc. I try to explain to him that Winchester might scare some people.

Then the other day we are driving down the road and he had brought Winchester along for the ride. When I suddenly realize that he has his window rolled down and is pointing Winchester out the window and "shooting" it.

I freaked.

I started hollering at him, "get that gun in the window", "roll your window up."

I was waiting for police to start coming from all over and pull me over. I could just hear them telling me that people were calling 911 reporting my vehicle with a gun hanging out the window. Can you just see the headline in the newspaper, "Local Mom has 4 year old handling gun in drive bys."

Gotta love that boy!

Fro Me to You - Crack the Latch

In January, we had a Rodeo for my sons 4th birthday.

You can read about that here, if you care.

One of the "events" was stick horse racing around bales of hay.

Since all grown men are little boys at heart, two of the dads decided they were going to race.

Well one of those dads happens to be the father of MY children.

Yeah, the big guy on the left riding the tiny stick horse, with the way too small cowboy hat; yeah that's him.
And you know what, I love him all the more for it.

Know what else??

He won!

P.S. For those not acquainted with cowboy lingo...."crack the latch" is the term cowboys say when they are ready for the gate to be open when they are bull riding in a rodeo.

Now go join the fun at The Glamorous Life Association. Show Marcie some love!! Thanks for taking over the hosting of this fun carnival Marcie!

Surprise, Surprise, Surprise

These arrived by mail today.

They are a surprise for my hubby!

I love giving surprises...but I am not good at waiting to give the surprise.

He is originally from Maryland and grew up eating these.

Just recently he got a hankerin' for them.

He can't remember a lot of details about them.

He just keeps saying "I used to eat these butterscotch cakes...I think they are called Crumpets." He also thought they were made by Hostess.

Every time we are in any kind of store that has food, he looks for them.

I have never seen or heard of them. I grew up in the south, we live in the south. I had no clue what he has been going on and on about.

So, unbeknown to him I did a little internet research...and found Butterscotch Krimpets made by Tastykakes.

I ordered two boxes. Cause I like my man to be happy!

I have been praying he won't look at the bank account online and ask me about the payment to Blair candy. Cause' I might of had to lie to him. I really wanted to keep it a secret.

I wanted to keep it a secret so much so that, he has a whole lot of family still in the MD/PA area that could have bought these and sent them to me much cheaper; but I was so afraid someone would let the cat out of the bag though.

So, they arrived today, and I am so excited and can hardly wait to give them to him. So much so that I emailed him at work and told him I have a surprise. I even suggested he might want to come on home. I am so bad! I can't stand waiting to give the surprise.

It's 2:oo in the afternoon and he's on his way home. I finally convinced him to come home. My hubby NEVER leaves work early. He RARELY calls in sick. Oh I am so bad!! I just can't wait!!!

He will be here soon. Hopefully I can get a picture of him when he sees them!!

Pierced

On Saturday my sweet girl announced she was ready to get her ears pierced.

We have tried this once before and well...we left with one hole in one ear.

I know, I know, I should have had them do them both at the same time. I would have, had there been two employees in the store that day to do so.

Allow me to digress for a moment and tell a really cool story about the first piercing.

It was a Saturday back in October. Not just any Saturday, it was actually the Saturday my mother-in-law passed away. I had put my husband on a plane that morning to go be with his family. ( I flew in later to be with him for viewings and funeral, you can read about that cool story here) The kids were needing some things for an upcoming trip, so we headed to the mall.

We had talked about getting her ears pierced before,when one of her cousins went and got theirs done. We always told her whenever she thought she was ready and would like to do it, she could. In the south, it's a big deal to get an infants ears pierced. The hubby and I said from the beginning, that we would let her decide when and if she ever wanted to. I personally would not want someone putting holes in my body without my permission. Plus, I work for doctors, who told me about cases of infections from ear piercings in infants that got so bad, they became internal and caused an infection in the brain. So, basically that cleared up any questions for me about it.

So we are at the mall, and I mention to her that the store where you get your ears pierced is in the mall. She got all excited and said she wanted to do it. I said, well let's call daddy and run it by him and let him know. So I called my husband who is with his family, his mom had passed away early that morning. I tell him what's going on and that Sissy would like to get her ears pierced and we just wanted to make sure that it was alright we did it without him. He was very quiet...I was like oh no...he's changed his mind about it. Then I realize he is crying. I said...what's wrong (other than the obvious). He said, Lisa (his sister) had just (right before I called) showed him a pair of earrings that his mom had left for Sissy. NOW, I am boohooing. It was a small pair of gold hearts that she wore all the time. It's actually the only pair I ever remember seeing her wear. So this made it so much more special. So we headed over to the store and prepare to get her ears pierced. The girl does one...and Sissy screams...and starts holding her other ear, saying NO, NO, NO. I talked and talked and talked...but she wouldn't have it. So we left with one hole in one ear.

Back to this past Saturday. We were all getting ready to head out for the day to run some errands. The earrings granny left for Sissy have been in a jewelry box in my jewelry armoire. She occasionally goes in there and looks at them. On Saturday I was in my closet getting dressed and she came in there. She picked up the box and looked at them. Then she turned to me and said, Mom I want to get my ears pierced today. Can I? I said, well we are going to the mall, so we'll see about it. (I didn't want to give her a definite yes, in case, only one employee was there again)

This time it was a success! She was so brave. She said it didn't hurt at all. She's a little bummed she can't change earrings for 4 weeks. But she is very excited. She has said over and over, I love my new ears. :o)

The Price of Children

I received this by email today. I don't normally post this kind of stuff, but today this really resonated with me.
Sometimes our jobs as moms can be so repetitious. I think we could all use a reminder of what an awesome job we have.

The Price of Children

The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140.00 for a middle income family. Talk about price shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition.

But $160,140.00 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates into:
* $8,896.66 a year,
* $741.38 a month,
* $171.08 a week.
* A mere $24.24 a day!
* Just over a dollar an hour.

Still, you might think the best financial advice is: don't have children if you want to be 'rich.' Actually, it is just the opposite.

What do you get for your $160,140.00?
* Naming rights. First, middle, and last!
* Glimpses of God every day.
* Giggles under the covers every night.
* More love than your heart can hold.
* Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.
* Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies.
* A hand to hold usually covered with jelly or chocolate.
* A partner for blowing bubbles and flying kites.
* Someone to laugh yourself silly with, no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day.

For $160,140.00, you never have to grow up. You get to:
* finger-paint,
* carve pumpkins,
* play hide-and-seek,
* catch lightning bugs,
* never stop believing in Santa Claus.

You have an excuse to:
* keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh,
* watch Saturday morning cartoons,
* go to Disney movies, and
* wish on stars.

You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for Father's Day.

For a mere $24.24 a day, there is no greater bang for your buck. You get to be a hero just for:
* retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof,
* taking the training wheels off a bike,
* removing a splinter,
* filling a wading pool,
* coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and
* coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream regardless.


You get a front row seat in history to witness the:
* First step,
* First word,
* First bra,
* First date,
* First time behind the wheel.

You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren and great-grandchildren. You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match..

In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there under God. You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits, so one day they will, like you, love without counting the cost. That is quite a deal for the price!!!!!!!