SuperMoon!

Photo by Nasa HQ

Check out the Super Moon tonight!  The moon hasn’t been this big or this close since 1993. Cool!

Happy Leprechaun Day!

Sure, I know it’s St. Patrick’s Day, but at our house it’s all about catching that leprechaun.

This year we went a different direction.  During our brainstorm session the kids kept coming up with trap ideas that would well, kill a leprechaun, so we needed to step in – Mike had the idea for a sticky trap.

So, we took a cardboard box, and filled it with sticky rolls of duct tape.  This was to resemble big rocks because, the trap was concealed as

The other side was also irresistible to a Lep:

Then EARLY the next morning (stupid Daylight Savings Time), we staggered downstairs at 6 a.m. to find that we had CAUGHT ONE!!!!

Wait!  What?!?

Sam explained.  “It’s a dressed up green pole that says ‘You Win’”

Then they found fake gold!

That leprechaun prankster!

Anabelle wanted to investigate the fake Leprechaun, and was shocked when she took off his hat to find he was actually a mini M&Ms container!!!  (Sorry for blurry pics. The kids are never still when discovering candy.)

If you try to trap a leprechaun and it doesn’t work, beware… more pranks!

They split up the candy in bags to save for later, and set about to get ready.  We’ve found that when you don’t have green outfits on hand, washable marker can go a long way -

The day went on with busyness and the Leprechaun was forgotten until after dinner when Mike suggested a special treat of vanilla ice cream.

Mike yelled, “Ah! Come on! That Leprechaun has gone too far!”

The kids jumped up to find that the Leprechaun had, in fact, replaced our vanilla ice cream:

with Mint Chocolate Chip!  The kids thought this was hysterical!  (Don’t tell the Leprechaun but I much prefer mint chocolate chip to vanilla, so this worked in my favor.)

Hope you had a fun St. Patrick’s Day!

True Confessions

Today we’ll be working on our Leprechaun Trap and making sure any green clothing is clean for the big day tomorrow!

Yesterday, though, was True Confessions Day and I’ve just been hesitating to share…

The kids like to prank me.

It’s true.

And I like to play along. Until, that is, it gets annoying. It’s a very fine line.

So, on Monday, the kids were playing outside, blowing bubbles and riding scooters and such.  They’d also been in quite the silly mood.  So, Anabelle bangs on the front picture window and shows me her large bubble, and immediately the doorbell rings.  I’m thinking that the kids are working together to prank me.

So, with two dirty dishes in one hand (as I’m cleaning up after dinner), I scrunch down, whip open the door with a silly expression on my face.  I’m sure I looked a little like this:

Only to find a very startled man at my doorstep who was quickly taking steps backward.  “Um, sorry to bother you, ma’am…”

I stood up, smiled, answered his question, then proceeded to close the door, let my cheeks flame and decide never to assume its my kids at the door again!

I consoled myself that I wouldn’t see the man again.

EXCEPT, yesterday I was driving home from picking up the kids and he was walking on the sidewalk in a different area of the subdivision. He recognized me and looked scared!  Oh dear…

HWMNBNITBP

When a Mom gets sick not much in the way of blogging happens.

When a Mom gets sick, World Kidney day and Check your Batteries Day, and Play the Recorder Month barely get the recognition they so desperately crave.

However, when a Mom gets sick, National Frozen Foods Month does get some attention.  Not much, but some.

Today, though, no matter how a Mom feels, is a day that needs to be celebrated in big fashion:

It’s “My Husband’s Birthday” otherwise known as “My Father’s Birthday”, by three children, and “My Owner’s Birthday”, by one tail wagging dog, and “Albert Einstein’s Birthday”, by Fans of International Pi Day (a.k.a NPR listeners).

It’s a good day to serve brownies to the children and Crème Brulee to the hubby; to order in Chinese takeout and serve chicken nuggets to the kids; to play hookie from work and watch The King’s Speech at the movies; to rush back from the movie and pick up the junior high daughter and zoom to the elementary school for an afternoon music concert.

Not necessarily in that order.

It’s a good day to celebrate my man, otherwise known as He Who Must Not Be Named In This Blog Post (HWMNBNITBP).

HWMNBNITBP is having a great day, for those who are interested, and absolutely loves his presents but dislikes increasing the last digit of his age.

A good day for a good man.