Deliciously Deceiving Cookies

I tried out a new recipe last night.
I am pleased to say I have found a FANTASTIC way to spoil my family (read: toddler) with cookies and not cutting into our diet changes!

You will need:
Bananas (I used three)
Oats (as in raw oatmeal)
Chocolate Chips (just a few!)

I simply placed my bananas in the freezer for a few days and allowed the peel to fully ripen and brown. I then thawed them, blended them well with my mixer, and added oats until I felt that it had reached the optimal "cookie dough" recipe. I threw in a handful of chocolate chips to curb my craving.
Throw in the oven at 350 for 10-15 minutes. And Voila!!!

  And honestly, I used chocolate chips for *my* craving. But the flavor allows for any subbing really. Almonds, Raisins, Blueberries.

 

 

Kid Tested. Momma Approved.

Introduction

I suppose the best introduction to a blog would be a getting to know ones self column.
I'll add pictures.

My name is Jessica. I am awesome 

That's fucking awesome to you.

I am married. Happily....well....most of the time..

This would be Mr.IMO and myself prekids, or in other words : Back when we were happy ALL the time and never imagined we could even argue. Back before we were "comfortable" and became the sweats loving , backpack toting, migraine having, ass washing geniuses that we are to this day. You know....THE LIE.  

Mr.IMO and myself, you see, are quite fantastic on this one thing together.
Any guesses?
SEX!
But no, really, I mean sure we are. But that isn't my point here at all. I can't really show pictures of that *here*. My point is the result of the rumpled sheet madness.
Our children.
We make beautiful children. It's a proven fact.
And they aren't just beautiful but quite the little personalities as well.

Hell, just yesterday our first born (we will call him Squirrel for his exceptional knack for hiding shit away and remembering it months later) brought me a bottle I recall putting in the recycling bin...full of a yellow liquid. Little turd started giggling "It's peeeeeeee".
I do believe that not only is he showing signs of exceptional humor but brains as well.
After all, he was clearly displaying frat boy like behaviors. And you need some smarts to join a fraternity, right?!
But who am I to gloat?

And then we have the baby. Baby Bird. He is a boob loving, diaper filling, cuddle muffin.

You wouldn't think there would be such an authentic bond between a brothership so new, but there is. Squirrel protects Bird. He is the first to his side when he hears his brother crying. And he is the only one Bird will laugh consistently at.

More on me.
I breastfeed, I love the human body. Nekkie bodies are the purest expression of art to me.
I can be vulgar.
I love my vagina. And not just in a "I''m sexy and I know it" kind of way. In fact there will be frequent "MUFFinTime" posts where  I speak as if she were a person.

We are switching to a healthier, whole foods centered diet. My husband has already lost ten pounds in under a week and we all have longer lasting energy.

I am no good at making friends. The one's I do make are pretty magical. But I have a horrible way with words.