Friday, November 11, 2011

Mad Genius

Imagine my surprise when I walk into Super Son's room to find this

"What in the name of Sam Hill is this?" I ask, trying not to laugh.

At which point he poked his head out grinning like a loon.

"Mama, I built a base!

It's safe too!

Nerf bullets can't get through!"

He was all ammo'd up and stocked for the impending zombie apocalypse . . . or something.

I tried to explain that zombies probably wouldn't be 
bothered by nerf bullets, but he could not be dissuaded.

Sheet fort base building with hangers is important business! 


There were lots of knots involved.

Knots in sheets

knots in sweat pants

knots in sweaters.

And hangers.

Don't let me forget to show you the hangers.

This is apparently a really important part of the construction that allows flaps,
but keeps the nerf bullets from making their way through.

Strange thing is that it actually held up for 3 days.

At which point the twitch just under my left eye made it
necessary to dismantle the base until another day.

I'm guessing he will surprise me again tomorrow.

Until then I'll just have to hope the zombies don't show up.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Sacrilege in chocolate form

Miss Thing turned 6

and her teacher opted for hugs from friends rather than birthday spankings.

She seemed pleased with that.

I made cupcakes for her class.

From scratch.

No, no one was hurt.

Except maybe my eyes.

Ack Green Frosting!

Which didn't seem to bother the kids who inhaled them
and were very excited that the flowers were edible too.

I think it might qualify as sacrilegious for someone 
who doesn't like chocolate cake
to make cupcakes that taste this good.

I was kind and benevolent and held some back from 
the ravening horde of kindergarteners 
for Hero Husband and Super Son gush about.

They were grateful.

And then I did it again and made a full cake version for
Miss Thing's birthday party.

With a chocolate chantilly icing.

And fresh berry filing.

Sacrilege I tell you


Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Eli the weird

Eli had a chance to reconnect with our wonderful friends 
from Action Pack Dog Center who so generously brought him into our lives.

I think he remembered her.

But then he completely forgot himself

and started channeling Carmen Miranda

chicka chicka boom

chicka chicka boom


Eli the weird.