skinny cow

If you are having a craving for a little something sweet, here is what you need: The Skinny Cow ice cream sandwich.
delicious and nutritious!I’m not a big fan of the name. It reminds me of the Dress Barn. But they are low-fat and actually tasty little guys. Costco has the best deal on them—a pack of 20 (ten vanilla and ten chocolate) for only $10. I don’t have all the nutritional facts on me, but they are only TWO weight watchers points. In comparison to that evil cake from Costco, you could eat four boxes plus one individual skinny cow to equal the same weight watchers points value that the cake had. That’s 81 skinny cow ice cream sandwiches!! Pretty crazy. Anyhoo, vanilla is my fav. I highly recommend them. Go buy one and enjoy.

heavy boringness

Earlier today, as I made my way into our local Costco, I saw a man pushing his beat-up, out-of-gas, old-school Volkswagen Type 2 Pick Up to the Costco gas pumps. The ancient truck looked like it was on its last legs, but it was obvious that this guy had given it a lot of care and attention over the years.

I noticed that, instead of using bumper stickers, he had written messages on his tail gate in chalk. They were all funny, original, and biting. My favorite read “Will YOUR truck be running in 50 years?”

When he reached the pump and began to walk around the truck to start filling up the tank, I discovered something that I hadn’t noticed before. He only had one arm. His right arm ended in a stump at the elbow.

I don’t know why, but seeing this—realizing this, after I had seen him push his out-of-gas VW to the pump—filled me with an intense feeling of happiness. I’m sure that sounds lame. Like I said, I don’t really understand why it made me feel the way it did. I guess it just suddenly made me feel so fortunate, and blessed, and… lucky to have what I have and be who I am. At the same time, I felt such admiration for this man. I don’t know what else he has going on in his life and I’m admittedly projecting a lot on to him, but he just seemed so full of joy and energy and strength during the minute or two that I watched him. I was inspired by him.

Anyway… this is a strange post.

If you’re already this far into it, it’s too late and you might as well read it on through to the end.

Thanks for reading. Sorry for the heavy boringness. Don’t worry though—tomorrow, it’ll be back to ephemera as usual from me.

easter sunday, etc.

At about 7:15 am Dave and I heard Nezzie yelling, “Mommy, Daddy!! Mommy, Daddy!! Look what I found!!” She was so excited and I said to Dave, “Aww, she must have found the jelly beans in her shoes.” *This is a Kewish tradition that may or may not be explained in a later post.* So Dave got up and went to her room, where she was NOT found. No, no. Our little one had VERY quietly gone downstairs and found her easter basket all by herself. By the time we got to the top of the stairs to join her, she was yelling, “Mommy, Daddy! I found toys and peeps!!!” I could not get mad at her, she was so excited. But as a result of rushing downstairs to catch some sort of a glimpse of her discovery, we have no Easter morning pictures.

However, here are a few pictures of the girls in their Easter outfits. I made the skirts and Gwen’s headband, my Mom made Nezzie’s, and I bought the shirts at Target. I’m pretty proud of myself, as long as I don’t look closely at Gwen’s waistband.

We had nummy Easter dinner with Mom & Dad Kewish, and Uncle Jon & Aunt Ashley, followed by a rousing game of Facts in Five. And of course we ended the evening on a high note watching The Evil Easter Bunny. Tears freely flowed from my eyes as I laughed, hard. And while I remembered the best Easter weekend ever, when that cinematic masterpiece was born, I was reflecting and just feeling so lucky to be a part of the best family ever (no offense to you non-Kewish readers). Even with all of our crazy traditions and imperfections, I just love my parents and siblings more than I can express. I have been so blessed to have them in my life because they have taught me so much and love me unconditionally. They have added even more to this family by way of spouses (those crazy enough to marry into our family) and children and as a result my life has been enriched. So this Easter sunday I feel an immense gratitude for our Savior who died for us and made it possible to return and live with our Father in Heaven as eternal families. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

the egg hunt

We enjoyed the afternoon at Grandpa & Grandma Lesue’s house for an Easter egg hunt. Nezzie scored.

She even shared with Gwen.

easter eggs part deux

We dyed about eight dozen eggs with Uncle Jon, Aunt Ashley and Grandma & Grandpa Kewish. We are now awash in eggs, but it was really fun.

This is an old Kewish family tradition from our childhood that we call “oooh, aaah.” Basically we all stand around and pour the colors down the drain while saying, “oooooooh, aaaaaaah.” It doesn’t take much to entertain us, plus little kids really love it and as an adult you feel justified in doing something a bit silly. Here’s a good shot of Nezzie mid-aaah.

One of my favorite techniques from good ol’ Martha Stewart, where you use dye and oil to get this marbled effect.

classic gwen

This is a signature look of Gwen’s. Over the shoulder, looking at anyone or anything that makes noise. It’s really annoying when we try to feed her, but cute on the receiver’s end.

the day that evil entered the house

Don’t you just love it when you are trying to be good (with your eating) and then someone, out of the goodness of their heart, brings you a treat? Well, last week I was being really good until my Mom’s visiting teacher brought this over.

It’s called Old Fashioned Buttermilk Cinnamon Streusel Cake, and it tasted even better than it sounds. It was calling my name. And I kept just cutting little slivers, which for me is the worst because usually I think, “Oh, I’m just having a little slice.” But then before I know a large portion of the desssert is gone (I’m not alone here, right?).

So, maybe I’m a bad daughter because I made my Mom give it away. I mean, this wasn’t even my cake to call the shots on. I feel bad, but I probably would have felt worse if it stayed here and I ate it. Especially considering the fact that for one serving, 1/18th, the cake had 390 calories and 21 grams of fat! For only 1/18th of the cake!!!

By the way, for anyone interested she got it at Costco. Did I mention that one serving was only 1/18th?!

brain teaser

A single light bulb is in an enclosed room. The room has a single door and no windows. The light bulb is controlled by one of three switches. The switches are outside the room. The other two switches don’t control any other light bulbs (or anything else).

How do you determine which switch turns on the bulb if you can enter the room only once and after you open the door, you can’t touch the switches again?

The first reader to answer correctly will win… a… prize.

Of some sort.


No cheating!

This brain teaser was shamelessly stolen from

california baby

My sister Carol turned me onto California Baby products a few years ago by way of some sunscreen that I used to protect my then chubby baby Nezzie’s tender white skin. Back then I had to order it online which was fine, but I really hate to pay for shipping if I can avoid it. So imagine my excitement as I browsed the baby aisle in Target and spotted California Baby products right in front of my very eyes! I got the calming shampoo & conditioner, and now I love to wash my squirmy little three year old’s hair. It smells so good and her hair is super easy to comb through because of it. I simply Iove it, highly recommend it and am in no way affiliated with this company.

easter eggs part one

So, we dyed a few eggs the other night. I think this must have been some sort of bribe I gave Nezzie at some point, probably having to do with the potty.

Here are some of our results using brown eggs. I love the different hues we get from using brown eggs. We’ll probably have a mixture of white and brown when we make the big batch with everyone this weekend. Nezzie had fun, and we only had a few cracked eggs in the end.