Not me! Birthdays, Brownies, and Baby Fever Edition.

I did not get baby fever this weekend.

No.

Not me.

(Interruption:  Could we all just pause for a moment of awe and wonder while we recognize the fact that I figured out how to A) crop a photo and B) figured out how to make it black and white?)

(Thank you.)

I did not secretly want to run off with my tiny niece and have her all to myself.

No.

I would not wish such things.

Especially after I posted a whole list of reasons why I should not have a baby on the very same day I was holding my sweet niece.

But, seriously.

Look at this baby.

 

Oh.

Be.

Still.

My.

Heart.

I did not decide that I needed another baby based simply on the fact that this baby looks precisely like my babies looked as newborns.

Meet Alex and Holly.

This is not how they reacted when someone teased them about someday having kids.

Poor Holly.

She is still getting used to us.

Jason.

Remember Jason?

(Interruption:  No.  I am not posting that picture of Jason too often.)

Jason did not turn super beat red when my mother loudly announced when he walked in the door:

"Jason!  I am not used to seeing you with your shirt on!"

I did not inform my mother that her comment sounded mildly inappropriate as the majority of adults in the room have never read my blog.

My mother did not get a little embarrassed.

Jason did not miss his sweet-honey, Amy, who lives too many hours away for his lonely heart.

No.

Not him.

He always sits all by himself real quiet-like on the stairs at family gatherings.

Interruption:  I did not forget to put away a roll of paper towels amidst my pre-party pretend-cleaning frenzy.

The Birthday Boy.

He did not get super excited the moment he opened his new, huge truck that Uncle Alex picked out for him.

He did not refuse to come back to the party and finish opening his gifts.

I did not make him come and finish opening presents.

And, I most certainly did not force him to try on his super cute new shark hooded towel.

And would you all like to know what my son, my darling child, did not do?

He did not scream in fury:

"No!  I DON'T LIKE IT!"

Now, isn't that precious?

Interruption:  Please locate Jason in the above picture.  He is standing, on the left side.

I will bet you all one whole dollar the he is either:

A)  Sending a text to sweet-honey Amy

or

B) Receiving a text from sweet-honey Amy

Over and out.

Sweet Daisy Mae.

She did not interrupt her birthday song 8 times to  inform all other kids in attendance that she, and only she would be blowing out the candles.

Back to Handsome Dude.

I did not realize a little too late that M&M's would bleed onto whipped cream.

*gasp*

I did not just give away the first initial of Handsome Dude's name.

I have not been attacking this cake in the fridge with a fork every hour.

I do not really like this cake at all.

So much so, that I am not going to share the recipe with you.

Strawberry Brownie Torte

1)  Preheat oven to 350.

Line a 16 1/2 x 11 1/2x 1 inch jelly toll pan with waxed paper.

Spray with veg. oil spray and dust with flour, shake out excess.

2)  In a large mixing bowl, stir together one brownie mix, 1/2c oil, 1/4c water, and 3 eggs. 

(I added chocolate chips.  Because I do not really like chocolate)

Spread into prepared pan and place in oven.

3)  Bake 15-20 minutes. Remove and let cool completely.

I like to put the pan in the freezer for about 30 minutes.

4)  Sure.  You could be a goodie-goodie and make homemade whipped cream.

Not so for me.

I just pulled out a big ol' tub of Cool Whip.

5)  Wash, slice, and dry 1 pint of strawberries.  Toss with 1 T sugar.

6)  To assemble:  Cut the brownies crosswise into 4 pieces.

Place on piece on bottom of serving platter.

Spread on some Cool Whip.

Then some strawberries.

Repeat until all layers done.

Normally, you don't put whipped cream on the top.

I just needed to convert mine into a birthday cake, you see.

Also, you don't need to stick gummy worms in the cake.

Or create a giant "C" on the top.

 

Any-who.

It is super yummy.

 Not that I would know.

Remember . . . I am on Weight Watchers . . . .

Or

Am

I?

Happy Monday!

What have you not done lately?!?!