Me to Ethan as he is eating: “Try not to make a mess.”
Ethan: “It’s ok to make a mess because then you can just use corlox.”
Me: “What’s corlox?”
Ethan: “From TV.”
Me: “Which show?”
Ethan: “It’s not from a show, it’s from a commercial. The lady sprays the corlox and then cleans up the mess.” complete with spray bottle hand motion.
Me: “Oh, you mean clorox.” as I laugh and shake my head.
Ethan: “Yes.”
Me: Laugh and shake my head.
I just lit the oven on fire. I had to throw baking soda all over a brown sugar buttery mess that leaked all over the bottom of the oven. I have serious oven cleaning to do and the thought of just buying a new oven did cross my mind. I was going to make these tasty little treats for a baby shower I am going to. And they are tasty! I am going to post the recipe so you guys can try it if you like. I just have one recommendation: use a cookie sheet that has edges. I don’t know what I was thinking….
Saltine Toffee Cookies Servings: 35
Ingredients: 4 ounces saltine crackers 1 cup butter 1 cup dark brown sugar 2 cups semisweet chocolate chips 3/4 cup chopped pecans
Directions: 1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (205 degrees C). 2. Line cookie sheet with saltine crackers in single layer. 3. In a saucepan combine the sugar and the butter. Bring to a boil and boil for 3 minutes. Immediately pour over saltines and spread t cover crackers completely. 4. Bake at 400 degrees F (205 degrees C) for 5 to 6 minutes. Remove from oven and sprinkle chocolate chips over the top. Let sit for 5 minutes. Spread melted chocolate and top with chopped nuts. Cool completely and break into pieces.
They are delicious. I was going to make them minus the nuts. Oh well. If you make some, save me a few since I don’t know when I will give it a try again…gotta get the oven back in running order first.
Thanks for all your comments about the sink cleaning. I really appreciate it and it made me feel a little bit better.
First off, I clean the sink (with comet) once or twice a week. I don’t think this is over the top and I really would like to clean the sink and the counters every day, but I don’t seem to be able to find the time to do it most days. Now, we don’t have a dishwasher so I am constantly washing dishes and the sink is constantly being washed and sprayed and scrubbed with a scrubber and dish soap. But I don’t feel like that really cleans it.
The debate we were having was that Shane thought I was being a little obsessive by cleaning the sink with comet weekly. I don’t know how often he thinks it should be done, but apparently once a week is too often. I couldn’t believe that he thought I did it too often, so I just wanted to see what you guys thought.
And Andrew…where can I find myself a garden gnome?
Shane and I are having a little debate and I am hoping that those of you who read this can help me out a bit.
Would you please comment and tell me how often you clean the kitchen sink? And then also tell me how often you think you should clean it.
I am embarrassed to tell you how often I do it, but I think I should do it everyday. Maybe I won’t be so embarrassed to tell you after I see what you think. But, he thinks I do it too often and I don’t think I do it often enough.
Ethan went to the dentist today. I was kind of afraid to take him. He has been doing better lately, but after the broken leg incident, he was freaked out by anyone who messed with him. He would start losing it in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. His last few visits to the doctor have been ok, but you never know.
So, today was the day. And he did awesome. The hygienist said she has never had someone his age do so well. I thought they would get to count his teeth and that might be it. The kid let them take x-rays! They did everything they would have done at an adult’s visit and he didn’t bat an eyelash. AND! And he got bubble gum flavored polisher stuff. And strawberry flavored fluoride. And then three stickers, a flosser, a tooth brush, and a pencil. I was so relieved it went well. He is ready to go back again.
It was cool to see his x-rays. I didn’t realize you can see the adult teeth right there behind the baby ones. It was neat. I should’ve taken a picture of them.
I am just so happy he did so well and that it was a pleasant experience for all of us…hygienist included.
Last night, Ethan had one of those nights when he keeps asking for things or having something to tell me after he is in bed and supposed to be going to sleep.
His legs hurt…I will pray for them. He was thirsty…you’ll wet the bed. I forgot to take my contacts out….
I didn’t know what to say. You don’t wear contacts. He put them in this morning, apparently. It’s ok to leave them in is what I decided upon.
The kid cracks me up. If I had let him get up, I am sure he would have run into my bathroom and pretended to take them out and put them in the little holder, then ran right back into his room and jumped into bed. Too funny.
Probably about two months ago, I made a deal with Ethan. He had started biting his nails and I couldn’t do anything to get him to stop. I would try to stop him each time he did it and one day he told me he would just do it in his bed at night when I wasn’t looking. I didn’t know how I was going to get him to stop. Then, one day he was going on about how much he loves Chik-fil-a. He LOVES it. Not the food. He could care less about the food. It is their indoor playground. We have only been there a handful of times, but if Ethan had his way, we would be there every day. So, I told him if he stopped biting, we would go there to eat, on a date, and then he could go to Wal-Mart (which is right next door) and get a surprise of his choosing.
I never actually saw him bite his nails again and he was so excited about both things, but every time I checked his nails, there would be one or two that looked like they may have been chewed on a bit. Until Sunday. I checked them on Sunday and they all desperately needed to be cut. I was so happy for him and he was so proud. I told him to go show his dad and ask if he and I could go on our date that night. We had it all planned and at the last minute, he begged his dad and Tegan to go with us. It was so sweet!
So, we all head out to Chik-fil-a. We pull up. There are no cars. It’s dark. Turns out, Chik-fil-a is closed on Sundays. We tell Ethan and he is heartbroken. He cries. We tell him we will come another time and offer him other choices of places to go and include ice cream afterwards. He is beside himself. We force him to go to Wal-Mart to get a surprise (he chooses a playdough thingy) and head back out to the car. I ask him again where he would like to go…he just wants to go home.
So, in case you didn’t know, Chik-fil-a is closed on Sundays. It was a bummer and I felt so bad. He totally was over it, but I still felt really bad about it. But it was also kind of funny. I just hope he doesn’t start biting his nails again. I was shocked about how into it he was!
