Dancing Stars

That's what Stellan calls "Dancing With the Stars." And he loves that show. It's a combination of the flips and tricks, flashy costumes and lively music, I think. Also, he doesn't have to pay attention for more than 3 minutes at a time. So we decided to have a little get-together for the premiere with his friend Kirk (and Amy and Sean, Kirk's parents).

In honor of the event, we made star-shaped (and other similar motifed) cookies and made snarky comments about the contestants. OK, the kids made the cookies, the grown-ups were snarky. The kids didn't watch a whole lot of dancing, but they did have lots of fun making cookies and playing.

What To Do...

What do you do with all that extra daylight we're all saving?

Go fly a kite. The weather today was perfect kite weather, so we took advantage and headed to the park for some late afternoon fun. Stellan loved it, although we did have one near-catastrophe; Kevin kicked a soccer ball past Stellan, who dropped the kite string without a second thought to chase the ball. Luckily, Kev caught the spool as it went flying by him. Good save, honey!

Pi(e) Day: Epic Fail

Don't the picture fool you, it didn't go well. In fact, the whole meal was a disaster. First, the chicken tikka masala ended up so salty it was inedible. Even Kev couldn't pretend he could eat it (and I think he's pretty good at pretending he likes my cooking). But I had hoped that the strawberry cream pie I stayed up late making the night before would redeem me. No such luck. Oh, it looked beautiful, fresh whipped cream, delicious strawberries (please note the 3.14 strawberry slices on the very top); but underneath the cream layer had turned into mush, taking the crust with it into a slushy abyss of grainy disgustingness.

Better luck next year, I guess.

His Heart Is In The Right Place

[We are driving home from the park, and Stellan knows naptime is imminent.]

Stellan: No go home, Mommy.

Mommy: That's where we're headed. We had fun at the park, now we're going home.

Stellan: I don't wanna go home!

Mommy: Where should we go instead?
Stellan [pointing at a seedy efficiency apartment/motel building]: There!

Mommy: What would we do there?

Stellan: Eat chocolate.