sugar overload

We took jack to our community easter festival where he got to play in the bounce house, hunt for eggs and decorate his own cupcake.

The cupcake decorating and the egg hunting were foreign concepts for jack. He did not understand the purpose of either event UNTIL he discovered that both involved CANDY...candy that he could munch on til his heart's content!


He kept grabbing the jelly beans in fistfuls and stuffing them in before dad made him adorn his cupcake. If he understood the cupcake was edible too, I'm sure he would have been loading it up with candy.


He didn't do much hunting in the easter egg hunt. Each time he saw an egg, he'd bend down, open it up, and shove the candy in - wrapper and all! He really needs to work on his strategy. I was trying to coach him to hunt and hoard now, then reep the benefits of a basketful of eggs later.


After the Easter festival, we decided to go to Sea World for a few hours. One admission ticket buys you a season pass, so we figured we ought to do it now while jack is still free. We had a great day. I thought Jack would be giddy with amazement over the variety of animals, but he was surprisingly apethetic.


While at the dolphin show, we had the pleasure of meeting this blogworthy "piece of work".

GET THIS: Here we are...family of four trying to find seats at the dolphin show. We had already been given the run-around by sea world staffers as to where we go with a stroller. Finally after being denied access, we grab the baby carrier, Jack, and the cameras and head up to the tippy-top of the stadium. Troy scans the audience looking for some spaces and kindly asks the aforementioned woman and her boyfriend if they were saving the empty spots between them. With a roll of the eyes, she shakes her head no and scoots over a WHOPPING 8 inches. So I proceed to sit down and KINDLY ask again if they could scoot down a little more for my other butt cheek....not to mention Troy's. (I didn't say that part...was thinking it, though) Her response to me....big sigh, then "No, I can't scoot down."

Me: "Oh, why not?"
Her: ( In a snotty, princess tone).."I don't want to be squished"
Me: (now irritated and thinking...is this lady for real?) I respond, "I'm sorry honey, but you're at an amusement park! I hate to break it to ya."
Then Troy chimes in from the aisle where he's still standing with baby carrier and Jack.
Troy: Lady, the only thing I'm sorry about is your personality.

BURN!

She then scoots down another few inches and what do I do? I scoot right up next to her leg. snug as a bug. oh...she was not happy. Even after all of that, we were still sitting with both kids on our laps when there was still room to spare! I have to admit...I felt a bit gratified after getting a photo of this woman for blogging documentation.




Sunday, Troy (or should I say Emeril?) whipped up his own homemade concoction for BBQ sauce that was absolutely out of this world. I kid you not, folks, when I say that it was the best I'd ever tasted! He also whipped up a green and potato salad. As you can see, I wasn't the only one anxious to get my hands on it.


For the first time I let Jack help me make some cookies. Here is how it all went down.


He's a picker like his momma!


Let's just say, if I show up at your house with a plate of homemade goodies, you may want to think twice about indulging.


....and....This is what happens when you turn your head for two seconds.