It's officially summer! I think all of our brains were getting fried toward the end of the school year.
I know because I wrote a check for my daughter's teacher gift and asked her to give it to the organizer's son in class, and she forgot for 4 consecutive days and then lost it.
Then while she was explaining to me that the check was gone, my son came in the room upset that his English muffin was missing. "Well, where did you put it down?" I asked. He showed me and it wasn't there, so I helped him look high and low for 6 or 7 minutes before he remembered that he'd eaten it already.
Like I said, we're pretty ready for summer.
It took us several days to get through the mountains of paperwork the kids each brought home from their desks at school.
My personal favorite was my 11-year-old's love letter from a square to a rectangle. Apparently this was a math assignment and it had to incorporate as many features of a geometric shape as possible.
|Dear Rectangle, I can't stop thinking about your right angles...|
Here's an excerpt: "...We grew up together in Parallelton. Can't the rest of our lives be like that? Please reconsider breaking up with me. The four sides of my mind met and no matter which angle I look at you from, they are all the same — every one of them is right..."
In an effort to add some structure and prevent the house from achieving landfill status with the kids home all day, I instituted a new cleaning policy that I borrowed from Christina at Hands Full and Loving It. It's called 5 Minute Madness, and a few times a day everybody just cleans like crazy for 5 minutes.
Or that's the idea, anyway.
After the first day, my kids started groaning and calling it "5 Minute Sadness," but I guess it's better than nothing.
Phillip celebrated our 12th anniversary on Saturday by going to a monster truck show while I stayed home.
I like to say that for the reactions.
It was actually a lovely day. We took the family to the pool in the morning, got some things done around the house, and then he took the older kids to see the monster trucks while I put the baby to sleep and blogged.
|Oh my gosh, is my posture really like this? Can you give yourself scoliosis?|
Father's Day at our house is all about the food. Although I'm nowhere near the chef that Phillip is, he likes being surprised with yummy food made especially for him.
This year I created a bacon weave breakfast burrito, like this one except filled with eggs, avocado, tomato, and cheese instead of The Yellow Death:
For dinner we had one of his favorite shrimp pasta dishes followed by these easy little strawberry cheesecake bites:
I asked my son to take a picture of me and his sisters making the cheesecakes assembly-line style and I got this picture of my butt looking gigantic. Thanks, son.
|Insert your favorite "Yo momma so fat" joke right here.|
When Phillip opened up the grill for the first time this season, there was a wasp's nest inside. Thinking it would be a quick way to get rid of the nest, he just started up the grill.
Turns out that wasps get very angry when you light their home on fire. I've never seen Phillip run so fast.
We ended up frying our burgers on the stovetop that evening because of the homicidal wasp outside. We may never be able to use our grill again.
With school out we still try to eat a quasi-healthy diet, but I try to have at least a few quick convenience foods on hand that we don't have during the school year. Such as this highly processed sugar cereal:
|Generic Froot Loops. I can't believe they like this stuff.|
My 3-year-old's commentary was, "This has oranges in it because the monkey has an orange in his hand."
Well played, marketing team. It's health food! Like a full serving of fresh fruit in every bowl.