Friday, June 22, 2012

Ice Cream Delight

I don't share many recipes on this little blog of mine.  (In fact, have I ever shared ANY?!)  Probably because I'm a bit of a disaster in the kitchen.  (Remember this post?)  I can't really cook, and when I make a valiant effort to do so, I tank.  I bomb.  I fail.  I flop.  I am definitely a work in progress.  Cooking well is my Everest, and I am determined to summit!

Luckily, I have help.  A dear friend of mine has a scrumptious recipe blog, with some fairly easy and delicious recipes--a few of which I have tried to tackle.  Another dear friend gave me the Pioneer Woman's cookbook for my birthday.  (Do you know Ree?  Don't you just LOVE her?!)  These talented women are like my Sherpas, and one day I'll get there!  I'll "scale the rocky face" of "making a rue."  Until then, I'm starting slow and keeping it simple.

For example...

I recently created my very own delightful dessert.  It is super easy to make.  My recipe (har, har) only requires two ingredients!  Two!  Easy peasy.

First, you need a carton of vanilla ice cream and those sinful "Berry Burst Ice cream" Oreos.  (A hilarious friend of mine once expressed her sentiment for those cookies perfectly:  "They are so good I swear they're made in Satan's kitchen!"  HA!!)  They are wicked good, y'all.


Next, get a big bowl (you'll want a big bowl) from your cupboard.  Place two or three or six Oreos in the bottom of the bowl and mash them up with a spoon.


Thirdly, grab your ice cream and start scooping!  Scoop an Everest-sized mound of ice cream into that big bowl of yours.  Go "scoop crazy!"

Lastly, place two or three or six Oreos on top of all that ice cream.  Mash them up with a spoon.  And guess what?!  You are done!



NOW SNARF IT!  Oh ma gosh.  It is soooooooo good.  Trust me, you are going to want to try this one.  It's my new favorite bedtime snack.  Or breakfast.  I'm certain you'll love it.

Oh...and you're welcome!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Pizza In A Can?!

I really hate to brag, but.....I think my kid might be a creative genius.


Girlfriend's got a knack for songwriting!  I once overheard her singing the following while taking a bath:

Pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza.
Pizza can.  Pizza can.
Pizza la, pizza loo, pizza la dee da dee doo.
Pizza in a can.  It's a treat.  Pizza can, a treat to eat.
Pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza.
Pa-pa pizza.  Pa-pa pizza.
Pizza can.  Pizza can.
Hail to the pizza.  Hail to the pizza.
Pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza.

PIZZAAA IN AAAA CAAAAN!

See?  Creative.  Genius.  Not only did she make up a catchy jingle about pizza when she was three-years-old, she INVENTED a whole new pizza product.  (At least, I think it's new...)  Pizza in a can.  Brilliant, right?  (Or...gross?)  For days I considered calling "the people" at Pizza Hut.  And by "people," I mean our usual delivery guy, Danny.  James thought this was a wacky idea: 

"What could Danny do?"

"I'm sure he knows people, James."

"He's SIXTEEN!  He works part time!  Aleisha, he's still in HIGH SCHOOL!"

McHubby is a hater.

I considered emailing "the people" at Pizza Hut.  And by "people," I mean whoever the heck answers the emails sent from the "Contact Us" button on pizzahut.com.  I drafted my message in my head while I did the dishes.  I thought about all the eye-catching things I could write in my message while I folded the laundry.  I went as far as thinking I could attach a video to my email--a nifty little clip of Ms. Lilly singing her pizza jingle while promoting her pizza invention.  Alas, after several weeks of serious contemplation and scheming, I let my dreams of wealth and notoriety go.  Instead of using my daughter to climb the "ladder of success," I did the honorable thing...  I ordered a pizza.  Supreme.  Extra peppers.  A side of cheese sticks.

Since the "Pizza Can Jingle" days, Lilly has made up a number of quirky songs.  Combine her hilarity with her brilliance and the outcome is pretty zippy.  You get songs about magical cows and ice-cream; songs about zombies and getting married.  She sings a little ditty about being a maid; she once sung about having a witch for a mother.  (Too much Cinderella?)  She once rapped (yes, you read that right) for twenty minutes about the craziest stuff:  hair, dolphins, diarrhea.  Hands down, the BEST lines in her rap were, "I like to wiggle, and I like to jiggle."

Recently (and randomly), Lilly was singing a song she had made up about robots.  I jumped at the chance to film her.  She is hilarious!  As her doting mother, I celebrate her imagination.  I love how her kid brain works.  I adore her creativity.  I hope you do too:


And one day, when you're enjoying pizza in a can, I hope you'll think of me and my brown-eyed girl.

We'll be on our yacht.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

How Do You Do 32?

It was my thirty-second birthday this week.  I kicked off the celebration first thing in the morning... by plucking a couple of my chin hairs with my trusty tweezers!  (No.  I'm not kidding.  And it should also be noted that the plucking came right after I popped out my retainer and rinsed it in the sink.  I am a classy broad.)

So, how did I do thirty-two?  What did I do to celebrate the day of my birth?  Besides eat lots of cupcakes, wear a Wonder Woman t-shirt, and kiss my babies' faces off?

I enjoyed every minute!

       

Monday, June 11, 2012

Audrey Hepburn Was Smart

Earlier this week, I took a picture and posted it on Instagram.  (Side note:  Do you Instagram?  You can follow me at leishmcd, if you'd like!)  The picture received a hilarious response from a number of friends.  Immediately I thought, "I should blog about this!"  (Anyone surprised?)

Here's the picture I posted.  Warning:  It may scare you.  It may scare small children.  It may scare old ladies.  It may scare puppies and pretty little song birds.  You ready for it?  Here it is...


This, my friends, is what I woke up to one morning.  I rolled out of bed, walked into the bathroom, took one look at myself and thought, "You've got to be kidding me."  WHAT is my hair DOING?  Do I look like I've had a rough night?!

I stood in front of my messy sink--splattered with blue toothpaste and little kid spit--and took a real good look at myself.  The bedhead.  The scrubbed clean face.  The deep crease between my eyebrows.  The subtle "saggies" beneath my chin that indicate I'm "aging."  The scars, the spots, the pimples.  The lines in my neck.  The splotchy chin.  That nose, that nose, that nose!

I admit I felt a tad glum as I thought, "Wow, Aleisha, you are NOT a pretty girl!"  I snapped that picture (because the kooky bedhead was kind of funny), rinsed out the sink, and left the mirror behind.  I didn't even bother to comb/tame my hair.

Walking into the kitchen, I greeted my pajama-clad children.  They were sitting at the table, playing with toys, waiting for me to feed them.  It wasn't long before I noticed their smiles and stares, obviously directed at my head.  Slowly and softly, Lilly began to giggle.  Cam grinned at me with "melt-your-heart" Mater teeth.


"What's so funny?  You guys like my hair?," I asked.

(Goofball chuckles and delirious squeals increased in volume!)

"It's crazy," Lilly answered.  "Cwazy, Ma," replied Cam.

I laughed right along with them and made funny faces, as I poured bowls of Froot Loops and Crunchy Nut cereal.  I sat between my two cackling kiddos, and thought of my favorite Audrey Hepburn quote:  "I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls."

That's when it smacked me in my bedhead head.

I am a pretty girl--sagging "chin flesh" and pimples and splotchy skin and creases and all--because I am a happy girl.  Hello!

Life is about being happy.  It's about seeing the good in the world around us.  It's about counting our blessings and accepting ourselves.  It's about loving ourselves and the people around us--no matter how messy they are, or if they like Elmo, or if they wear diapers!  It's about finding the joy in the every day.  It's about embracing the imperfections that make us so spectacularly unique.  It's about taking a look at ourselves and saying, "I am me.  I am okay.  I am enough."  

My kids and I ate our cereal.  We noisily slurped milk from our bowls.  We giggled.  We balanced our spoons on our noses.  My heart felt light as I looked at Camren and Lilly's faces...

And I thought, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Little Toes


Pretty little toes
On pretty little feet
Won't stay little forever.

Someday they'll grow
And before I know
They'll be off having a big adventure.

I won't be sad
When the dreams she has
Take her a little farther.

For wherever she goes
On her pretty woman's toes
She'll always be mine to treasure.