Just a day in the life...of a suburban housewife.

Hola Amigos! (Yep, learned that from Dora too) Hope you all had a fabulous weekend. I know it's been a few days since I've updated you on the exciting life of the Mentasti's, so I figured that now was a good time to quit cutting tulle, making tutus, and preparing for the death of me (aka: next week's craft fair) and unload on my fabulous readers!!! Lucky you-gold star today! So let me see what's happened in the last few days. See; here's the prob. My mind moves about 800 miles per hour and with each of those movements comes thoughts. I need like an implanted post-it machine that spits out thoughts as I think them that way I can really give you a good picture of my day to day life, but until one of you entrepreneurs creates that device (and I will do a clinical trial for you; just sedate me please first), then I will have to rely on my memory...ha! That's funny. Anyway, let's move on, ya?
So the last time I wrote was last MONDAY. Wow. Bad blogger, right here. But at least I should have some good material. First and most importantly; there have been no further events consisting of Owen using the bathroom in the backyard--this is a plus. A big plus. Yey for success!

Tuesday however, was one of the highlights of my life (and this again is going to sound bad, but hey, I've never once claimed to be supermom...) I was working on an adult Barbie tutu, which was quite time consuming but fun at the same time, and I believe Owen was a bit annoyed at the fact that I could not devote the entire 12 hour day to playing with his trucks/dragons/scissors (ha! just seeing if you're paying attention)...anyway, I was cutting tulle in the playroom while he was "cooking" his "crab" (a wooden crab puzzle piece) in the fake girly kitchen that he owns and loves. Well apparently I was not paying enough attention to the fact that his two minute warning for which he gave me at which point the crab would be fully cooked, was coming to an end, because before I knew it, I was being attacked by a flying crab and a 2 year old sitting on the ground pouting. And the words that came out of his mouth were priceless: "Mommy, I'm SAD at you." Now some people may take that as, "wow that's really awful, he's sad. I took it as my opportunity for a little teaching lesson on the difference of being mad at someone and sad at someone. I explained "Owen, sad is when you go to Nordstroms and find out that the dress you've been drooling over for weeks only comes in size 12.....Mad is when Daddy comes home an hour late from work and I am responsible for 60 entire more minutes of two year old entertainment." He pondered my explanation for a few seconds and then responded.."Nope, I'm VERY sad at you." So that was that. I laughed. Put the crab back in the microwave; put the kid in the wagon and took 8 laps around the block. Things turned out fine.

Over the next few days, I don't really know what happened honestly. Things are quite blurry due to lack of sleep and attempting to attend every single Halloween function within 20 miles of my home. BTW: Need a review of a trick-or-treat street/hayride adventure/anything Halloween related event within a 50 mile radius of Highlands Ranch-I'm your girl. Hit me up.  In fact, here are some photos for your enjoyment. FYI: We decided that this year we would be the Superhero family (no need to remind you that we are absolute nerds and that's that, don't bother trying to change the status, we're quite content.)

So I honestly have a ton more to blab about but like I said, I don't have a post-it machine to spit out thoughts the moment they come out, so until I can remember the good and juicy parts of last week, I'm off!

Much Love!!
Kristen

What's in a title?

HI! Welcome to my blog; Happy Cakes and Cheese Pockets! I have read about how sometimes it can be difficult to grab the ideal name of your blog, as many names have been already taken by creative souls around the world. However, when typing in "Happy Cakes and Cheese Pokets," something in my gut told me that my chances of obtaining the name would be high....and...it was a success! However, you may be wondering why I chose this very weird, strange, and seemingly unusual name for my daily rants page (aka: my blog). Well I will tell you why!

My son Owen Michael is about 2 years and 3 months old. He has the imagination of a...well I'm not really sure what to compare his imagination to, but he's got a wild one. He's a creative kid, which I hope benefits him in the future and keeps him out of what I fear to be impending trouble in the future, but nevertheless, I will never be able to say that the kid can't tell a good story--be it true or simply imaginative. So we will start with Happy Cakes.

Happy cakes made it's first arrival into Owen's vocabulary in May of this year. One afternoon while celebrating my sister-in-law's birthday and enjoying the super delicious birthday cake, Owen got a few lyrics to Happy Birthday mixed up with the delightful sight of the sugar-filled desert. Thus, happy cakes came to life. From that point on, nearly everything with sugar has been referred to as a "happy cake." I'm talking, doughnuts, cupcakes, birthday cakes, pop tarts...and the list goes on. I thought (and still do think) that this is one of my very favorite things that comes out of my little man's mouth. Makes me smile every time!

Now, Cheese Pockets is a new phrase that just popped up last Wednesday. While I was preparing Owen's lunch, he patiently awaited the arrival of his nuggets (yep, one of our staple foods in this house) and sitting at the table with this grandma. Owen has the cutest little personalized placemat that has a pirate scene on it with this name on the top; however in the middle of the placemat there is a large treasure chest full of what we would typically call "gold." Well, I need to break the news to you that the new name of that treasure chest full of gold is: a cheese pocket.

I laughed so hard I nearly cried! But when looking at the photo, if you didn't know what exactly the object was, perhaps a cheese pocket was fitting! A pocket full of cheese! Loved it.

So I will leave you with that for now; I plan to write frequently so feel free to check back often! Owen keeps me entertained on a daily basis and thus I should have plenty of material to pass along to you, hoping to provide to you a daily smile.

Do you have any funny sayings/expressions from your little ones? I'd LOVE for you to share them with me and others in the comments section below! <3 

Until next time,

XOXO Happy Cakes and Cheese Pockets