Chocolate Chip Cookie Confession

I major heart chocolate chip cookie dough! In a big way. Or at least I did. So, about 5 or 6 years ago, while at Sam's Club, I had a brilliant idea to buy some cookie dough to keep on hand whenever we had friends over. I wanted to be a good hostess and have something to serve my guests. I don't know where I got that from. If anyone knew about my plan for goodies and looked in that 5 pound tub about a month later would have thought that Manly Man and I were the COOLEST people ever in the 'Boro! Man, that cookie dough was at least half gone, in only 30 days! That is a lot of cookies!!! Which means a lot of friends!!!
What is really meant is that I was a closet compulsive eater! It was there. I ate it. Raw. By the spoonful! When home alone. While Manly Man was in the bathroom. Whenever. Thinking back now, I think that this is when I first started to realize that I was a closet over-eater or maybe this is about the time that it started. Hmmm....
When I finally confessed to Manly Man what I had done, he suggested that I throw it away. Do what???? I was NOT going to waste money! But then I realized later that I needed to do just that and did. So, me and chocolate chip cookie dough...a very bad love-to-eat-you-hate-the-pounds-you-cause relationship bloomed!
Fast forward to yesterday. With the looming TS Hanna headed our way on Friday (by the way, we did fine...no problems whatsoever...pray for those in the path of Ike though!) the munchies set in. I got the chips covered. I almost got the sweets covered too, but decided not to. Then Manly Man went to the store and I suggested something sweet...you know, so I could blame him for it being in the house. He came home with the ginormous roll of chocolate chip cookie dough. We made a few cookies. Yesterday, I ate some raw cookie dough. Not a lot here, but enough for about 3 cookies. During that last slice, I noticed something. It makes my tongue feel weird. Really weird. Like prickly or something. I can honestly say that I don't like raw chocolate chip cookie dough! What an amazing blessing, for my health and for honoring the Lord!
Now, if I could just not like them baked!

Quick Update

We are hunkering down for TS Hanna, potentially Hurricane Hanna here in SE North Carolina. I will update later to let you know how we faired. A tropical storm might not seem like much, or even a cat one hurricane for that matter, but sustained winds of 70 miles an hour are nothing to sneeze at. I am sure we will be fine, and I am thankful that Manly Man won't be called back to work until at least Saturday afternoon, if at all.

And, I am feeling a little better since my last post. Thank you for your prayers!

Caro, you can try to call. If I can talk I will, if not, I won't. How profound right? Be safe driving...you will be having some wind, girl.

Wordless Wednesday

Please say a prayer for me. I am really having a tough day and just kind of want to walk out of the door for a few hours. But that would require me to leave the children home alone. I am afraid they might burn the house down while I was gone. Questioning our decision to home school today. A few moments of questioning being a mom. Please say a prayer for me.

Labor Day!

We really know how to live it up here! We even had school on Labor Day! Oh the horror! Call the police! See how exciting our day is? Manly Man is at work, so I figured we might as well have school and then play. The play was good. The boys have played really well together. School, not so great today. I was really frustrated with Jacob today because he was distracting Jonathan A LOT! I have to find something different to do with him. Maybe I need to start playing with him first, and then doing some school work with Jonathan. Any ideas of what to do with a distracting 3 year old???

PS...so excited that I finally figured out how to successfully post a video!!!

The Birth of a Train Ice Cream Cake

I must really love this my oldest boy! This truly was a labor of love. There are a lot of things I would do differently, and I think that I hope that I have a chance to do it again! Jonathan said "Thanks Mommy for making me an ice cream train cake. I'm going to love it!". That made it all worth it!

(You can click on the picture and it will enlarge it so you can see it better.)

Grab The Tissues

My mom emailed me this video today. I have seen this team highlighted on the Ironman coverage on TV. I leave you with one question...is there something that, if you child dreamed of being able to do but couldn't, that you wouldn't find a way to make happen?

Happy Birthday Sweet Baby J

Manly Man (that would be your dad) and I love you very much and hope that you have the best day ever! Your birth was our second best ever! I came up with "Sweet Baby J" when you were a few days old. We continued with that name and eventually shortened it to "J." Then Jacob came along and "J" was a little confusing for you I think. You are still my Sweet Baby J. I feel all gushy thinking about your birthday. You didn't want to come out...you were snug as a bug. But when you made your appearance into the world, you came out in style, with the coolest hair ever! It was highlighted and spiky! I instantly fell in love with you. What mother doesn't? You were really cute though. So cute that I was almost a little nervous about your brother being born! (Love you Jakey!) You melted my heart instantly. When we picked your name, we wanted you to be a loyal friend, just as Jonathan was to David. I can see already that you will love fiercely and will fight when an injustice is done, to you or someone you know. You have that passion in you. And so young. It must frustrate you at times, that you don't know how to handle it all right now...but you will. God will use you, if you will let him.

I could snuggle up to you any time, even though you hate it. I love that when you are sick, only I can make it some what better...no one else. I love the way you tell me that you love me. I love it when you hug me. I hope that one day, you will look at me with a great sense of love and a little pride.
Now, on to the embarrassment...

Happy Fifth Jonathan! We love you!