Monthly Archives: March 2013

Cool Whip Dyed Easter Eggs

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Cool Whip Dyed Easter Eggs

My cousin Emily likes to send me links and  pictures of things she thinks I should do since she’s a working girl and I’m a stay-at-home and do-cool-shit girl.

She recently sent me a link for shaving cream egg dye. It looked awesome and totally out of the norm so I knew it was something we just had to try out this year, especially because I had the Barbasol, food dye and eggs on hand. I did a little more research, and I’m glad I did, because one website I looked at informed me that using Cool Whip instead of shaving cream is a better bet if you want to eat those eggs in the end. You see, eggs are porous and no one likes to eat shaving cream. So, I bought a few tubs of Cool Whip, neon liquid food dye and some white eggs (we have  hens that lay brown and blue eggs which are awesome except when dying Easter eggs.) Plastic gloves are a good idea if you want to avoid stained fingers, especially when cleaning the eggs later on.

The process itself is simple but  you’ll need patience to get the best results. First, Hard boil your eggs and let them cool. Then coat them in vinegar prior to dying.  To dye the eggs, you begin by spread about 2-3 inches of Cool Whip in a container. We used deep plastic containers and plopped one tub of Cool Whip in each and smoothed it down.  Then you drop about 20 drops total of various colored food dye on top of the Cool Whip. Next you take a fork and delicately blend the drops of food coloring together, trying not to mix the dye and Cool Whip too much. You’re going for concentrated dye for bold colors. Take a moment and examine the awesomeness you just created.

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Then plop in one hard boiled egg at a time and use a spoon to roll the egg through the dye, coating all sides. Remove the egg (and a bunch of Cool Whip) with the spoon and set on a plate or large plastic container (Anything that you can easily place in the fridge without worrying about getting dye all over the inside of your fridge.

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Repeat until all eggs are covered, adding more dye as needed.

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Place the eggs in your fridge, still coated in Cool Whip of course, for up to 8 hours. We rinsed them after 6 and got these results:

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We rinsed them under warm water, trying not to rub too much. When we felt most of the Cool Whip was removed we patted the egg dry and placed it back into the egg cartons we saved.

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The effect was awesome and something I have never seen before on Easter eggs having only used the box kit for the past 26 years of my life. These were a couple of our favorites:

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If you haven’t dyed your eggs for the Easter bunny you should really consider trying this. It was super quick, the kids thought it was the best thing ever and it generates less mess than your typical egg-dying experience (no cups of vinegar for kids to knock over because you know they always do!)

So, break out of your shell and try it!!

Gearing Up For Easter

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We’ve been gearing up for Easter since this past Sunday.

First we pulled out all our Easter Décor. This included tons of stuffed bunnies and empty plastic eggs. It took all of about 2 minutes for it to look as if Easter threw up all over my down stairs. Great success!

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Then we celebrated Easter with our Great Grammy. We brought some sugar cookies for her and she got the kids Easter baskets and an outfit. I made sure she got Odin a sweater vest because all little boys should be forced to wear sweater vests until they ask to wear something else.  I know that at least their Aunt Pierce agrees since she’s the one who started this tradition/torture.

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Did I mention sugar cookies? Of course I did! What’s a holiday without festive sugar cookies? We pumped out almost 20 dozen sugar cookies earlier this week. 15 dozen went to work with one of my neighbors and the rest have been doled out to doting grandparents and visitors.

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I must not forget to show you the real Easter eggs we made. I’m not sure which ones I like best, the sugar cookie eggs or the real ones. We tried something new this year and used Cool Whip and food dye to create these awesome eggs. I’ll post more about this process soon. It was so easy and fun and out of the ordinary.

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I’m lacking photographs of the water colored paper eggs, mocked Easter egg hunts and arguments over where the damn Spring window clings should be placed (A certain 5 year old and myself did not see eye-to-eye on this matter and it had nothing to do with the fact that she’s 2 feet shorter than me.)

We still have a community egg hunt tomorrow we are looking forward to and of course Easter itself. And probably a little more baking. I just can’t help myself! It’s a problem.

Anyways, I hope you’re having as much fun as we are gearing up for Easter.

Cheers!

~Colleen

Excuse me?

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The other day I was going about my business and my daughter says to me, “What’re ya lookin’ at, you big moose?”

I did a double take and stopped in my tracks. Really? Had I just been called a moose by my five year old? Based on the smug smile on her face I had not misheard her.

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So I said, “Moose! Moose? Did you just call me a moose? Normally you shouldn’t call a lady a moose. It’s not a very flattering thing to say.”

“Mom! It’s from Bambi II. Relax.” Then she went into an explanation all about how the porcupine stares at Bambi’s dad and recites the line that I had just been insulted with. And she said it in an exasperated tone as if I should have known this the whole time. I swear she’s 5 going on 15.

Later I was trying on an outfit or something and asked Lilly how I looked.

Her response, “I didn’t want to have to be the one to tell you this but,… it’s pretty gross!”

“What! Pretty gross?” I gasped in mock surprise as I turned around.

Immediately she back-peddled with another explanation, “It’s what Thumper says to Bambi after he gets thorns stuck in his butt from the porcupine and Bambi sticks his butt towards Thumper and asked, “How does it look?”.”

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Well then, I suppose if it’s a Disney inspired insult it’s okay. Sort of. Not really at all.

I’m going to go eat a sugar cookie to console myself because I just realized that all too soon she’ll be coming up with her own insults

 

 

 

 

But Where’s My Chef Gone?

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Having spent five days away from my kids in the Dominican Republic for my sister’s wedding has rendered me useless in my kitchen.

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A mother searching for her sanity? Great place to look for it!

It was so nice having all my meals provided for me. I pretty much had some variation of steak for every meal aside from breakfast, but only because it wasn’t offered. Not having to stare into my fridge or freezer wondering what I could whip up that would pass as a suitable meal for both my children and husband was marvelous! Needless to say, I found a few pounds I had been missing.

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A Chive-worthy photo-bomb, I’d say.

Now that I’m back I’m lamenting the lack of a personal chef and my kids have been eating mac-n-cheese, ham sandwiches and PB&J. I feel a bit guilty about this but the kids aren’t complaining so the guilt is waning.

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My beautiful twin and her awesome husband!

And then yesterday I cut the webbing between my pinky and ring finger with a steak knife while separating frozen burger patties.

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She’s a sold 1 1/2 inches taller than me. What the heck! We’re suppose to be identical, dammit!

And had to get 4 stitches.

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We obviously had a blast. And are super cool. Like I even had to type that last sentence.

This pretty much drove home the notion that I am no longer fit to operate in my kitchen. Maybe by the time my sunburn heals I will have regained my confidence in my culinary skills but until then I am keeping my distance from sharp knives and only serving popsicles to my hungry children. They probably won’t mind, for a while at least.

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That’s me on the far left.

Here’s a link to my YouTube video of the first round of popsicles and proof that my 10 month old does talk intentionally at times.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Og_VCxIvAUM&feature=youtu.be

It’s tough adjusting to real life after a long weekend in a tropical place.

I know, don’t you feel sorry for me? Probably not about the adjusting to reality part but maybe a little for the stitches part? That’s what I thought.

Where’s your next vacation spot? I’ve been planning my next beach get-away since my plane touched down in Chicago welcoming me home with 12 degree weather.

Cheers!

 

My Baby Girl Turns 5!

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Today my oldest girl turned 5. 5! Gee wiz. Technically she’s not 5 for another hour or so. She really made me work to bring her into this world but those two days of labor were well worth the wait!

She’s beautiful and sassy, and loving and funny.

She enjoys peanut butter waffles, horses, crafting and adores being a big sister.

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Let’s not scrutinize the cake. I had 1 1/2 hours to assemble and everything and it was my first time working with homemade fondant. Plus there may have been a screaming baby in the background… She loved it though!

The past 5 days have been filled with various birthday celebrations. A princess tea party birthday party, a Beauty and the Beast musical, mani/pedis and birthday brunch were some of the highlights.

Today she enjoyed her day at preschool and then at home where she anxiously waited until the afternoon to arrive at which point we went to her favorite place on earth. Monkey Joe’s!

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A few friends joined us to bounce the afternoon away, eat some pizza and basically just go buck wild. For those of you who have wandered across this blog and don’t know what Monkey Joe’s is let me fill you in. Basically, it’s a child’s dream come true. It’s a place where inflatable play structures abound. Bouncing, sliding, climbing and tackling (technically frowned upon but whatever) are the main objectives here. Well, that and harassing one’s parent for tokens to play the games and food and drinks from the concession stand.  Pretty standard stuff here but also pretty wonderful if you’re a kid. Heck, it’s pretty fun even if you’re an adult who has to cart around a child who isn’t yet old enough to tackle the inflatable awesomeness alone though it’s more fun if you’re an adult who can kick back while your kids run along and play. So any ways, that’s how Lilly wanted to spend her birthday so that’s what we did.

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Right before bed, when we were all assembled back at home, we sang her “Happy Birthday” and ate some cake. Then the kids passed out despite the increase in sugar in their systems. It had been a long day.

I desperately want to pass out too but I’ve got a list of things to do before I ditch my family in just over 24 hours for my sister’s destination wedding. Blogging was not on that list. Whatever. Priorities people!

Happy Birthday to by beautiful girl!

Cheers 🙂

The Beginnings of a Crazy Cookie Lady

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I feel like I’ve become a crazy cookie lady. This doesn’t mean I’m churning out cookies all the time because, let’s be real, I’m a busy house wife and stuff but I’m constantly thinking, “I’d really like to make _(name)_ some cookies for _(occasion)_.” If I had a surplus of time I don’t think my kitchen would ever be without butter and powdered sugar smearing my counters. Maybe when I’m older I’ll be that crazy old cookie lady who the neighbor kids visit in hopes of snagging a quick treat. But that’s a long time off.

As for now, today my SIL turns 19 so I sent her some cookies. Happy Birthday, Pierce! I’m sure she’ll read this post before receiving the package so I suppose I’m just teasing her now. They’re on their way!

 

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The rest of the cookies in the batch look like this:

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I love decorating and learning what ideas pan out and what ideas really don’t. The great thing about cookies is that even if my designs don’t turn out great they’re still tasty.

Lastly, here are some I made for my sister’s welcome bags for her destination wedding:

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Cheers!

Colleen

 

 

 

 

“I Love This One”

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My oldest lass was flipping through her photos on her camera while I made dinner. There are like 173 photos on that memory card and maybe 5 are worth saving, in my opinion. The rest are blurred or the subject is too close or far away or there is a finger obscuring half the photo. Anyways, as I was cooking, she walked over after exclaiming with incredible sincerity, “I love this one,” and showed me the picture. It was one that I would have deleted although it was one of the most clear. It was a picture of me. A morning shot before makeup or a hair brush. Just me in my bath robe and a bit too zoomed in for my taste but she loved it.

Truthfully, she rocked me to my core a little. In a good way.

I love this one from yesterday.

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After 2 years of waiting for good snow we were able to make another snowman. His name? Frosty, of course.

She melts my heart.

Frosty better keep his distance or he’ll end up a puddle. She has a lot of love to give.