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The Moultrie News

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Want to read about my Super Nanny Jo Frost Intervention gone awry? Click HERE to read this week’s article in The Moultrie News.

Stripper Barbie

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I have recently instituted a reward system for Aubrey and Emma which requires a chart. There is a list of responsibilities and at the end of the day if they have satisfactorily completed each task they get a sticker. At the end of the week, they cash in their stickers for dimes.

Last week Aubrey received a grand total of $3.35 and Emma racked up a whopping $3.55. I paid them in dimes and quarters so they could get the whole Scrooge McDuck experience and explained to them the importance of tithing. They each gave their 10% (Aubrey much more willing than Emma.) And whisked them off to the dollar store to spend some of their hard earned cash.

It didn’t take them long to discover exactly what they wanted…she was there in all of her glory…it was Stripper Barbie. She had bad hair extensions, pink highlights and clear stripper heels, and she was going home with me- times two.

We walked to the register and each of the girls counted out their money to pay for their private dancers and we went next door to get Aubrey’s hair cut. For 20 minutes, Emma attempted to get her stripper’s shoes to stay on. She threw up her hands after the first 10 minutes and yelled in disgust, “I KEEP GIBIN UP!”

The problem, you see, was that the skank’s feet and the shoes were not the same shape or size. There was no way those shoes were ever going to stay on, unless we went back to the dollar store for superglue, but I guess that’s what happens when you pay a buck and a half for a generic Barbie.

I was talking to Aubrey for a moment and looked away from Emma just long enough for her to solve her stripper shoe dilemma. “MOMMA! WOOK! WOOK! Dey stay on wike dis!” Emma yelled excitedly. I turned back to Emma, to see her Barbie’s legs extended above her head- her stripper heels dangling perilously on her feet. Not exactly the wholesome picture of responsibility and pride in ownership I was looking for…but whatever.

We were home for less than 5 minutes when Emma approached me with her doll in one hand and her doll’s arm in the other. I guess we are also learning a lesson in quality craftsmanship. This afternoon, I had to dig Stripper Barbie’s butt out of Sadie’s mouth. Next week, we will be going to Target, even if we have to stick to the dollar bins.

Recipe: De’s Apple Cake

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Here is a great fall recipe in loving memory of Delores Canerday, who’s Apple Cake was always better than anyone else’s!
De’s Apple Cake:

1. Beat Well:
1 1/4 cup wesson oil
2 cups sugar
3 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla
2. Add and Beat Well:
3 cups self-rising flour
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. cinnamon
3. Add and Stir In:
3 cups fresh, finely chopped red delicious apples
1 cup chopped pecans
(When you’re stirring, batter will be thick for a few minutes until juice from apples starts releasing. This is normal.)
4. Grease and flour tube pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour, 15 minutes
5. While cake is nearly finished baking, make your glaze:
1 cup brown sugar
1 stick butter
1/4 cup milk
Boil for 3 minutes. Make holes in hot cake with fork, and drizzle the glaze over while
cooling.

Thank you Mary Beth for sending me the recipe! I have no idea what happened to my copy!

Momma Said: Get You Some

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Tonight we took all the girls to Rocktoberfest, our church’s Fall festival. We ate funnel cakes, hot kettle corn and played silly games. Instead of taking a stroller, my husband, Zeb carried Baby Sadie (10 months) in a backpack baby carrier for the entire 3 hours we were there. She loved being able to see everything that was going on around her and never made a peep.

Everyone was exhausted as we headed to the car to go home and I began cooing to Sadie who was still perched on her Daddy’s back wearing her bunny costume.
Me: What a good girl! You are so sweet! You sat in your seat for 3 hours and never fussed! You sweet, sweet baby!
Zeb: Yeah, she sat there for 3 hours…on my back. I’ve been carrying all 20 pounds of her the whole time, I’m exhausted.
Me: Oh, I know you di’unt! I carried all 3 of these KIDS for 9 months a piece, so get you some of that!
Zeb: (silence…crickets chirping….wind blowing)
Me: Mm-hmm… that’s what I thought. You don’t want to play this game with me.

Emma’s Antics

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I had to take Emma for a check-up yesterday. While we were sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, she walked up to the fish tank and opened the childproofed cabinet like it was HER JOB. No hesitation, no stumbling…she opened the door, pressed the lever down and had the door open in less than 2 seconds.
This. Is not. Good.