Showing posts with label twins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label twins. Show all posts

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Homemade

Everyone is blessed with talents.

Mine aren't in the kitchen.

Sure, I like to say I can make a good pie - and once in a while I get daring and try to make something else - like fudge that won't harden.

But my mom and sister have a talent. They can make birthday cakes.

(Yes, they have plenty of other talents - For instance, Lori makes great chocolate chip cookies and enchiladas and chocolate angel food cake.)

Mom has always been crafty. She made all my Halloween costumes. And, when I was little, my mom always made my birthday cakes.

It didn't seem to matter what I requested. Snoopy, Garfield, Smurfs, Batman, George Brett. She made it.

She and my sister, Lori, still do this for my kids. And I appreciate it.

My kids have requested some tough cakes, too - from Snoopy to Cat and the Hat and even a "Three Little Pigs" Cake complete with a house of sticks and house of straw.

Here's the latest - which, according to my sister, was one of the simplest. Jordie, for her fourth birthday, wanted a "Frozen" cake.

Mom took cardboard to make the ice mountains. She ordered the figures. She always makes a great red velvet cake.

Here's Jordie's cake from last year - they made it look like her favorite Hello Kitty.

Could I do this? Well, maybe sort of - but I'm sure my tracings would cause a bigger ear or the coloring would look like a giant glob.

Here's Brett and Kaci's birthday cakes from their eighth birthday in March. Mom somehow made the basketball out of cake for Kaci, who says basketball is her favorite sport. Meanwhile, Brett wanted the Batman cake.





Sunday, March 11, 2012

Happy Birthday Kaci and Brett


Brett and her three-little pig cake

My mom made the houses out of small food chopper boxes. The straw house is pampas grass, the stick house is pretzels and the brick house is Hershey bars.

Darn you, Pinterest

Good Mom cupcake - finally.

I'm melting, I'm melting ...

I am no June Cleaver.

Not that my mother didn’t try to make me more domestic. She enrolled me for a couple of years in the 4-H food project. But the sifting of flour and the scraping the tops of measuring cups for precision was, well, boring.

Nevertheless, on the eve of my twin daughters’ fifth birthday this month, I told my husband I just wanted to be Good Mom.

Good Mom is like soccer mom except she goes a step further. She writes about her good deeds for the world to see.

On blog sites, she tells about her little misses in cute dresses. She jabbers about her baby’s first spit up, first steps and first words. She calls her children sweet pea and pumpkin.

She’s a frequent user of Facebook, uploading photos of her children at ballgames, fairs and school. If that wasn’t enough, move over to the new social site Pinterest where she shows off her crafty side and very neat and orderly side – along with those wonderful rainbow pinwheel cookies and bunny rabbit cupcakes.

This mom documents everything in baby books. She might not wear heels and pearls, but she does have fresh-baked cookies in the cookie jar. She remembers to check her children’s book bags for homework when they get home from school instead of shortly before bedtime.

I try to do all these things. Yet, I seem to fail at it terribly.


I took this to heart as my daughters’ birthday approached. They had celebrated their birthday with family the weekend before with my more skilled mother and mother-in-law making the cakes. My mother-in-law created a jungle theme complete with pond and trees for Kaci. My mom, saying that Brett shouldn’t be denied her wish for a Three Little Pigs cake despite mine insistency that it would be a lot of work, showed up with a double-layered red velvet displaying three boxes turned pig houses. She made one using pampas grass to create the house of straw and another using pretzel sticks for the house of sticks. The third - a Hershey bar-laid brick house – she topped with a red licorice roof.

The masterpiece would make any soccer mom Pinterest addict jealous.

Knowing my skills and with the need for treats to take to preschool on the big day, my husband suggested we buy icing.

But then, I said, I wouldn’t be Good Mom like the other Good Moms. I saw a Cookie Monster cupcake on Pinterest. I vowed I would accomplish the feat. I hadn’t looked at the directions, but it didn’t seem too difficult.

The strawberry-cake-mix cupcakes would be the easiest to accomplish. The next day, I whipped up my mother-in-law’s icing mix, borrowed her icing utensil squirty thingy and got to work.

It seemed to be going fine at first. The squirty thingy made hair like Cookie’s hair. I put on the marshmallow and M&M eyes and stuck a half a chocolate chip cookie in his mouth.

Then, my husband and I watched as the cookie fell and the icing melted.

Cupcake after cupcake turned disaster. Finally, we decided to stick the icing in the freezer – mixed a drink and waited.

About a dozen of the 24 cupcakes turned out looking like that cookie-loving monster – for the most part. I dropped them off at preschool with a sense of accomplishment.

I’m a little closer to being Good Mom. The question is what to try next from the other Good Moms on Pinterest. How about Ultimate Pretzel Crusted Peanut Butter Cookie Candy Brownie Bars?

Brett and Kaci hold their cupcakes before preschool.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

A pile of laundry



The pile of laundry is usually never ending.

It sits in the laundry room, two or three feet high. High enough that my twins run and jump into it like a pile of leaves.

This is just the way it is in my household. There isn't fresh-baked cookies in the oven. I don't vacuum and scrub the toilet daily. I can't even make my bed in the morning like some of those all-star moms who blog.

Yes, I'm a terrible person. However, I just don't have time. Every morning is like a marathon just trying to get my 4-year-old girls dressed, breakfast, teeth brushed and hair combed. They like to mess around. Jordie also needs fed and changed.

Then we head to work. Then home. The process starts again with meals, homework, reading, baths.

We don't even watch television.

The laundry is the one thing I can put off and no one ever sees. Thankfully, I have a great mom who loves to fold clothes on occasion. My basement now looks like the cleaners - I just need to put everything away!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Yes, purple looks good on everybody. Even in Lawrence.

Little Jordie. She's four months old and is a K-State Fan.

My twins were taught early on something I learned in my years in 4-H.

Purple looks good on everyone.

At least, that is what Mary Lou Odle, a Saline County Extension agent always said. She'd come to our 4-H clothing meetings on occasion and do a color test to see what season looked best on you. I think I was a fall. Purple, however, fell in every season.

My friend, Sarah Green, a KU graduate, calls it Kansas State propaganda. I say an Extension agent would never lie.

My husband agrees with Sarah. He's a KU fan. Fortunately, I've been able to pull the twins onto "my team" as they call it. Jayhawks are yucky, they say. John even caught Brett watching KU vs Oklahoma women one night on television. She was rooting for OU.

He told her there are some things you just don't do, even as a Wildcat fan. One. You never cheer for Missouri. Two. You never cheer for Oklahoma.

She wouldn't listen.

Sarah, however, is proof that there is compromise in the world. She knitted each of the girls "cat hats." Jordie received her hat last month.

I can't tell you how to knit it. I'm not very crafty. All I know is that her hats are adorable. And I bet she could make a mint if she'd open a knitting store in Manhattan and sell cat hats.


Kaci, Brett and Jordie. They are on my team.

Life continues - quickly

Life is busy.

So busy, in fact, I haven't had time to keep my blog as up-to-date as I'd like. There's also a pile of laundry in my laundry room that needs folded, and I haven't mailed all my Christmas cards out and it is February.

However, life continues. And the latest to the crib, Jordie, is growing.

So, I'll update as much as I can from time to time. More often than not, is the plan. Here's is life over the past five months.

Jordie's room.


Jordie, not long after she was born



The girls' Christmas present included scootersYes, Brett is a "farmer" today.

Ready for the 2012 Kansas State Fair. Plug for the fair. You can find these at the T-Shirt stand! Thanks Lori!

That's right. Jordie is ready for the 100th Kansas State Fair this September.

Jordie bathtime

The girls pick out pumpkins at their preschool trip to the pumpkin patch

The girls' Halloween costumes. Mary, Joseph. And Jordie was baby Jesus. Yes, they won the Gypsum Fall Fest Costume Contest for the third year in a row.



Happy Jordie

Thursday, January 1, 2009

A successful deer season




Another year of successful deer hunting. I bagged an 8-pointer. John got a buck and a doe, and now we are in the middle of processing nearly 200 pounds of deer meat! The girls love it. So far, meals have included deer steak, deer breakfast sausage and deer brats!


Monday, October 20, 2008

Gypsum October Festival


The girls and I attended the 2008 Gypsum October Festival this year. I haven’t been back for the decades-old tradition since I graduated from high school, when our high school band director forced me to march with my trombone in the band (Yeah, he hated me :) ).

I grew up in the little Saline County town of Gypsum, population 400-something, if even that. I always loved the October Festival, included dressing up for the parade (I’ve been everything from Wonder Woman and Snoopy in a float, to the Red Baron and a pioneer on a covered wagon. I always won, too!).

Now, maybe the girls can enjoy it a little bit. At least, they liked the suckers all the politicians and others threw out.

Here are a few of the pictures from this year.


My dad, Gary Bickel, and his 1948 John Deere B.

We used to decorate it at Christmas. It was awesome. Now he doesn't do that as much. Probably because I'm not around to help and beg him to decorate it.

Dad, and the B.


OK, I'm not the best picture taker. But here is the backside of Rep. Josh Svaty, who was throwing candy. I doubt he'd read this, but if he did, I'd like to tell him I'm impressed with how long he stayed at the festival and mingled and hung around. Most politicans aren't that considerate. Anyway, he was there a good six or seven hours, and I don't think he was even hanging out with anyone.

My mom and Brett. Brett loves cows (one of her first words was cow and moo), and for some reason, kept calling the horses cows. At least she is a beef eater, like her mother.


Like I said, Brett loves the horses, or as she puts it, Cows. Aunt Lori needs to take her to her farm to see their stockers. She'd be ecstatic.



The girls sitting at the Gypsum gazebo. This is a rare moment of them sitting still.

Brett, my sister, Lori, Kaci, my nephew Jason and my brother-in-law Randy Hahn. They're watching the parade going down Main Street Gypsum.


Lori and Kaci watch the parade.

Grandma Karen and Brett.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Daddy's football team



The weather is colder. I love sweatshirt weather and watching football. Sadly, however, the football season is coming to an end.

I guess.

My husband coaches high school football. I usually go to the home games, at least for a little while.

With two girls, however, this proves to be a little difficult.

They won't sit in the stands. They won't stand on the sideline.

They want to run, run and run some more.

So, we walk. Around the track. For several miles.

We eat Fig Newtons and Cheerios and Teddy Grahams. And drink milk.

But when the food runs out, so do the girls.

They are home and in bed by half time.

Friday, October 3, 2008

I'm sure they like K-State ...



But they wouldn't sit still

Sometimes I wonder what I’m thinking.

I had visions of darling girls dressed in purple, cheering on the Kansas State University football team alongside dear old Mom.

What John and I got on that September venture was two toddlers, pissed off they couldn’t run, climb and everything else that 18-month-old girls would rather be doing.

Obviously, they wouldn’t like to sit at a football game.

We should have known it would be bad when they wouldn’t even sit still during tailgating. John and I chased them around an enclosed tennis court.

The game, however, was worse.

Brett would watch the jumbotron a little bit, but Kaci didn’t care about the music, the players on the field or the cheers from the stands. She wrestled to try to get out of my arms, wanting to climb the stairs and run, run, run.

I fed her those Goldfish crackers for a while, which seemed to appease her. When they ran out, we moved on to Teddy Grahams.

I gave her to John, who had to leave the stadium by the end of the first quarter.

My venture ended at half time. Brett was mad. Poo was running from her pants. She probably ate too many hot dogs.

My husband says he’ll never go to another K-State game again with the girls in tow.

Not that he cares. He’s a KU fan.

Future K-State graduates

Kaci and Brett

Bickel and Kaci at the Kansas State football game.


A rare moment of her being good.


Uncle Scott, John and Brett



Uncle Scott teaches Brett to clap for K-State.