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The Moultrie News

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Click HERE to read today’s article in The Moultrie News about Aubrey and Emma’s first experiences as flower girls.

Recipe: Matt’s Kickin’ Chicken

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Haven’t posted a recipe in awhile and this is a really good one…if you made the hummus recipe my brother shared, you KNOW he has some good stuff. I don’t know where this recipe came from, if he made it up or found it online, all I know is- it is GOOOD. My favorite chicken marinade, ever.

1/4 c apple cider vinegar
3T spicy brown mustard
3 cloves garlic
1 lime juiced
1 lemon juiced
1/2 c brown sugar
1 1/2 tsp salt
1/4c olive oil
ground black pepper to taste

Marinate overnight if you can or at least for an hour and grill. (Also good on the stovetop…)

Emma Said: Real Food

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I was making Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for Emma and Aubrey tonight and Emma was crying, “I’m soooo hung-a-wee, Momma!”
Me: I’m making you mac and cheese.
Emma: (crying) Momma! I want real food!
(Husband laughing hysterically…)
Me: Hey. It IS whole wheat!

Momma Said: Yea!

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Aubrey and Emma were supposed to be lying quietly on a quilt watching a movie while I was cooking dinner. But of course, they had to find someway to irritate each other and ended up rolling themselves up in the quilt…from the outside edges in to the center of the quilt. Which led to them being little burritos with nothing but their heads sticking out.
Aubrey: MOMMY! Help, we’re stuck!!!
Me: Yea! I mean, um…be right there.

Anyone else having a MONDAY?

Guest Blogger: Laura G

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Got this cute email from a friend of mine from nursing school:

Today I was changing my shirt and Olivia spoted a few of my stretch marks.
Olivia:What are those?
Me:Stretch marks.
Olivia: How did you get them?
Me: My skin stretched when you were in my tummy.

I then told her about how she started out smaller than a bean and grew to the size of a baby doll. Then I said, ” You had to get out of my tummy then so you could keep growing.”

Olivia: No, Mommy. I had to get out of your tummy so I could eat cake!

Olivia, it turns out is MY kind of girl!