Frozen Fruit Ice Cream

I read something on some blog (I cant remember which one) the other day about freezing sliced bananas and making ice cream out of them.  I had some bananas that were ripe and decided to try it.  I never ended up getting around to it and almost forgot completely.


Tonight the kids were pestering me about dessert (of which I did NOT want to have...I have been feeling very yucky fatty lately) and I remembered the bananas.


This I could do.

I blended the bananas up with some frozen raspberries and a little milk.


While pulling out the fruit, I noticed some leftover super delicious whole wheat buttermilk pancakes I made a few days ago and got an idea.  I heated them up (slowly so they were not chewy) and topped them with a scoop of the banana/raspberry ice cream.  Added a little drizzle of caramel syrup (because you can be TOO healthy, of course).


It was so tasty!  It sounds weird but it was SOOOOOO GOOD!  SOOOOO GOOD!


And much more healthy and fibrous that vanilla ice cream over double chocolate brownies (Oh...brownies).


I so impressed my impromptu culinary self that I had to take a picture. 

I am quite a amateur in the kitchen (and with the camera for that matter) but I'm learning.

What is it about my aura that says "twins"?

I met a woman at the park yesterday while there with 3 of my boys.

She was there with her adorable, two year old, twin girls.

As the kids were playing we got talking about our children (as most women do) at it came out that I have 4...not 3 boys. It took her a few minutes to recover from her shock. Truly.

I told her about Rob's "prophetic" prediction...that we would have 4 boys and one girl. She seemed a bit stunned by that too but the conversation continued. Laughing I told her of Rob's amendment to his previous prediction....that, yes, we would have four boys but he now thought we would have one "girl pregnancy" but that there would be two babies ("Wouldn't that be so cute," Rob says the day he amended early prediction (which just happened to be THE DAY OF MY ULTRASOUND WITH KIAN...like can we not get through one pregnancy before we start planning the next)).

Anyway... The look on this ladies face was priceless. She gasped, "Oh my gosh....I was just going to say that." She said she "knew it" just as soon as I told her that "back when we were dating my husband said we would have four boys and one girl." She thought "No, she is going to have twin girls."

Over and over she kept saying, "I was just going to say that."

All I could do was laugh. I have lost exact count but she is now the 5th or 6th random, as in never have met before in my life, person to predict my next pregnancy is going to be twin girls. Most of them just stop me in the store and tell me so...without ever hearing Rob's own "prophetic" prediction.

It's kind of....interesting (for lack of a better word).

What is it about my aura that says "twins"?

I told Rob about it last night. He had a good laugh. He joked about how disappointed I will be if/and or when I do get pregnant next time and it is not twins.

The truth is....I probably will be. Even though the thought of having any more kids right now, let alone twins, sends me into hysterics.

As part of the "joke" I already have names picked out for my twin girls (although Rob doesn't like one of them). Not that I want twins, necessarily. I would probably cry....HARD. I have just come to terms with it in a way. Like it's inevitable.

I never think about my next pregnancy without thinking about "them"...the two of them.

How bizarre is that? Am I crazy? (okay...don't answer that)

Four boys and twin girls....CAN YOU IMAGINE? Only time will tell....and I guess if you are not reading my blog in the next 3-5 years (and I pray that it is at least that) you may never know how it turns out. :)

Scary....but then again.....

Rare moments of the destructive and naughty

Tenderness

Treasuring a rare, quiet and tender moment of motherhood

Rare indeed. Most of our "moments" are filled with purposefully destructive and naughty behavior (at least where a certain 3 year old is involved). As evidenced:

Poor thing didn't even see it coming.

I refrained from yelling.

Kudos.