Captain Underpants

For the last two weeks or so, Monte has been reading to Stephen at night to help fulfill a homework requirement. They started out with some Dr. Seuss stuff, and Junie B. books (which I personally loathe beyond all reasonable understanding), but lately, they've progressed into the "Captain Underpants" series by Dav Pilkey. At first it was just Monte and Stephen. But they laughed and laughed so much, it lured Mason in to the room to pile into the big purple chair with two other people just to see what all the hubbub was about. Now Mason reads with his dad and brother every night, even though Captain Underpants really isn't 4th grade reading material (it's more like 4th grade writing material! I kid, it's actually funny.)

So like moths to a flame, everyone wants to read with daddy now. Even Peyton stops by during his endless walkabouts around the house to find out why even the big guy is giggling.



He is giggling, because the name of the book is Captain UNDERPANTS! UNDERPANTS!!!!!!! Apparently, if you are a boy there is no law of diminishing comedic returns when it comes to saying the word underpants. It's funny every. single. time.

My Sweet Little Boy

Stephen: "Mom, when can I marry you?"
Mom: "Marry me?"
Stephen: "Yeah, you know, when I get bigger."
Mom: "That sounds great, but you'll probably want to marry some other girl when you get bigger."
Stephen: "No I wont. I want to stay here and live with you when I get bigger. Me and daddy and Mason and Peyton should all stay here with you."

What started out as a cute and sweet mom and boy moment turned into visions of adult children living with me forever in my basement. Aaaaaaahhhhh!

Nah, it was still cute. Until some little girl flounces in and takes his heart away from me. Forever.

Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

Tasty Kitchen Indeed

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Ree Drummond (a.k.a. Pioneer Woman) has just launched a recipe website called Tasty Kitchen. I know, right? With a billion recipe sharing websites out there (okay, maybe not that many, but there are several, trust me), why, oh why, does Pioneer Woman take time from her insanely busy life to start one?

Molten Chocolate Cake, baby, that's why. Apparently her deal with the devil that allows for raising and homeschooling four kids, participating in a working cattle ranch, taking pictures of everything that moves and some stuff that doesn't, and publishing her own cookbook available on Amazon, WITHOUT an Oprah sized team of underlings or super powers (that we've been able to detect) . . . also gives her inside access to recipe conveyed heaven like the one I've shared above.

It took me a couple of tries to get this Chocolate personification of pure joy to turn out okay, and even then I don't always do it just right, but seriously, they taste good enough I don't even care and I end up eating the over toasted ones. My sister had me make them three times for her while she was here, and my friend Susie said they were really good, and Susie knows her really good food, being married to and being herself also, an amazingly great cook.

If you're feeling blue, give these a shot. I swear after you eat one, whatever was bothering you will be shoved so far to the back of your mind you wont be able to find it again for at least an hour, maybe more.