Happy Birthday, GrandDad....

...and get well soon!  Robert helped me bake a cake and decorate it like a chess board since he loves to play chess with GrandDad.  However, GrandDad is under the weather today and his birthday party has been postponed.  Here is a picture of the cake we made:

So that the cake wouldn't go to waste (and so I wouldn't eat it all!), we invited all the neighborhood kids to come over for cake after their dinner.

Jack was in a sugar coma (he's holding an ice pack to his head). 

Knock, Knock!

The boys love to tell jokes.  Actually, they'll do anything for a laugh.  I taught Robert all the classic knock knock jokes as well as the chicken-crossing-the-road jokes.  However, it's obvious he doesn't get the humor in these jokes because he of how he is now making up his own, usually involving a pizza on my head.  Robert has turned into the worst joke teller EVER.  He must get it from his father's genes.

Knock Knock
Who's there?
A pizza falling on your head!  Bwahahahahah!

Why did the chicken cross the road?
To eat his pizza!  hahaha...aren't I silly?

But, the best one of all is the one that little Jack came up with all by himself.  Click on the video below.  Sometimes being honest is all you need to be funny.

Why I don't take the boys out to eat in public anymore

The other day I had the "brilliant" idea to take the boys out to lunch at Costco.  The food is so cheap, and then afterwards we can do some shopping while the boys are fat and happy.  The portions are HUGE.  Robert insisted on ordering a hot dog.  As he was trying to eat it, the people around us started to laugh.  The hot dog was way too big for a little boy to eat.  The couple next to us said that would make the perfect picture.  I agreed, so I whipped out my cell phone and took the picture:

As I'm taking the photo, Jack decides this is the perfect opportunity to ruin my lunch.  While I'm busy getting the shot, Jack took every piece of pepperoni and cheese of my slice of pizza.  He then threw it on the table we were eating on so I could not put it back on the pizza and eat it.  I was left with this mess:

Not only did I not get to eat my lunch, but as I'm cleaning up the mess, Jack decides to dump his cup of lemonade all over my lap.  I suppose I should be grateful since I'm trying to watch what I eat and I shouldn't be eating a humongous slice of pizza.  But, did I really need lemonade dumped in my lap so that I had to walk around Costco looking like I wet my pants???

From now on, "eating out" will consist of me locking the kids in the backyard with their food while I eat mine inside the house in peace.

Grandchildren Cake

My sister and I made this cute cake for Grandma's birthday:  all of her grandchildren, snug in a bed.

 

That's baby Ellie on the left, then Jack, Ryan, Robert and Whit.

The cake was actually quite easy to make.  We used twinkies for the bodies, Nilla Wafers for the faces, and marshmallows for the pillows.  The hard part was keeping my 4 year old's fingers out of the cake when I was done decorating it!

Happy 101st Birthday

Today is my grandma's birthday.  She is turning 101!  She's living proof you can eat Milano cookies every day and live a long life. 

This picture was taken four years ago when Robert was a little baby.

My Thursdays

(Donna Lewis is a local cartoonist.  Her strip, Reply All, now appears in The Washington Post)

It's raining girl scout cookies

I've been eating very well lately, exercising more, and am only 10 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight. I was even able to resist the ultimate temptation and not eat a single girl scout cookie that Alex bought a few weeks ago. Size 4, here I come!  But, I made one mistake....

A few days ago, I told my husband that if I came across a box of thin mints, I would break my diet and eat them.  I thought the chances of that happening were slim to none, since I had not seen the usual sale of girl scout cookies outside the grocery store this year.

But then, last night when I went to the grocery store, there they were....and they had only two boxes of thin mints left!  In my moment of weakness, I bought them.  And, I have a rule that I always buy at least one box from girl scouts.  (long story short: I was traumatized as a young girl when I was in the girl scouts....something to do with being very shy and having to hold a cheesy sign my dad made about "the world ending tomorrow, so buy my girl scout cookies"...)

So, needless to say, I had girl scout cookies for breakfast this morning.  But, I'm about to head to the gym for spinning and then play soccer.  I think I've minimized the damage done.

But then, five minutes ago, my doorbell rang and it was my neighbor's 4 yr old girl.  Holding a box of thin mints.  Telling me to take them because her mom said they couldn't eat anymore.  I couldn't say no and make her cry, so I took them.

Hmmm, do I eat them, or do I pass them off to another unsuspecting mom in my neighborhood????

Stalker

I have a stalker.

He is outside my front door, waiting for me to come out.  I know...creepy, right?

Right now, he's actually sitting in my kids' jogging stroller, patiently waiting for our next encounter. 

My first mistake was making eye contact with him.  Since then, he hasn't left me alone.  I'm thinking I should call the authorities on him, but he is kinda cute.  I would let him in the house, but I think a certain somebody would get jealous.

Don't worry, my dog Lucky is carefully keeping an eye on the situation, ready to attack our stalker if he tries to come in our house.

He won't tell me his name, so the boys and I now call him Charlie.

P.S. If you live near me and know who this stalker belongs to, please let me know!  Robert is already telling me what a cutie he is.  It's just a matter of time before he begs me to keep the dog.  I just have to keep telling myself that having two dogs equals twice the amount of dog poop I have to pick up!