This is my favorite snack!

Today, mom and I made "popsiscles." Had we been thinking we'd have taken photos of the process, but we forgot. A bunch of strawberries in the blender with some orange juice, pour in molds, and freeze.

Voi-la! My favorite snack.

In some circles, I've heard it's rude to lick your plate.....but they are stinkin' good... A man's got to do what a man's got to do.

Smoovie! Smoovie! Smoovie!

We went strawberry picking one day on a whim. We didn't know what we were doing, when to go or what to do with the berries. But we did know that they make great smoothies (or smoovies if you are Quinn) this winter.

I ate more berries than I picked. I think I must have a bad mom or something because I heard another mommy say to her kid, "no, no, no don't eat that. It hasn't been washed yet." My mom was feeding me unwashed berries. I wonder if I should be worried. Either that other lady is crazy or my mom is out to get me.

Altogether, not counting what we ate, we (mom) picked 20 pound of berries for $29. Which means that we can have smoothies all winter long and we saved about $140 of what we would have spent buying frozen berries from the store.

A work in progress...part one.

Dear Jesus,

Please help me figure out how to let my pees out. I can sit here all day and nothing comes out.

Amen.

PS....do you like my beard? I heard that you might have had one....but you probably didn't have a mohawk, huh?

Happy Birthday Aunt Laura

Aunt Laura came over for her birthday...which meant that I got to have some ice cream cake...her favorite.

ugh....how come dad's piece is so big. You have got to be kidding me.

Aunt Laura, you knock me off my feet!

Funny sayings

Here are a few silly things that Quinn has said recently.

One night Dad was reading at bedtime. He noticed that Quinn was munching on something.

• Dad: Quinn, is that a booger in your mouth?



• Quinn: No, it's just a fingernail.

Again at bedtime....Quinn was hiding in his closet, planning to scare Daddy when he came up to tuck him in. After thouroughly scaring his dad, he crawled out of the closet and over to the big boy bed, pretending to be a cat.

• Dad: What's the cat's name?



• Quinn: D......O......G.........

We have on rare occasion bribed Quinn to eat vegetables. The other night Quinn bribed himself.

• When I finished all this, I'm going to have a cookie! (too bad he didn't hold up his end of the bargan...darn carrots.)

Move over Martha

Move over Martha! There's a new guy in town. I LOVE to bake....or rather eat baked goods. Today's task was banana bread. Mom's scoops and I dump (in more than one way although generally not at the same time). We are the perfect partnership in the kitchen. Our third and often silent partner usually arrives about the time we are pulling out of the oven to sample our goods.

In about 15 years...

In about 15 years, I may be a lifeguard just like my mom was. but for now, I'll tag along with her to work once in a while.