Mother's Day Morning

My day began with:
-crepes (Ev's contribution)
-An ice cream Sunday w raspberries (JE's contribution) and
-the feeling of a full night's sleep (selfless Carv's contribution).

Ev presented me with a scallop-bordered and ribboned menu (hasn't fallen far from the tree - I know), some poetry, an original song 'mom is not for sale' complete with a crescendo on the final 'seeeEEEELL' as the e's get bigger, and a convenient pouch to hold the two things I lose most often, keys and phone.
What a morning... Happy to mother these loves.

Fellas

Way to go.

My monogrammed caramel apple craving

Mothers Day Merriment

A spectacular picnic presented by dads featuring salmon that was swimming the day before, a touching (well at least wigged) musical selection of Willy Nelson's 'it's mother's day', a dozen personalized carmel apple pies, and glass bottled orange Fanta. A finale of the best mother's day on record.

Mothers day delish

Who wouldn't want to mother this popped collar preppy, seer-sukered snuggly piece of perfection!?

Hungry for a snack

How lucky am I to be woken from a nap with a scrumptious homemade snack!
A smoothie made of go-gurt & water, topped with whipped cream, garnished with lime and a licorice straw? Clearly this chef is destined for culinary brilliance!

Camp Birthday

We woke Monday morning feeling like an adventure, so we headed for the hills to surprise Ev with 'camp birthday'

Tents, hikes, fires, creeks, songs, some slight confusion about using the restroom in the woods, and a full nights sleep for all five of us.

Highlights include contributions from the girlies to a rule list for staying safe in the woods...
'checkpoint three - don't watch the bear-fight.'
'checkpoint eleven - if you leave the tent at night, the bears will smell you and think you're food.'

Very helpful, thanks girls.

Penelope's cave discovered

Team Fuego

Team Fuego seems quite pleased with themselves. Have built a real roarer we commenced to roasting dogs, s'mores, chocolate stuffed bananas and even cinnamon rolls over the perfect coals.

A crusade of sorts

Since our trek to the mountains, Ev's out to educate. Bats, you see, are simply misunderstood. They eat Mosquitos you know.

The Coveted Hourglass

Yes that's a ball of Kleenex stuffed down her pajama top.
When I asked why (thinking surely age 3 is much too young to be concerned with cup size) how relieved i was to learn that it was a 'puff' (meaning princess sleeve puff - clearly meant for the shoulder, and quite accidentally slipped to the chest). Swoosh - so glad my biggest problems with said 'puffs' are piles of balled up wasted toilet paper strewn about the living room rather than the troubled body image of a toddler... Yes, this one's clearly quite pleased with her physique.

Not an angry bird

Angry mom - Angry daughter

Angriest Birds

Are Angry Birds the He-Man of this generation?

Maca-Maca-Maca-Macaroons

2/3 c. flour
5 1/2 c. flaked coconut
1/4 t. Salt
1(14oz.) can sweetened condensed milk
2 t. vanilla

Stir well, and drop onto parchment papered cookie sheets with an ice cream scoop. Bake golf-ball sized cookies for 12-15 min at 350 degrees until Coconut is toasted. Dip cooled cookies in molten chocolate if desired.

Pets on Parade

Toddlers toting hamsters strapped in teeny strollers, teens in matching tank tops trailing turtles in wagons, marching bands playing 'How much is that doggie in the window' and 'teddy bear picnic' and the Beagle Brigade. Caged parrots, pom-pommed ponies, poodles - and of course us -- the near-rabid cheering fans. We love the annual Pet Parade Party!

Proud of our Pig

We cheered, we clapped, we laughed, we cried as Eva (momma pig) opened the show sending her six little piglets into the big big world with an - ahem -solo that would dazzle even the most discerning critic of the kinder-swine-stage...

The Six Piggy Opera

Never in the history of the Swine Stage has there been a prouder Momma Pig's momma! (and papa)