Is that?!?!

So, the other day I was eating some fantastic cookies from Paradise Bakery. Don't you think their cookies are delectable? I do! Anyhow, I was eating one of their Chocolate Chip cookies, and then remembered I hadn't fed the furries their dinner. Being the responsible pet owner that I am, I headed over to the laundry room to begin to dish dinner out. Pups all suddenly awakened and stayed put (albeit excitedly) on their cots while I finished scooping kibble into each bowl.

Mind you, during this scooping of kibble, I'm still happily munching away on my cookie.

My husband just so happened to come in at a certain point in time while I'm scooping and munching. The following is the conversation that took place:

Him: What are you doing?!

Me: Uh, getting the dogs dinner ready. Why?

Him: (With a look of complete and utter disgust on his face) Well, what did you just put in your mouth?

Me: (Quickly realising what he must have witnessed at the precise moment he walked through the door) Oh! Hahahaha! That was some of my cookie!

Him: (Disturbed look on his face) Are you sure? That looked like you just ate some dog food...

Me: (Beginning to laugh nervously for unknown reasons) Yes! I promise I wasn't eating dog food! One of the chocolate chips fell onto my leg while I was scooping the food with the other hand, and I picked up the chocolate chip and ate it! I swear! Here! Look, the cookie still has some chocolate chips in it! (Showed him the cookie)

Him: (Looking cookie over, seeing chocolate chips still inside) Okay, well, I really thought you just ate dog food. That was gross.

Me: Ewww! No way! I promise it was just the chocolate chip!

Him: (While exiting room) Okay, I really hope it wasn't dog food...

I took a pic of a different chocolate chip for comparison, and unless you look up close (like the pic shows), you really wouldn't be able to tell the difference from the distance he was at.



The chocolate chip is the one on the left.

I think...

A Little Bit of Everything

Well, it's finally a week later and my voice has decided to come out of hiding. I'm ecstatic!!! Especially as how I'm leaving tomorrow morning for California for an awesome event called Warrior Dash! Ya, that's right, I'm going to be doing it. I'm super duper excited, and just a teeny bit nervous about going through the pitch black tunnels and going through the water while crossing over/around logs. There, I've said it. I'm a grown woman and I'm scared of the dark and water. Go ahead and laugh, I know it's silly to be scared of those things, but I is, I tell ya! If you don't know what Warrior Dash is, google it. It's an event filled with viking type stuff and awesomeness.

Also, I'd like to wish everyone a belated Happy Easter. Ours was pretty fun, took the kids easter egg hunting on Saturday instead of Sunday. The quick-beating heart part was when I thought my 6-year-old was trampled by other bigger, taller kids in the rush to get to the eggs! It didn't help that he just so happened to be wearing the same colored shirt as all of the volunteers (child and adult alike) for the event. I don't think I've gotten quite so worked up about his safety in quite some time. I finally found him in the mass of children, basket filled with eggs and a big smile on his face. Whew. Littlest guy didn't have it any easier though. You would think that having a completely separate area for toddlers to collect their eggs would mean that parents are watching where they step, seeing as how most of the participants are all of two feet tall and under. Nope, he was almost squashed by a lady backing up into him. Thank goodness for my husband being with our 2-year-old and paying attention. They both collected a decent amount of eggs though, and seemed quite happy afterwards.

Here they are doing the "carry the egg on the spoon, but don't drop it because everyone is scrutinizing your form" activity...





Here is the giant field of eggs for the older kids:



Here's my youngest excited to start grabbing those eggs!



Sadly, the older kids were supposed to wait their turn so the toddlers could get their eggs, and then the older kiddos, but as soon as they heard them yell go for the little ones, they all took off. I wasn't able to get a picture of my boy getting his eggs, and just began have a mini stroke for fear he was going to get trampled. He didn't, and here is the first shot of him after finally spotting him in the crowd.



Anyhow, after getting my heartrate to go back to a normal bpm, he decided he wanted to go on one of the inflatable climbers. This was quite cute as it was a dinosaur/alligator thing and you had to climb up through the mouth. Like so...



Wait, you want me to go down his throat and get swallowed?!



I better get something really great out of this...



And this, ladies and gentlemen, is my view from the back of the inflatable climber:



And he's out!



It wasn't until I pointed it out to him exactly where he had come out of that he realized and got ever so slightly embarassed. :)

Hee hee, it makes me giggle as I think about it now.

On Easter Sunday, we took the monkeys to the zoo. Seemed fitting.

They enjoyed it quite a bit, and we surprised them with the very special treat of hand feeding the giraffes. We all took tremendous joy in that!

No pictures please!















Thanks for the treats!





Our female Standard Poodle sleeps just like the lioness!













If you look closely, these two form a lovely heart with their mohawk heads.



One of the coolest looking plants I've seen in a while...



And some smooches from our little monkey to end a fantastical trip to the zoo!

No Talking!

Soooo....how's it going? I'm okay, I guess. See, I can't talk. Doctor's orders! No more talking for me. Ever!

Not really, just for a couple of days, or at least until my vocal chords decide to not be swollen anymore. Sadly, my voicebox was not playing an April Fool's joke on me. They really are irritated with me. I am quite disappointed in my voice. How dare it go into hiding, all the while making me sound like a 65-year-old woman who's smoked her entire life. I've never touched one of those nasty things, mainly to keep myself from sounding like this and what does my voice do? Sound like this!
My husband seems to be enjoying the quiet. That is, until he asks me a question and gets irked when he gets no response. Then he remembers and his face gets all goofy like.

My sweet, sweet little boy. He felt quite sorry for me not being able to use my voicebox and so he wrote me a heartfelt note.



Cutest thing ever that I have received from him. If you don't have children, or just can't read 6 year old's handwriting, it simply says "Sorry for the sick, I hope you're better". Don't worry, it's already in the keepsakes file. I hope my noisemaker recovers quickly. I've had to stay quiet so far a total of 4 hours and 49 minutes. That's way too long for me to not have opinions flying out of my mouth. Hurry vocal chords! Heal already! The world (household) needs you now more than ever!

Hey you, no talking!