Day 1252 | These Boys
/I just love them, you know. These boys.
I just love them, you know. These boys.
Nothing gets me in the holiday spirit (even if it's a bit early) like Chex Mix. The smell of it cooking + the taste immediately bring me back to my grandma and grandpa's house on Christmas Eve where the only thing more anticipated than the gifts was my mom's Chex Mix (and Aunt Pam's cutout cookies, obviously).
When I had to come up with a contribution to Chase's school bake sale, this salty treat immediately popped in my head. I hope others love it as much as we do!
Ingredients
Directions
Special Note
If I had my way, I'd add Wheat Chex to this mix (three cups of each kind), but the people have spoken and Wheat Chex are not a welcome addition.
It's that time of year again: Grandpa Paul called the boys down to help with cookie baking. I'm not sure they *helped* much but they definitely added some excitement to the evening.
I will note that Robbe managed to leave a little bit of the flour on the counter. Surprising, I know.
Our second 4-H meeting and the boys are already raking in the awards. As a prize for coming to their first two meetings and maybe, just maybe, because they are the youngest and super adorable, the boys received the Spirit Cup full of candy. This probably goes without saying...they were more than a little excited.
This guy loves them. I wish I shared just a smidgen of his enthusiasm.
There's some back story here.
Last week, Chase came home from school upset because one of his classmates, let's call him Joe, wouldn't do partner work with him. And he used some pretty forceful language to let Chase know he wasn't interested. Chase, and his sensitive soul, was hurt and confused because usually Joe loved doing this work with him and Chase really enjoyed working with Joe.
Chase came home, told me about the bummer of a encounter and I suggested that perhaps Joe was having a bad day and, although it hurt your feelings, it was important to not take it personally. I told him that if/when someone says something hurtful to him again, to try to respond with something kind.
Flash forward to yesterday. Chase once again asked Joe if he wanted to do this partner work with him. (Let me say I was already so impressed by just this sweet gesture.) Much to my dismay, Joe declined and once again (although not quite as roughly as the first time around) said some unkind words to our sweet boy. Instead of getting upset, Chase said to Joe, "That's ok. But if you ever want to work with me, I would really like that." (or something similar).
Can you handle it? Talk about a proud parenting moment! To reenforce this amazing behavior, I offered Chase an unprecedented afternoon activity: he could choose a super special afternoon snack or a trip to the dollar store to pick out whatever he wanted. He chose the dollar store (hence the photo) and a pair of slinkies as his reward. Obviously what everyone would do.
I'm crazy proud of this little guy.
Chris and I have been committing to a weekly date night [in] for the last month or so. Instead of tv watching or laundry folding, we enjoy a board game and chat (often times a glass of wine is also consumed...and tonight Oreos joined the party!). It's been really lovely. I find myself looking forward to the special night of laughing with my husbanf and avoiding my to do list all day long.
Yesterday was laundry baskets. Today's favorite activity (and it's been going strong for a few days now): racing these Playmobil cars. The boys can't get enough of guessing who the winner is going to be, watching them crash, declaring rewards for each driver, and the winding them up and doing it all again. The big lesson learned, though, is pad your walls with something (we use couch cushions) or you're going to end up with lasting marks on the trim to go along with the lasting memories.
Who knew laundry baskets could be so much fun? Throughout the course of the afternoon, they were cars, movie theaters, jails, tipping boats, beds...you get the idea. All you need is a good friend, a laundry basket (or two), and your imagination.
Seriously, sleep regressions are no joke. Mary Catherine and I relive some of what our little ones went through and the offer tidbits of hope we gleaned along the way. Take a listen...
You know it was an exciting weekend when the Superhero Power Party recap gets pushed into Monday.
The Children's Museum of Eau Claire put on a great event and the whole family had a blast. Chris and Chase went last year but Robbe and I were newbies. Thank goodness we had our veterans there to show us around--there was just so much to see and do.
Some highlights included:
The Power Party was a complete hit (again!) for our super hero fans. We'll be on the lookout for next year's date!
My dad and Chris took the boys on a whirlwind 23-hour adventure to the hunting cabin yesterday. It's hard to say who was more excited: the boys or my dad. And, luckily, the cabin didn't disappoint. Here's how they spent their time:
You might be wondering how I spent this glorious 23-hours with nothing on my schedule (they didn't know they were going until last minute). Well, let me tell you:
Man, "glorious" days sound really lame when you're a parent. I'm ok with it, though. It's been a long time (maybe the first time since having a baby) that I was home for an extended period of time with nothing filling my time. Maybe it's lame, but there's something to be said for appreciating the down time.
My nieces rocked the stage tonight. The energy, enthusiasm, and grace they exuded during the performance was exactly what I would have expected from them. Glad I could be there! Congrats on a job well done, ladies.
Check out the concentration on these two. The masterpieces were quite impressive.
My mom dug this treasure out of the basement the other day and it was a huge hit. It was the longest game of battleship ever (I don't think Chase fully grasped the concept and Robbe enjoyed creative freedom when placing the pegs), but Chris and my dad were good sports so they managed to actually finish a game. It was impressive.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
**Side note: that's Robbe at 7:34am without any sugar.
I hope you all had as much fun on this Halloween night as our scientist and spider did! It was a bit cold here in Wisconsin (the coldest on record, as a matter of fact), but that didn't damper our spirits. The boys had a total blast visiting with neighbors, helping grandma hand out candy, and making the rounds in my hometown.
I'm fairly certain we have enough sweets to last until next Halloween. That's going to be a fun battle for the next week.
Enjoy a few extra photos for the special occasion:
it was a busy weekend but we managed to get our pumpkins carved...just in time. This year's requests: Chase wanted a mummy and Robbe asked for a vampire. My mom opted for a traditional pumpkin face. I think they all go well together.
For a Halloween throw-back, take a peek at our past masterpieces:
Last night was my 15 year class reunion. Seriously...how is that possible? Aside from a rough morning after, I'd say the evening was a big success. I only graduated with about 65 people (most of whom were in my class for all 14 years!) so we weren't expecting a huge crowd, but we had a decent turnout and a fun group.
And, because this is what I do...
I was planning a really lovely fall-related post today and then this happened. Apparently we're moving onto the next season already. I'm not ready, for the record.
I've been talking a lot about my DC friends lately. I don't think I've given the appropriate shout outs to my new(ish) EC friends, though! Sorry, ladies. We've been here for just over a year and I couldn't be luckier to have found a bunch of funny, kind, generous ladies to lean on all the time.
I can't offer a fancy collage of these ladies (turns out you never take photos when you're not on vacation), but know that I'm beyond grateful for all of you.
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