It's been a few days, so we'll do this mostly with pictures instead of full stories.
Except I'm lying, there are lots of words here.
Feel free to just look at the pictures.
We'll start with a birthday, Josh's, last week.
We didn't want to turn on the oven because it's so hot, so we all agreed on an ice cream cake. And because we've been watching lots of YouTube videos lately, we decided on that ice cream sandwich cake that's been making the rounds.
It tastes exactly like what it is - ice cream sandwiches and cool whip, with m&ms and crushed cookies on top. If you've been sitting around, wondering how you might score yourself at instant headache, then this is your answer. The chemicals in the cool whip combine with the red dye in the m&ms in just the right way to bring on a migraine. If you don't believe me and my migraine, just ask Josh. A birthday headache is always lovely.
It looks so pretty and easy to make on the video.
It's not. It's messy and somewhat of a pain.
So if you've been thinking about making this, maybe don't.
You can live vicariously through us.
This is what it looks like inside.
Also, see that package of knock-off oreos? Yeah, don't ever buy them. They're beyond awful, to the point where we considered taking them back to the store, not to get our money back but to ask them to please take them off the shelves so that other unsuspecting people might save themselves. But we're lazy. We threw them in the garbage.
Despite all that, Josh swears he had a nice birthday.
Another day last week, we pretended to go camping. But because we're us and we don't like to be outside when it's hot and when bugs, frogs and/or cats might end up in our tent, we camped indoors.
We borrowed a real (and huge) tent from our friends and set it up in the playroom. We had great fun, we read stories and played board games and set up sleeping bags in the tent. Some of us even napped. We spent all afternoon in the tent, just hanging out. I mean, don't get me wrong, we kvetched and fought with each other too, but it's kind of fun when kids are not that little anymore; they become good at just hanging out and chatting. Love it.
We had planned on making smores that day too, by building a solar oven. Sadly, it was too cloudy so we saved our smores making for another day, a bright and sunny day. Except that because it's Jacksonville and it rains every single day in the summer, our bright and sunny smores day turned black, cloudy and stormy. Here, I'll show you.
One minute, it was sunny and our solar oven was sitting in the sun, feeling good and all hot and melty.
And the next minute, this. Pouring.
An hour before the rain, we made the solar oven using a shoebox, some foil, saran wrap, just like everyone else on Pinterest. Add in a box of graham crackers, mini Hershey bars and mini marshmallows and we had ourselves a party.
When the rains came, we ran to save the box of smores, hence the last picture above. We microwaved those smores and happily ate them indoors. We put the solar oven away for another sunny day. We also had to put away the 6-year-old's observation sheet for another day. She checked on those smores every ten minutes, which is a whole activity unto itself, with all the clock watching and everything.
Today we baked, because if you've been following along, you'll know that today is Baking Monday. This time, we made muffins, specifically, apple-cinnamon muffins and zucchini-chocolate muffins.
These recipes were exciting for us because we learned to dice apples with knives and to use the mini food chopper for the zucchini. Here's the 5-year-old chopping apples. Check out that chopping action. She could so be on the Food Network.
The little one was not enamored with the chocolate muffins so she wrote me a note.
And finally, to end this very long post, a look back at Sunday, Father's Day.
We made a group gift, a coupon book.
We used those freebie paint chips from Home Depot and some large address labels.
That would be a game of chess, if case you were wondering.
We're not sure how to play Jess :)
Is anyone still here? That was way longer than I thought it'd be. Thanks for sticking with me.
'Till next time.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)