As promised, the weekend gave a brilliant performance. Reminding us, just in case we forgot, what the weekends are for.
Weekends are for seeing friends we love.
Chris' college roommate and family stayed with us for a few days. The McGuire family, such a treat to be in their company. We hadn't seen them since Colorado so we were due for a visit.
Weekends are for ignoring the fact that they will go back home on Sunday, leaving us with sad hearts.
For now, a fabulous weekend has begun.
|Avin & Emma|
For bed jumping and dance parties.
|Turner, Emma, Avin...professional jumpers|
Weekends are for lazy afternoon naps gearing up for some Sooner magic. Little girls have important business, you know. Daddy needs to see those babies, so we load up and head to campus to see him. A sweet break from game day work.
Weekends are for saying no to house work and laundry, happily passing by the 4 foot pile in the laundry. No joke. It's leaning against the wall. And mama's not touching it until the weekend is over.
And Sunday recaps of the previous day's games. My wanna-be-sports-casting hubs busts out the facts on every player, their position, year in school, favorite cereal. I love this part of him. He brews with excitement and his voice goes up a notch when you get him talking.
And then he spies dessert. A classic go-to in the Doke house. We're simple folk. Gimme some cookie dough and a can of peanut butter and we're set. I went with the cookie cake tonight with our fav of the moment, peanut butter-butter cream icing with peanuts on top. I can't get away from this recipe right now.
Undercook that sucker by 4 minutes. Wait for it to cool and spread your icing, smoosh in the peanuts.
Goes fabulous with a glass of milk and some Sooner football.
Weekends are for letting your household of family and friends wake up to the smells of cinnamon and nutmeg, in Cinnamon French Toast Sticks.
Cinnamon French Toast Sticks
1 loaf cinnamon raisin bread
1 c. heavy cream or half/half
1 teas. vanilla
1/4 c. sugar
2 teas. cinnamon
1 teas. nutmeg
- 1/4 c. sugar
- 1 teas. cinnamon
- slice bread into sticks
- mix all ingredients
- throw some butta' on the griddle
- dip bread in batter, place on griddle
- sprinkle topping on uncooked side
You won't even need syrup, there's enough sugar and sweetness to knock you out.
****Weekends are for endless hours of play followed by grimy babes soaking in bubbles to end the lovely day.
Weekends are for the swells of love over my heart that whisper she belongs to me.
Girlfriend knows how big she is, she'll show you all day long. And every time she does, my heart taps into deep rooted gratitude that He has grown her as promised.
My heart is full.
|"How big is Alice?"...So BIG!!!!|
We just haven't had enough.
The girls start ballet this week and my mom sent pink leotards and gift cards for more gear, like pink tights for little bottoms.
I will shuffle into the kitchen with a jammied babied body and pour more coffee.
I will smile and day dream about the weekend...and look forward to the one to come.
Well done weekend. Well done.