Prepare thyselves for the blog post you’re about to read. It’s a recap of one-half of this duo’s summer.
The tribe and I took a trip to Colorado as we usually do every year. Only this time with two kids in tow. After many people said they’re farewells, hugs, good riddances, and god speeds, we were off for an adventure.
The good news?
The toddler had her movies playing.
The bad news?
She threw up three hours into the trip.
We shut the movies off, and the car was quiet.
As we started hitting elevation, Jon’s head about exploded. Well, not so much his head as much as his sinuses.
Actually, nevermind, I’m not sure how that’s good news.
When you’re anywhere in eastern Colorado, good luck. There aren’t gas stations for miles upon miles.
I think God built us a random gas station that had some off brand of sinus congestions meds. Either that, or it was a mirage. He took them, and he didn’t die. So that’s good.
We got to see mountains! Ahhh, breath of fresh air!
The tot threw up.
She threw up twice.
Oh, that’s not a silver lining. I’ll tell you what was lined with something, though, was the box she ralphed in.
We were on full feed the entire trip. It was Thanksgiving every day.
It was Thanksgiving every day.
It was a delicious Thanksgiving every single meal of every single day.
I miss our breakfasts and coffee with the grandparents.
Back to some good news.
We bought Charlie a couple movies for the car ride, which we all know how that went.
Did you know “Frozen” still costs 25 bucks?!
How is this possible?
Ah, forget it. Just let it go.
I’m almost done jabbering.
Here’s some pictures of the events.
Oh, this first one was Beer:30 at O’Dell Brewing Company.
And flights dominated with Grandpa!
Oh, wait, how did Harvey get there. This was the day before we left after a sink bath. He liked it.
This was Dessert:30. PIE. There is no greater dessert than pie.
This was shortly after she ralphed…again. She likes wearing that shirt wrong.
We walked suburbia every night.
Charlie liked baking with Great Grandma! Someone needs to teach her. Lord knows I can’t
RMNP, Colorado. At da tippy-top.
Selfies with Dad. A good mom would have gotten out and taken a picture of them for them, but it was cold. This worked.
Then we returned home, and I got my puppy back.
Pictures are done and it’s time for an easy recipe.
School’s starting again. Well, maybe that’s good news depending on who you are. For sure things are bound to get more hectic!
The recipe is noodles lined with cheese. And it’s an easy mac n’ cheese alternative to the box! Returning home all hot messes, inexplicably hungry because after being on full feed, we needed something filling stat. There was little to know time to ‘create’ a recipe of our own, so we’re simply passing along one of our favorite Pioneer Woman recipes. Thanks, Ree! Filling, delicious, comforting. Perfect for the kiddos headed back to school, perfect for exhausted parents, perfect for every single one of you out there.
Easy Shells and Cheese
12 ounces, weight Small Or Medium Pasta Shells
2 cups 2%% Milk
1 Tablespoon Butter
8 ounces, weight Velveeta, Cut Into Cubes (I Actually Used About 10-12 Ounces!)
2 cups Grated Sharp Cheddar Cheese (more To Taste!)
1/4 teaspoon Seasoned Salt, More To Taste
1/2 teaspoon Black Pepper
1/2 cup Frozen Peas (more To Taste)
8 slices Thin Bacon, Fried Crisp And Chopped
Cook pasta according to package instructions for al dente (do not overcook). Drain and set aside.
In a large pot heat the milk and butter over medium-low heat. Turn off the heat, then add Velveeta and stir until completely smooth and melted. Stir in the grated cheddar, then add seasoned salt and pepper.
Stir until combined, then taste it and add more seasonings if needed.
Add cooked pasta and stir until coated. It will be soupy and saucy, but will thicken slowly.
If desired, stir in frozen peas (they will thaw) and bacon. Serve immediately.
Perfect for those chilly evenings that are just around the bend.
There are so many more fun and hilarious things that happened on the trip, from the phrases Charlie uttered to just everything in between, but my soft, pliable, recovering brain just can’t recollect a thing right now. It’s all a blur, but we saw, we went, we conquered the great mountain west, enjoyed our time with the grandparents, and finally left their house looking like it had been ransacked. That’s our calling card.