sleuthing

A family favorite. We probably put too much

chocolate in each glass of milk.

We can't help it, can you?

(If you said yes, you're probably being untruthfull with yourself. I hope so, because if you really only use one Tablespoon in each glass you are missing out!!) I try to keep it under control with an "out of sight out of mind" tactic (ie the top shelf in the pantry behind something else.) But the other day I came into the kitchen to find the pantry door open wide with the tallest stool ready and waiting. An empty glass of chocolate milk was sitting next to the gallon milk jug on the counter. As I was putting the lid back on the container and pondering who it was that had the tasty treat the answer was revealed. The culprit had left his fingerprints...

I'd say they're just about Jack size-wouldn't you?

ApRiL FoOLs!!

I was such a great mom today! These delicious vanilla cupcakes smothered in home made Chocolate frosting were waiting for the boys when they came home from school today. What an AweSOmE after school snack!!

...until you take a bite!

Clyde, oh Clyde. I watched he and Seth take their bites and begin to eat. Seth was eating around the edges first and therefore missed the cotton balls. Clyde took a great big bite right in! The cotton ball is stringing from his mouth to the cupcake and yet he just looks at it funny and CONTINUES TO CHEW! I'm laughing so hard that my tummy begins to hurt (in fact I'm laughing right now telling it.) I finally go over to the trampoline and say,"STOP! Stop eating that!" He says "What?" and he takes another look at the cupcake - the 2nd cotton ball is staring right at him (in fact, above is a picture of his cupcake.) "What is it anyway?" As if it is some sort of magical filling I have added to his treat. "Cotton balls Clyde! Please stop eating it." (My laughter is turning hysterical now.) "Real Cotton?" - "Yes, Clyde, APRIL FOOLS!!!" - "Gross Mom," as he takes an entire cotton ball out of his mouth that he's been chewing on and hands it to me. I truly believe had I not stopped him he would have just swallowed the whole thing. I did redeem myself by giving him a fresh cupcake-no cotton- after words.

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Then we dropped off cupcakes at our neighbors house, the Judds. 1/2 fools, 1/2 regular. We got their Dad good according to the Mom, daughter Destiny too. They tried to pull a quick return on me a few hours later when I called for something telling me that their 3 year old was having a really difficult time breathing. They were just about to bring her to the ER when I called. Maybe it's a new food allergy? She's been given a blessing and everything but it was only getting worse. "Oh my," I say "What did she eat?" I just let the Mom talk it out, "grilled cheese etc..." until I finally ask, "Are you trying to April Fools me?" her reply, "Now why would I want to do that?"

I fear that next year we are going to get it!!

CoNFuSiOn...

I'm feeling slightly confused.
I think this is my backyard.

But isn't it late February in Arizona?

These are my boys.

(...and my smelly dog)

But what is he holding?

WiErD!

A SeTh FoRt!

There is nothing better than quietly getting ready for my day, alone in my room, listening to happy Sunday morning sounds. Sounds like, "Put that one here." - "No hand me that one." - "That's perfect! ' - "Wait! make sure you leave him a breathing hole" ...and the occasional, "NO! You're going to hurt him!" Then, when I decide to emerge from my bedroom to see what is happening with the brethren I walk out to find this perfect picture as Jackson proudly exclaims,

"It's a SeTh FoRt!"

Then, of course, we needed a "Monte fort"...

...and a "Clyde and Jackson fort."

Happy Sabbath!

you know you have boys when...

Christmas songs go something like this,

"Oh Cannon Bomb, Oh Cannon Bomb how lovely are thy branches." - "MOM! I just sang the Christmas Tree song in German!"-Clyde

And kissing under the mistletoe brings up questions like this,

"Mom? I don't get the part about having missiles on your toes."-Monte

...I'm just sayin'...

Tasty Treat!!

You know how I can tell summer is ending?

We had the missionaries over for a summer supper of Tacos and watermelon...well...maybe just TACO's then.