Teacher Appreciation Week: Day 2

G said his teacher LOVED her latte card Monday. Yay!

Tuesday he's taking this adorable little s'more pack that I found on the cute domesticated lady blog.

They're PERFECT! They're so simple, so cute and have that little hint of summer fun around the corner.  The free printable to make the label can be found here, so the only other things you need are a 4x9 clear cello bag, some graham crackers, marshmallows, and little hershey bars (we had lots of extras...YUM!).  The label has directions for making an individual s'more in the microwave!  Too cute!

Mother's Day

Now that I have the 3 little boys tagging along with me everywhere I go, eating out is a different experience.  They are generally well-behaved in public, but they aren't the biggest fans of eating at restaurants and I can see why.  It goes against their perpetual motion mechanisms to sit still for extended periods of time and then their Mom (aka ME) is always frowning at them when they come up with AWESOME ideas.  For example, attempting to eat spaghetti the way our dog would, without utensils or appendages, face first into the sloppy noodles didn't earn a positive reaction from me.  On top of that, the prices are always raised on Mother's Day and most of our favorite restaurants only offer "special" menus.  For these, and many other reasons, we've moved away from the traditional "Mother's Day Brunch" and I've been looking for different things to do with the kids, and with my mom.

This year my mom and I are going to PAINT!!  I'm so excited!  This amazing artist, Timree, taught a boys painting class a couple of weeks ago that G did and loved, so now my mom and I are going back for a little Mother's Day painting class.

Here's 5 year old G's airplane painting (his first time EVER painting on a canvas with real paints)

How adorable is her studio in Newport Beach? 

She has so many fun paintings to chose from in her classes.

After my mom and I paint our cute little paintings, hubby and the kids are going to meet us down by the beach to go on a little Duffy boat ride and picnic.  What a fun day! And no sitting still in a stuffy restaurant for the boys!

Not only is this going to be my mother's day gift, but she's doing a sweet "Father's Day" painting class that G and hubby will go to (the other boys aren't old enough to take the classes yet).  They're painting flip flops! How cute is that?

Do you smell poop?

I hear Max counting "28, 29, 20-ten..." as I walk into the playroom.
Max "Do you smell poop?"
Me: "Is there poop in this room?" (in all honestly I never really know the answer to that question)
Max: "Fynnie pooped in here"
Me: "Where's the poop?"
Max: "Close."
Me: "JUST TELL ME WHERE THE POOP IS!!" (at this point I'm not even moving because I have no idea if I'm one step away from poop squished between my toes.  Yeah, it's happened).
Max: "In my pants."
Me: "THIS is how you tell me you pooped your pants?!"
Max: "Well, I almost broke my record for holding it in.  Almost."

It would be one thing for Max to be obsessed with breaking the world "hold-my-poop-in" record if he was GOOD at it.  This is quite another thing altogether.