Magic Beans

by Stefani on 22-August-2007

Someone’s slippin’ my kid magic beans. Only, he didn’t throw them out the window, he ate ’em. And now he’s growing up overnight.

Exhibit A: My little picky eater has decided, in the last two days, to eat rare and wonderful things like pears, rice, steak and carrots! Maybe you don’t understand the weight of this. To him, this is akin to being handed a plate of pig’s feet, monkey tails, grub worms and tree bark. Everyday, he gets a plate of the same stuff everyone else eats, and everyday he picks at it, eats his bread, drinks his milk, and claims the rest is inedible. For three days now though, he’s cleaned his plate without acting like an unwilling participant in the kiddie version of Fear Factor. He ATE carrots for pity’s sake. CARROTS!

Exhibit B: He told me on the way to the gym that he had decided today was the day he would ride the red slide. People this is THE RED SLIDE. It has been his Mount Everest for months. He can barely gaze upon it without breaking out into a cold sweat. Kids have gone missing on this thing. They go up, and they never come down! Well today he scaled it, and rode down with a look on his face like, “It ain’t no thang.”

Exhibit C: He has decided he’s done with diapers. He wanted big boy underpants and he wanted them NOW. He got ’em, and he did the deed in the potty all day, with a few minor mishaps.

When the older boys were potty training, we gave them a jellybean for a successful visit to the throne.

So what did Daddy think was appropriate for the third kid?


For real.


Maybe it’ll stunt his growth. 🙂

Today was the birthday of one of our favorite people too.

Nana, the boys’ grandmother, turned 29!!!! Congrats on the milestone, Nana. Maybe one day you’ll hit 30. Or not.

My biggest fellas did a really cool thing to surprise her. They made an entire cake, beginning to end, all by themselves. Ryder would have helped, but he was passed out cold from the sugar crash.


I helped read the directions, and gave some suggestions here and there (“might want to remove the eggshells before you turn the mixer on, hon”), but I did not touch a spoon, bowl, whisk or measuring cup.

It darn near killed me, but they were so proud of themselves.


It was Paula Deen’s Double Chocolate Gooey Butter Cake.

We really didn’t think that an entire package of cream cheese, a box of powedered sugar and two sticks of butter would make it rich enough though, so they put whipped cream and sliced strawberries on top.

It was crazy good, and if that doesn’t serve as antidote for those magic beans, I don’t know what will.

Anne August 22, 2007 at 9:08 pm

How sweet of them to bake that cake! I will have to try that recipe.

Sarah Jackson August 22, 2007 at 10:34 pm

Wow! That is a day of some very big boys. You must be one proud mama. And just think of being done with diapers forever. It’s a beautiful thing.

dianeinjapan August 22, 2007 at 10:42 pm

Good for your boys, making a cake–and you lived through it, too! I’m liking the sound of this recipe.

Molly August 22, 2007 at 11:02 pm

I’ve got a sugar rush just from reading this post! My, what big boys you have.

Heather August 23, 2007 at 3:49 am

Isn’t it so awesome to cook with your kids… or in this case, let your kids cook? I get such satisfaction from watching mine grow and learn so I can just imagine how you felt as you wrote this post. It makes up for all the rough moments when raising kids. Everyone understands the grumbles, but it’s just so hard to express the sheer bliss and the absolute joy!

Sarah August 23, 2007 at 5:16 am

Oh man, I am sincerely hoping the day arrives when my very picky eater and non potty using kid just up and decides he is ready to move on! You give me hope. LOL

Tracy August 23, 2007 at 5:27 am

mmm, sugar! And that brownie pan is pretty pretty!

kirsten August 23, 2007 at 6:43 am

mmmmmm… krispy kreme…. aaaaugugguuh ::drool::

erin August 23, 2007 at 6:51 am

go ryder go!

now i want chocolate cake and a krispy kreme…

i love that the boys made the cake themselves and good for you for not helping. i could not do that.

heather August 23, 2007 at 6:55 am

job well done, all around! especially good thinking on the strawberries and whipped cream.

Vanessa August 23, 2007 at 8:33 am

Wow! I am so proud of that little big boy! The RED SLIDE and carrots, I’m faint at that thought; can’t say I’ve accomplished summits like those in a while. Miss you guys!!

Marjorie August 23, 2007 at 10:05 am

I love when they decide to push the issue on potty training! That’s fabulous.

I need to try that cake. Maybe when it’s not 100+ degrees…

Molly August 23, 2007 at 6:18 pm

It’s such a proud moment when you bake your first cake from scratch! Too bad mine was just a month ago… 🙂 Congrats on the red slide! Jumping into the great beyond is pretty scary!

Angela August 23, 2007 at 7:39 pm

Congratulations on witnessing more than one milestone in the course of a few, short days! That cake sounds delicious!

kristin August 24, 2007 at 7:05 am

your mothering bolsters me…keep on!

Teaque August 24, 2007 at 7:37 am

I’m truly enjoying your writing… thanks for sharing!

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