This first dessert is a must have for the season! Oreos, pudding, and graham cracker crust? Yes, please! Package them individually for friends or neighbors, or make one at home for an afternoon snack. If we’re being perfectly honest here, I’ll admit to devouring one of these for breakfast this week. It totally hit the spot! I mean, a pack of pudding has as much calcium as a glass of milk, score! Plus, the graham cracker crust was like eating crushed cereal, right?! ;)
1 Chocolate Pudding Cup
1 Mini Graham Cracker Crust
Carefully spoon chocolate pudding into mini graham cracker crust. Top with crushed Oreo cookies and mini marshmallows. Softly place pie into small, kraft paper box. Tie with string or twine and top and top with a cute Halloween printable. (You can download all printables below!)
For all you vanilla pudding lovers, this dessert is for you! In under five minutes, you can make these simple candy corn pudding parfaits and mummy cookies!
Vanilla Pudding Snackpacks
Nutter Butter Cookies
White Baking Chocolate
In two separate bowls, mix together vanilla pudding and food coloring. Carefully spoon in colored yellow pudding into desired parfait cup, then orange. Top with white vanilla pudding. To make mummy cookies, melt white baking chocolate in microwave. Coat Nutter Butters evenly in chocolate, then place in fridge to set. Once set, drizzle more melted chocolate on front side to make the mummy wrappings. For eyes, use mini chocolate chips (or crumbled Oreo pieces like I did!)
You can find all recipe ingredients at Walmart and download all the printables here. What are some of your favorite Halloween treats? Leave me a link below, I’d love to check them out! Happy Friday, XO!
I am so excited to share this oh so sweet post on motherhood written by Sharlee from My New Lines. I’m not sure I believed in the whole “mom intuition” thing until I actually had Ellie. It’s a real thing! And reminds me of the Tangled song….Mother knows best! ;)
Sharlee writes about marriage, motherhood, her gorgeous daughter on her blog and has an awesome series called Girl Talk (check it out!) Share the love and leave her a comment or check her out on twitter or instagram. XO
When my daughter was born I had expected to have this feeling of "I know you!" that so many moms describe. I didn't. I was shocked and overcome with the miracle of her and just so surprised with all of it--my love for her, her perfection, all.of.it. When they placed her on my chest and she immediately stopped crying I realized that she knew me.
As the minutes progressed to hours and then days, I did feel like I knew my daughter. I had very spiritual experiences where I realized that she had been with me throughout my pregnancy. I hadn't just carried her body around with me, but her spirit accompanied me as well--I just wasn't aware of her presence until after I'd met her. After I'd felt that spirit--then I knew.
As she outgrew that sweet, sleepy newborn stage she started to develop more and more assertion and personality. Consequently, she stopped sleeping as well. In fact, she turned into an incredibly poor sleeper.
I couldn't put her down for naps. She didn't sleep well at night. Things were a chaotic mess and I was getting advice from everyone I could possibly ask. My own mom gave me a suggestion.
A few weeks into this terrible sleeping pattern, I expressed my frustration to my mom and her response seemed as though she was frustrated back at me. She mentioned that I was asking for all this advice but then not trying it. I was reading too much and filling my head. While I agree that I read entirely too much and none of it helped, I was still hurt and upset. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"Have you even tried what I suggested?"
"No." I quietly replied. Feeling bad that of all the advice I was seeking and trying, I didn't try my own mother's. The next day I followed my mother's advice. It didn't work. My daughter responded exactly as I had assumed she would.
And that's when I realized. I didn't need to feel bad that I didn't take my mom's advice. It wasn't that I didn't respect her opinions or value her input, it was that I knew my daughter.
I have received countless suggestions, some I take--most I don't. There are just certain things I inherently know about my daughter even though we've been together such a short time (at least here on this earth). I know how she will respond to certain situations and so when I'm trying to teach her something, I do it a certain way. I am more gentle with her than some would agree with and that's okay--to each their own. Whether I'm getting her to sleep or trying to get her to calm down when she falls, I approach it in a way that is tailored to her needs. As her mother, I understand her--at least a little.
And so our dance changes...with every stage, we take turns leading, but I ultimately know I am her guide. This understanding about my dance with my daughter and motherhood has given me greater perspective of my Heavenly Father's role in my life. He knows me and my spirit. He knows how I will react to certain things and he has a specific way to approach teaching me things. He may teach someone else a bit (or a lot) differently than he teaches me. Understanding this has given me a chance to look at my struggles and understand that they are, in fact, specific to me and my needs. They are there to help me gain understanding and knowledge that I need. But how great it is to know and understand that as my father, he makes sure that my aide throughout my challenges is also specifically tailored to me.
How grateful I am to know that I am known by Him. I'm even more grateful that, through motherhood, I understand just a little about how it feels to know someone the way He knows me.
Today I'm talking about one of my struggles on my blog. I would love it if you'd stop by.
Thanks for taking over the blog today, Sharlee! Happy Friday Eve, friends! xo, Lex
My Grandma lives in an adorable town called Poulsbo. It’s quaint, colorful, and full of Vikings! (The town was settled by Norwegians, totally reminded me of being in Norway, I loved it!) We spent a morning or two walking the tiny town, eating Viking donuts, and then up the street to visit my 92 year old great grandma, Mimi. Yes, 92! She still walks to the grocery store every day, works in her small garden, and loads us up with treats on our way out the door. Plus, she’s adorable. Two years ago, when Ellie was born, we had talked about getting a five generation photo. Well, we finally got on that! We set up my tripod in Mimi’s yard, Zac jumped up and down behind the camera like a frog to get Ellie to smile, and on the first shot, we got the perfect five generation photo. Bingo! We took a few more, just for kicks and giggles. Betcha can’t tell that we’re related…ha! We all look alike ;)