I HATE Lotion

Today, we present you with another golden oldie from Nurse Boy himself...


I hate using lotion.

I don't know why. I used to think that it was girly or something. I guess most of the lotion that I grew up around was scented and that is where I came up with that. It may be that in my teenage years my skin was so oily that if I used lotion my clothes would just slip off of me. My hair was thick then also, so I don't know why I did not think my skin would change too.

So in the last couple of years my hands, face, arms and back have been getting so dry I can't stand to sit around in my own skin. Recently, I have gotten over my preconceived notions about lotion and started using it. I just use whatever the old lady has around, so yes it is scented usually. Anybody got a problem with that?

I work with a lot of patients with liver disease in my line of work. If these patients have a blockage in their bile duct, or have end stage liver disease (ESLD), they develop jaundice. Most of you probably know that is when their skin and eyes turn yellow. Often people get this liver disease because of exposure to Hepatitis B or Hepatitis C. So I have to protect myself to try to prevent getting these diseases. Yesterday I noticed my skin looked a little jaundice. Just a hint.

I deal with most health problems with a handy tool I like to call denial. My wife is a bit of a hypochondriac, so we are a great pair. When the kids are sick she is sure they are dying, and I think they should walk it off.

So the wife put lotion on my back last night since I can't stand wearing clothes anymore, due to my alligator skin. Nudism is not really an option for me, so I needed the lotion. About 6:00 a.m. my wife went to the bathroom and noticed that she had streaks on her arms. Then she realized that my lotion had self tanner in it. When she told me, I knew where my jaundice had been coming from.

Did I mention that I have been putting some lotion on my dry face?

So I now look like George Hamilton and my hate for lotion has been renewed.

Nudism, here I come!

Nursery Boy

In honor of our two year blogiversary coming up in May, I am going take the opportunity during the next two weeks to post just a few of my favorite posts from way back when 2 of you were reading this blog. This one is an old post from Nurse Boy. It was a post I almost didn't let him publish (I think you will understand why). However, there are two lines in here that make me laugh until I cry every time. I hope you enjoy it!



My wife is the director of the nursery at my church. That means that I have to work the nursery some, err, a lot! I enjoy it on Wednesday nights. Sunday is a different story. I listen longingly as praise and worship plays on the speakers on Sunday. But that is not what this blog is about. This blog is about Wednesday night.

I worked with another man tonight. He is my father's age. He is one of my role models, since he is amazing with the kids. He has fun with them, while at the same time he has expectations of them. Anyway, tonight was a big night. We recently changed the rules so we now have 18 months until age 4 all in the same room. The 3 year olds can go to preschool if they are potty trained and can sit through a lesson. Needless to say, we have a couple of three year old hold outs. One of them gets dropped off poopy 75% of the time. The kid is as big as Kevin James. I did not know they made size 40 diapers. I think they correspond with waist size.

Anyway, this kid fights every time you change his diaper. I am not talking whining and kicking. I'm saying the kid moves like a ninja and has the power of a sumo. A sumo with poop in his thong.

Anyway, that is not what this blog is about either. This blog is about a little girl who does not like people she does not know. This girl is watched by a woman in our church. She does not want to be dropped off in the nursery. She typically cries and flinches from the workers until they get her child care provider out of pity. Tonight, she was dropped off and we were told that she does not like men much and we should get a woman.

First of all, that girl does not like people. And second, we should get a woman? Like we stash women in the back that we can tag out with when the going gets tough. Mr. Chuck and Nurse Boy are pros, though. We don't need no stinkin' woman. Get a WOMAN? We had those ten kids forgettin they had parents tonight. The girl ended up having fun, and she even gave us five before the night was over. This from a girl who would hide in her hands if you said her name.

So, the moral of this blog is: Women are overrated.

Monday's Random Musings

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

I took a little, unplanned bloggy break while the Nurse family (aka the in laws) came in town for a visit. I can call them that because they have two children and both of them are nurses. My sister-in-law also has the same name as me. Just a little trivia for you.

Today, I am back for some random thoughts...

***Do you ever wake up in the morning and decide that you HATE the color, cut, and style of your hair? Do you then spend countless hours searching for a picture of a new complementary 'do while ignoring your family and the house? Do you then discover that no hairdo is good enough, only to look up and discover that your family and home have been neglected for shallow reasons? No? That's just me? Huh.

***Do you ever feel like you are the ONLY one trying to keep the house clean and tidy? PLEASE don't tell me that is just me!

***Do you ever find yourself wishing that your oldest was back in diapers and potty training because, while you once thought that was the hardest part of parenting, you now know that it gets so much more difficult. (I NEVER thought I would feel that way and, for the record, I am exaggerating. But, I do miss the simplicity of those parenting days...)

***Do you ever look into your children's eyes and find yourself amazed and proud of who they have become? Yet, still anxious to see who they will be?

***Do you ever wake up in the morning and wish you could throw the alarm away and sleep for several more hours? (I think I feel that way every morning.)

***Do you ever wish you were the "Daddy," since daddys are welcomed home with a song and a dance and mommys field the "Can I have a snack?" and "When is dinner?" questions?

***Do you ever find yourself wishing you had a "life" only to discover that your calendar is too full of soccer games, play dates, and birthday parties to have one?

***Do you ever long for 10 minutes of nothing but pure silence and a Diet Coke? And, maybe, some dark chocolate?

***Do you ever read my random thoughts and wonder how I muddle through this brain of mine day in and day out?

Don't worry...my husband does too!

EDITED TO ADD: Check out my real life friend, Imperfect Mom's answers to my rhetorical questions. Go HERE for some laughs!

Our 200th Post!!!!

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

Well, I simply can't believe that this is our 200th post! WOW! Nurse Boy originally started this blog for fun. Or, as something else he could ignore on his "Honey Do List." Whoops, did I just type that out loud?

By the way, are you noticing who is doing most of the posting lately?

That is the reason why I REFUSE to mow the lawn. Yes, I am capable. Yes, it would bless my husband. But, mostly, it would be added to my weekly list of to do's. No thank you! There are three things I don't do around the house. I don't clean the cat box (Oh, and the cat barf, but that still counts as one, right?). I don't do the trash (especially now that I have two capable little boys to help out). And, I NEVER mow the lawn. That's right, never.

I do everything else. Before you think my husband is "one of those guys" who doesn't help out and only fills the traditional role of father and husband, I should tell you that my husband does help out around the house. Not with the cooking, mind you, but I really can't complain. He helps out a lot around here. In between his demanding job, going to school, and spending quality time with the kids. I know he has a lot on his plate, but the boy can dish it out so I have to always make sure he can take it, too! ;0)

We have both really enjoyed this blog. We use it as a way to record little outtakes from our life. I hope it is enjoyable and entertaining to all of you.

For those of you who have been reading our blog for awhile, you probably know that this has been a year of change for us. Nurse Boy has a new job, he is working on his Master's, and we have left the comfort of our "old" familiar church to begin a new chapter in our spiritual lives as well. Frankly, it has been exhausting and challenging. Oh, I know. Life is almost always challenging. It would be boring otherwise. Honestly, we are embracing all of it. But, we do have some tough times, of course.

The other day, God reminded me of a time that really blessed both Nurse Boy and I. For our 200th post, I would like to share it with you.

Almost 5 years ago we bought the house we now live in. On moving day, we discovered about 10 reasons why we could not move our family in right away. With no plan B and no where else to go, we moved in with my parents. Nurse Boy and I slept in there living room on the sleeper sofa while the boys shared a bedroom. Our house needed more work than we had ever imagined. We spent our evenings, early mornings, and basically every chance we got working on the house. My parents watched the boys for countless hours while we tried to create a safe place for us to live.

As a mother, this was such a difficult time. I spent my days running back and forth to the house and putting every one's needs before my own. Nurse Boy was in medical sales at the time and was traveling on top of everything else. My spiritual life was suffering as well. My prayers were those of desperation. My time of worship seemed almost nonexistent. I was feeling left behind by my Father above. But, the Lord had not given up on me.

One morning I had to run over to the house very early to let someone in to do some work. Nurse Boy was out of town. I was in the van by myself. I didn't even have the radio on. I was just enjoying the peace and quiet. Suddenly, I knew that I must pray for Nurse Boy. I even debated about praying later on in the day, because it was such a peaceful moment in all of my chaos. Instead, I obeyed. I prayed right there in the van. Driving down the road. Wondering what was so urgent. As soon as I prayed, I felt a sense of peace come over me.

Guess what? When I got to my parents', I forgot all about it. Sad, but true. Later that day, Nurse Boy called me as I was pulling up to the grocery store. He hesitated to tell me that he was almost in a horrible car accident. He told me that his car ended up on a median facing the opposite direction of traffic and he had no idea how he got it there. I immediately knew that was exactly what I had prayed for earlier that day. Nurse Boy WAS NOT the driver that day!

Praise God for his faithfulness! He is blessing all of us, even when we choose not to see it. I am thankful for this challenging year. It will produce growth in each one of us!

I am also thankful for each one of you! Thanks for reading!

Monday's Random Musings

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

Nothing but random thoughts today, so here it goes...

***Why do I always forget at least ONE item at the grocery store? Then, I'll send Nurse Boy to the store for said item. When he returns, I immediately realize that there was yet another item I cannot live without.

***I need to own stock in stain stick! I even checked Costco for my favorite brand. I came out empty handed. Too bad because I go through about a gallon a week. Give or take.

***Is there anything cuter than a preschooler declaring, "I'm free (three)!" to anyone and everyone? A close second would be, "Thank you for kissing my ouchie, Mommy."

***Note to self: Do not--I repeat, do not take Nurse Boy to Sweet Pea's annual portrait sessions. He actually spends more money than I do. Who knew?

***Springtime means I can't get enough fresh air, long walks, and ice cream. Some thing's wrong with that picture, huh?

***Saturday we awoke to rain. Lots of it. With 2 soccer games on the itinerary. While I groaned, my boys were so excited about running in the rain and sliding in the mud. All I could think about was the laundry. I guess that's what makes me a mom...

***Do not turn on the news. Ever. Or, at least until 2020. It seems there is nothing positive to report.

***Our economy is in the toilet, people are losing their jobs left and right, yet my grocery bill keeps going up. What? So frustrating...

***On a positive note, we did celebrate Sweet Pea's arrival to the big number "free". It was all about pink, princesses, Dora, pretty dresses, and, well, PINK! She had a blast while her brothers and their GI Joes attacked Cinderella and her pink castle.

Happy Monday everyone!

Friday Fare!

Mrs. Nurse Boy here, of course. I have yet to motivate Nurse Boy to write a Friday Fare! post. I think that is a plus for all of you. He is mostly famous for PB&J around here. And, cereal. For any and all meals. I worry when I leave him in charge of dinner. The kids will survive, right?


Today I am going to step away from chicken. Sometimes I have to mix things up a little bit around here. Stay with me people...


So, today's post is an answer to leftover ham. Yes, we still have leftover ham around here. While most of it made it's way to my freezer Sunday night, I made one of our favorite ham dishes on Monday night. I realize this isn't an original idea. Yes, it is simple. Yes, you can change some of the ingredients to your liking. And, YES, it is delicious!

Can you tell I forgot to take the picture until after dinner? Trust me, it is delicious.

Ham and Rice Casserole
2 cups of cooked rice (I use brown rice)
1 bag of cooked veggies, your choice (Peas are our favorite)
1 can cream of chicken soup, fat free (Or, the soup of your choice. Cream of mushroom is also yummy.)
About a 1/2-1 cup of milk
About 1 1/2 -2 cups of cut up ham
About 1 cup of cheese and some to sprinkle on top
(I personally think fresh mushrooms would make this even more delightful, but the kids simply do not agree, so I resist the temptation to throw them in.)
Seasoning to taste--I add a little garlic, parsley, pepper, and dried onion.


Mix all of the above ingredients together and throw it into a greased casserole dish. Bake at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes to heat through.


And, just for the record, you COULD add cut up (cooked) chicken instead of ham. I'm just saying...

Bruiser Knows His Stuff

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

My little Bruiser is a kindergartner this year. He has recently been writing some of his own stories. And, by stories, I mean Spiderman vs. bad guys. You know that Spiderman can rid the world of evil, right? Sigh, if only it WERE that simple.

Today I would like to share some new vocabulary I discovered in Bruiser's latest story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Spidremon Saves the Dae!

Biye Bruiser

wuns----(once) But, of course!

namde----(named)

bcuz----(because)

osum----(awesome) My personal favorite!!!!

wus----(was)

robr----(robber) Because ALL of his stories have a robber in them, duh!

dwun----(down)

Hooked on phonics worked for him!

Oh, I kid! I love phonics and I am very proud of him. But, I will have this story on display at his wedding reception. Come on, he'll thank me for it!

I think it's OSUM!!!!

Happy Birthday to Our Little Princess!

You are three today! How is that possible?

It seems like it was only yesterday I told your dad that God gave me your name, before you were even born or conceived, that meant "whole or complete."

It seems like it was only yesterday that I told Dimples I was pregnant with you and he cried tears of joy. He knew you were a girl because he had been praying for a sister for "a long time."

It seems like it was only yesterday when your Daddy and I went to have a sonogram and you refused to reveal your "feminine side."

It seems like it was only yesterday when I begged the doctor to do another sonogram in her office to confirm my certainty that you were a girl. Dr. Fisher was able to confirm you were a girl and I was so excited that I barely slept that night. Silly? I think not! I was going to have some pink in my home!

It seems like it was only yesterday when your daddy and I got to hold you in our arms for the first time. Our family was complete.

It seems like it was only yesterday when you peed all over me during MANY diaper changes...and I thought only boys did that.

It seems like it was only yesterday when you said, "Mommy!" for the first time. I immediately suggested you say, "Daddy!" because you were the third and I knew you would be calling out for me at night and daddy would use that against me. Don't think he didn't...

It seems like it was only yesterday when you ran to Dimples for comfort when mommy and daddy disciplined you. (Dimples is always happy to comfort you.)

It seems like it was only yesterday when your brothers became very protective of you. They have even been known to "protect" you from your parents' discipline and firm words of correction.

It seems like it was only yesterday when you demanded to be prayed over and sung to every night while being tucked into bed. Something we never refuse...

It seems like it was only yesterday when you sang "Jesus Loves Me" loudly and proudly, all by yourself.

And, it WAS yesterday when you gave me a big hug, a kiss on the check, and whispered, "I love you, Mommy!" in my ear...

I love you, too, Sweet Pea! Happy Birthday!

Monday's Random Musings

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

I hope all of you had a blessed Resurrection Sunday! I LOVE Easter and usually cry my way through half of the service. We have a AWESOME Savior! Yesterday was a sweet reminder of all he has done for me. Honestly, so is everyday that I get to wake up, breathe in fresh air, and be a mommy to my amazing kids. Oh, and a wife. (Hey, I still like to take jabs at Nurse Boy ;0)

Today my sweet children are home and coming off of a sugar high. Pray for us. ;0) So, I present to you Easter weekend through our random family photos.

Coloring eggs...

Lots of waiting...

You can't see it, but mommy was praying for a mess free dye session...

Bruiser, showing off his art work...

Sweet Pea getting all gussied up!

Doesn't she look pretty?

And, the dress twirling begins...

A princess and her daddy..

Dimples won these at church...

Bruiser won these...(Magic tricks, in case you think he really stuck a pen through his tongue.) Hey, you win some and you lose some. But, someday Dimples will grow out of those roller blades and I think I know who will enjoy them next...
Ready to hunt some eggs!

The loot!


My "peeps!" Aren't they cute?

Friday Fare!

Mrs. Nurse boy here.

Today is Good Friday and all of my kiddos are home for a four day weekend. I am looking forward to our holiday weekend and just being together. We started off our festivities with one of my dearest friends and her adorable son.

Aren't ~L~ and Sweet Pea cute together? We already have an arranged marriage set up, thankyouverymuch. Their family had been so supportive of us for over 11 years. God placed them in our lives and, while we don't get to see them as often as we would like, we are very blessed by their friendship. It is so much fun to watch our kids grow up together!

Today I am going to share a recipe that was sent to me by my friend, Imperfect Mom. You may have noticed some of her funny comments on our blog from time to time. Yes, I realize that some of her comments are funnier than my actual posts. Can I just say that we have some of the best readers? I love reading your comments. You all are so funny!

I have the privilege of knowing Imperfect Mom in real life. She thoughtfully sent me this recipe and assured me that her son loves this stuff. Well, I won't lie and say my boys loved it, but it was deemed "edible". I'll take that! Nurse Boy and I really enjoyed it. I love how simple it is to make! That always makes me like a recipe even more. I am lazy like that. So, read on my fellow lazy cooks. If you aren't a lazy cook, than you are reading the wrong blog. Martha Stewart does not live here.

Apricot Glazed Chicken
(Think Sweet-n-Sour Chicken)

1 cup apricot preserves (I think peach preserves would work as well.)
2/3 cup Russian dressing (It works best with Russian, but French or Catalina will work in a pinch.)
1 envelope onion soup mix
3-5 FROZEN boneless, skinless chicken breasts

Put FROZEN chicken in a crock pot. Mix apricot preserves, dressing and soup mix. Pour over chicken. Cook on low 5-7 hours. Serve over rice.

It is that simple!

Enjoy your Easter weekend! I love Easter. It is one of my favorite holidays. One where we are reminded that we have a Savior. One who died on the cross and rose from the dead! It is a beautiful story of love. More love than we can even imagine. Love for me. Love for you. It moves me and brings me to my knees. I pray that you and your family will be moved by the very true story of our Risen Savior this Easter.

HOW GREAT IS OUR GOD!!!

May I Introduce You?

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

Last week I outed my husband and his best friend...

Aren't they cute? And, so happy together.

So, it only seems fair to share MY best friend with you.


Derek and I go way back.


He cleans my entire house without complaining, gripping, or getting distracted. Every time I ask! He lets me direct him, guide him, and tell him exactly what needs to be done and precisely how I want it to be done. (He doesn't even miss the toilet when he does his business!)


My favorite thing about Derek is his willingness to dance with me. All around the house. Anytime of day. EVERY day. Sometimes he lets me lead.


He and I even share some of the same pet peeves. He can't stand crumbs, dirt, or cat hair. When he comes across such debris, he is on a mission to rid our home of it. I mean, how can you not love a man like that?!


Meet my best friend...

Derek, the Dyson!

Isn't he dreamy? He looks great in yellow, if I do say so myself.

I hope we remain friends forever. Oh, how I love him! But, unlike Nurse Boy and his beloved remote, I am willing to share my best friend. While Derek does make my heart beat faster, I love him even more when he is under the direction of someone else in our home.

Ah, yes! That's more like it!

As a matter of a fact, I am hoping that one day Derek and Nurse Boy will become the best of friends...

Monday's Random Musings

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.


So, here we are.


Monday.


Already.


Today, I want to share some inspiration with you. Last week I went to a Mommy's group and heard a wonderful, positive, and inspirational speaker. Her energy was amazing, her love for God was contagious, and her advice was practical. Her topic was spring cleaning.


Oh, stop groaning. (Especially, YOU, Nurse Boy!)


She gave lots of practical tips. More than I could ever implement, but great ideas none the less. After listening to her speak and connecting with other women, I was feeling inspired to march home and tackle it ALL.


That is, until I was home.


Actually, I did tackle my refrigerator. I took on the spoiled food, moldy remains, and old, dried up spills of who-knows-what. When Nurse Boy came home he was so impressed, until I sent him for takeout. I mean, who can cook dinner after cleaning out your refrigerator? I couldn't get anything dirty again! I needed to sit back and take in it's new found beauty. I knew it would only be hours (maybe even minutes) before someone spilled a sticky, red substance all over my refrigerator and left it to ferment. And, I don't even let the kids eat anything that is sticky AND red.


The next day, I armed myself with Clorox wipes and put the boys through "Bathroom Boot Camp." It was a training session that couldn't have been more specific. We covered every detail and every crevice. Right down to the urine puddles that mysteriously appear behind the toilet 3 minutes after I clean each bathroom. The boys response? "GROSS!"

Um, ya, that is exactly why I am putting you through Bathroom Boot Camp. All I know is, it is not MY urine.


So, now for today's randomness. I will share some random quotes from my boys during our bathroom boot camp:

Whose toothpaste is that in the sink? If it isn't mine, I don't have to clean it up, right?

You want me to wipe THAT up? I don't even know what that is!

That's disgusting!

That is so dirty! You want ME to clean that up?

I have to clean the floor, too?

And, the toilet?

What is that on the toilet?

Urine? Yuck! You want me to clean THAT up, too? But, my hands might touch the urine!

Who lives here, savages? Oh, wait. That one was me.

You want me to clean the floor behind the toilet? But, there might be something gross back there! (You think?!)

I think I might need a bucket to throw up into after I am finished cleaning in here! (I can't make this stuff up, people. They were serious. And, terrified!)

So, I would love to report that my bathrooms remained sparkling clean for more than 3 minutes after THEY cleaned them, but it might take a few weeks of elbow grease before they realize they just create more work for themselves when they don't aim.

All I know is, I am not cleaning up those "mysterious" puddles anymore. No sirree.

Today is Someone's Brithday!

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

Today is my mother's birthday. She is also known as our beloved "Bubby" to my kids. I won't share her age. After all, you never ask a lady her age. But, if I posted her age, you wouldn't believe me. Let's just say, I wish I inherited those genes. I don't think I did.

Nope. The laugh lines and crow's feet staring back at me in the mirror remind me that I didn't get my mom's genes. Thanks Dad.

Happy Birthday, Bubby! You are a wonderful mother and a very supportive grandma. We are so happy to have you in our lives.

Friday Fare!

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

So, it is finally Friday. It looks like it is going to be a beautiful spring day today and I am going to celebrate by going SHOPPING! However, snow is in the forecast this weekend. Grr... Does it mean that I am old since I keep finding myself talking about the weather? Really, I can be a very interesting person, I just want spring to come and STAY!

Tonight Nurse Boy and I are getting out and leaving the kids behind with a babysitter. So, I made this dish the other night. It is one of our favorites, but I am not going to lie. My kids aren't big fans. My kids are extremely picky. And, no, I DO NOT encourage that behavior. It is just a fact I must face. And, they must face the fact that you get what you get and don't throw a fit.

Creamy Chicken Dijon over Noodles

(This picture really doesn't do this dish justice. It is a very tasty and healthy meal for everyone.)

You will Need:
1 Tablespoon olive oil
1 teaspoon minced garlic (about 2 cloves)
1 lb. skinless, boneless, chicken breast strips
8 oz. dry egg noodles
7 oz. sliced mushrooms (You can use canned, but fresh is so much better!)
1/4 cup Dijon mustard
1/2 cup light sour cream OR non-fat plain yogurt

1. Saute olive oil, minced garlic, and chicken for 7 or 8 minutes or until chicken is no longer pink. (Meanwhile, boil the egg noodles as directed.)

2. Add mushrooms to the chicken and cook for a minute or two.

3. Mix together the Dijon mustard and sour cream (or yogurt). Add to bubbling chicken and mushrooms and let it simmer for another minute or two.

4. Serve over noodles. (This recipe serves 4.)

You can even mix in a veggie of your choice, or serve it on the side. Of course, my kids think mixing stuff together is gross. What do they know?

This is excellent with a salad and some fresh fruit.

Have a terrific weekend!

Heathly and Sweet

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

I often find myself searching magazines and the Internet for healthy desserts. You see, I love me some sweets. So do my hips and thighs. And, by love, I mean they (my hips and thighs) like to hold on and never let go. So very thoughtful. I do not love my hips and thighs. I could start listing all of my imperfections here, but I am going to try to stay on topic.

I often try some crazy recipes in hopes that healthy ingredients mixed with chocolate will fool my taste buds, as well as my hips and thighs. The results often end up in the trash, thus fooling no one.

My latest attempt came last week when I tried 3 (yes, 3!) new "healthy" desserts. The secret ingredient? Baby food. Sweet potato and carrot baby food, to be exact. I know what you are thinking. YUM!

No?

Well, you would be CORRECT! I could TASTE the baby food. It wasn't tasty. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't good. It was slightly mushy and very shiny. However, my kids did eat it. Shh...don't tell them what is in those "cookies!" I froze them and am saving them for a special treat.

So, all of my baking left me very disappointed. Then we had the blizzard of '09 this weekend and this mama needed to bake. The computer and I were in a search of a healthy chocolate chip cookie.

Something hearty and delicious.

With wheat germ.

And whole wheat flour.

And rolled oats.

But, don't forget the chocolate and sugar!



(So, I realize some of the ingredients might negate some of the healthy ingredients, but it works for me!)

I came across this recipe and made some alterations based on our preferences and what I had on hand.

These are fabulous! I am not lying!

Healthy Chocolate Chip Cookies
1 cup butter
1 1/2 cup brown sugar
2 tsp. vanilla
2 lg. eggs
2 1/4 cup whole wheat flour
2 tsp. cinnamon
1 1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
12 oz. chocolate chips (dark or semi sweet)
1 cup rolled oats
1/3 cup wheat germ
2/3 cup shredded coconut
1/4 cup. honey

(You can also add 1 cup of chopped nuts. We passed, due to picky kids, but feel free to add them if you like.)

Cream butter until fluffy. Add sugar and vanilla and cream together. Add eggs one at a time. Mix well. Add flour, cinnamon, salt, and baking powder. Stir in oats, wheat germ, coconut, honey and mix well. Mix in chocolate chips. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto greased baking sheet. Bake at 375 degrees for 10 minutes. Makes about 60 cookies. (They do freeze well.)

These cookies have wonderful flavor and excellent texture. We loved them!

Why are you still sitting at your computer? Off to the kitchen and get to work! :0)