Ammunition

OK, everyone, now that the cross-country road trip is in view, I am picking everyone's brain for your best tricks for subduing those kids in the back seat...DVD player--check, Leapster--check, binoculars--check...

Holy Social Commentary, Batman!

We took the kids to the movies the other day. We let them choose between Wall-E and Kung Fu Panda. {The Professor and I were rooting for Kung Fu Panda, but Cuddles decided we needed to see the one about robots.} I am a huge Pixar fan, but I have to say it was not my favorite in their line-up so far. And it was actually kind of rough as a kids flick, maybe due to the lack of dialog. Cuddles was loaded with questions {not like that is unusual} and Easy lasted in her seat for about the length of the animated short {which I actually liked better than the feature in all honesty.} Plus the film spent most of its time throwing stinging jabs at our, shall we say, growing sedentary lifestyle. Not that I disagreed…
It also reminded me that I need to watch Hello, Dolly.

A Little of This, A Little of That

This one is partly to show off {since it seems to be fewer and farther between that those occasions arise…} and mostly to give a little helpful how-to:
It seems I still have a little bit of creative juices left in me. I made this fabulous birthday cake {a while ago, of course} for Cuddles. And I’ll even tell you the trick!!
After procuring the character you would like to portray on your cake, you smack down a piece of waxed paper on top of the picture. Next, you take a sharpie and trace over the important parts. Flip that baby over and pipe out a thin line of frosting to get the outline. Flip it over again, position onto the cake top and press down gently so that the frosting gets transferred onto said cake. Now you just fill it in with as much frosting as you can stand!!
Let’s just say I had a teensy sugar headache after finishing off the decorating on this one…
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And on the girly side, I was recently tipped off by my pal A.B. about some fun hairdo blogs. {I’ll add one or two onto my sidebar--"she does hair"} However, Easy has granted me permission to do her hair “on Sundays only.” But that’s fine, mostly because of how quickly it changes from this…

To this…

Saturday I woke up at 9.

Here is a little run-down of our family's Freedom Celebration:
July 3rd:
4pm-- arrived at the Hatch Shell for the free concert with Boston Pops and Rascal Flats. Sat around and picnicked with friends and was introduced to everyone we didn't know in the vacinity by our three year old. {"Hey what kind of chips do you have? Mind if I try one?" "Oh, that's a nice statue of liberty hat, mind if I have it?" "Ah, you brought an umbrella, how about if I sit on your lap??"}
8:15--Severe weather arrives, but we hold down the fort so as not to lose our precious spot on the grass. All the wimps lost theirs.
8:30--Concert begins.
10:00--Confetti cannon next to us shoots off, startling the Professor and delighting the children. Can't find Easy...Luckily everyone in the crowd already knows who she is and she's quickly spotted.

July 4th:
2:00--Naptime!!
6:00--Dinner at the Barking Crab. Then we meander over to the Children's Museum because it is of course Target $1 Friday.
8:30--Leave Museum and zip over to the Esplanade for the fireworks show.
9:00--still inching through the crowd trying to find a spot. No chance of sitting tonight...
9:30--Inching along, inching along, and suddenly some preliminary fireworks go off. Everyone stops in their tracks. I guess this will be our spot...
10:30--Sigh of relief as the fireworks finally start. EXCELLENT!!!!
10:50--Easy falls asleep. She almost made it...
11:00--Inching along towards the nearest T stop to commence a subway ride I would rather forget...
12:48--Pull up into our driveway.

And now you know why I woke up at 9 on Saturday.