Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Crazy Pop!

CRG and Cousin A enjoying the making of "crazy popcorn". Anytime cousin A comes over it's one of there favorite things to do. They actually ate all of that popcorn by themselves!

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


Ever since I was little we would spend a few months out of the year eating a lot of eggs getting ready for Easter. The egg would be carefully cracked so only a small hole at the top was made. Then the saving would begin. Hopefully, by the time Easter approached you had enough eggs to do some serious damage to your family.

This year Katy and I made Cascarones, otherwise known as confetti eggs, for the first time. After serious egg eating we ended up with nearly 10 dozen perfectly cracked egg shells. Katy and the boys dyed every egg, with some help from cousin A.

CRG and BJG had lots of fun hanging out with Cousin A and prepping all the eggs for confetti. Of course we left that for Katy and I to do. Can you imagine the mess of 2 3years old and a 1 year old trying to fill 120 eggs with confetti? Instead, just 2 days after completing this project they were all smashed except for one straggler. We'll see when that one comes out....and who deserves it the most! Hope everyone had an outstanding Easter!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The Ice Cream Truck

Remember when you were a little kid and you would hear the ice cream truck off in the distance? I remember running inside and seeing how much change I could corral in the cushions or find laying around. Then all the kids from the street would emerge about the same time, listening carefully trying to find what direction the ICT was coming from. If you were able to come up with about a buck you could seriously do some damage and get whatever you wanted.

Hello 2011. Who knew a bomb pop could cost $2.25? I'm almost certain I could by a 6 pack of them at HEB for about $3. I know, I's the novelty of buying from the ice cream man, but that novelty wears off real quick when you lay down a $5 for 2 bomb pops, get 50 cents back and watch as about 1/3 of the popsicle actually gets eaten while the other 2/3 ends up on the face, ground, shirt, chair, dog's mouth....well, you get the picture.

Granted, this was the first time for the boys to get something from the Ice Cream Man. Next time we hear that evil sound spewing from the his speakers I'll be sure to stay inside.