"Cuz' I'm a Pusher"

We all have things that we push on our kids, with hope that they will love it as much as we do. There is certainly no shortage in the world of onesies and bibs with NBA or NFL team logos on them. As much as we don't like (or do like) to admit it, we all do it.
I give you June's incriminating evidence:

1) Culvers
I will literally cry tears of joy the day I hear one of my children say, "I'll have a team scoopie butterburger with cheese, the works, hold the onions..."

Remember Quincy's first trip to Culvers, in 2007?
and now...
Addiction formed=Success.

Ahhhh...but if only we could have introduced Reese earlier in her infancy. She's been wearing this scowl a LOT lately. We hope it's not a permanent fixture.
We took Corbin for his first trip to Culvers last week.
He was unsure of it's goodness:
Then he tasted the custard, and immediately asked for more.
Then he DEMANDED more until there was none left to give.
Culvers induced coma=success.

2) Donuts
Brian Regan said it well, "This is a big decision. You can't blow donut day."
The photos speak for themselves.
Is there such a thing as "reverse pushing"? You know, like kids pushing things on their parents?
Lovers of donuts=Success.

and here we have a certain grandparent pushing Diet Coke on my son.
Listen up, Corbin.
Diet Coke is disgusting. Coke is disgusting. Any form of Pepsi or RC is disgusting.
What you need is a big, fat, ice cold Dr. Pepper.

But that's "much to good for children".

So, tell me, what have you pushed on your kids?

If You Give a Meg a Muffin

Today is a Muffin themed day at our house.

Part 1: We read, If You Give a Moose a Muffin by Laura Numeroff.

"If you give a moose a muffin,
He's going to want some jam to go with it..."

Part 2: Reese got so excited about the picture on the cover that she wanted to bake muffins of her own, put jam on them, and balance 3 of them on her fingers. I'm not sure how that last part is going to go down, but the baking muffins part will be fun. I love having little helpers in the kitchen.

Part 3: The muffin top
Some of you may have noticed I'm sporting a little muffin top of my own lately. I might as well make it official an announce that I am with child!


Yes, you read that right. I'm 12 weeks pregnant. We are thrilled to be welcoming another little Willy into our home. Reese has been telling people (her preschool teacher, primary teachers, friends, friends moms, the lady at the library, etc) that there is a "baby in mommy's tummy"...for about 7 months now. I'm only 3 months pregnant, so we're still not sure where she got the idea, but when we finally told her that YES there IS a baby in there, she replied,

"Oh. I know. It's a boy baby. We already haved a girl baby and I told Heavenly Father to give you a boy"
Again...we shall see in January, when we find out the gender, if Reese is correct. She also says his name is going to be "Bozee" and that ain't happening... So I guess if you plan on buying Lotto tickets any time soon, don't go with the numbers my 3 year old picked out for you.

One thing IS certain...considering the state of our economy, and the state of my nausea, now is a great time to invest. My suggestions:
This stuff has been faithful through and through. All 1180 calories a box. Kraft, I know you were a dirty word in our house at one time, but since we no longer feel the need to remain loyal to Schreiber products...I thank you whole heartedly for your faithful service with each pregnancy.

Also, a special shout out to the fried chicken. Colonel. Where have you been all my life? Or at least during the other pregnancies? I dreamed about the chicken twister last night. Mmmm....potato wedges.
And this stuff...
....it's miracle juice.

The girls and I are gonna go eat our 'Meg McMuffins' with homemade jam now.

It's muffin day. "Top of the Muffin to you!"