Ouch!

My toe hurts.

You see, just a bit ago I walked into the very messy living room where Mr. Evan was playing. He was holding a dart gun (which had already been confiscated from Mr. Eli this morning and which Evan had climbed up on a chair to sneak off of the top of the refrigerator a bit ago).

I announced with all the volume and showmanship of a circus ringmaster, "And now! Mr. Evan is going to demonstrate his great skill iiiiiinnnn.... cleaning up the living room!"

Skillful Mr. Evan looked most perturbed. Then he wound up and hurled his little plastic gun at me. Bullseye! It hit me right on the foot and hurt like a booger!

I said, "Ow!" then turned around and quickly limped out of the room because I didn't want him to see me laughing.

I went in my room and closed the door laughing hysterically (though it really did hurt- a lot). I could hear Evan outside saying indignantly, "I didn't want you to say that!"

Finally I got my emotions under control and went to have a little talk with Mr. Evan. Needless to say, the gun was re-confiscated and Evan didn't get as much help cleaning up the living room as he would have liked.

Guns are dangerous weapons!

And speaking of dangerous weapons, I just got to watch Evan "sneak" out of the house holding a hockey stick to scare away the cat we spotted in the yard. The lucky cat escaped with his life before Evan got within 15 feet of him. But Evan did turn around just before he came back inside and yelled out a menacing warning: "Get away kitty!"

Lively Conversation

I have to include a very brief video of the dessert conversation at the birthday party. It doesn't even begin to capture the snakes, snails and puppy dog tails. Except this loud and "hilarious" conversation consisted more of poop, pee and ear wax. (I'm not kidding.)

You'll have to use your imagination. The boys were all talking at once, cracking themselves and each other up, and in the hubbub, I was able to make out the words "pee," "poop" and "ear wax."

Oh help us all.

Birthday Party

8 boys = Happy chaos, a few tears and gross conversation


Kendall and I made a hockey version of Pin the Tail On the Donkey. It's Get the Puck in the Goal.



Pepperoni pizza, of course.



This is the pinata. If you look closely, you can see the candy flying as the pinata breaks apart.







The boys had fun tearing down the streamers after the party with their new swords. (The mom of gift giver consulted me ahead of time. I okayed the swords because they are foam and it's a losing battle I'm fighting. See? I even have to use violent language to talk about my dislike for weapons.)

The Cake

Here is the finished cake. When I wrote my earlier post regarding the cake, I was feeling annoyed at it. However, the cake and I had some space and a couple hours later I was ready to be on speaking terms again. The in-house cake decorator turned out to be me this time. Kendall did the maple leaf and the numbers. I took care of the rest.

The boys were very happy with their cake which made me happy. I'm not looking forward to the day when they're embarrassed of their very homemade-looking birthday cakes. For now, though, we'll enjoy their appreciation.

Song

Eli likes to sing his thoughts when he's feeling especially cool. Tonight he was riding bike and the song that burst forth from his inner being was, "I have a wedgie and you're a loser!"

"Shweet!"

The title is a direct quote from Mr. Evan when he saw that it was snowing outside. This exclamation caused a rip-roarin' fight between us when I accused Evan of asking Jesus for snow. He said he did ask for snow and then proceeded to taunt me by asking for more and more snow right in front of me!

Don't tell anyone (I have to keep up my Southern image), but the snow is a tiny, tiny bit exciting for me too. I'm just sorry that we skipped fall. The trees are still fairly green. It just got cold so quickly.

Here's Evan in the snow. (Trust me, there is snow falling even if you can't see it.) I was trying to take a picture of him tasting the snow with mouth open and face up-turned. Instead, I got this reaction when a snowflake landed in his eye.

Half-finished and Done

This is what's setting on my table right now. Can you tell what it is? It's a hockey stick cake waiting to be frosted. The puck is beside it. This would be the boys' birthday cake for their party tomorrow night. Oh yeah, and I remembered that decorating cakes makes me tense. Well, I knew that, but this morning I really remembered it. I don't have much desire to continue with the cake.

Where are you Mom, LaRonda, and Cathy when I really need you? Because I noticed you're not here. So anyway, this is what will be waiting for my lovely husband when he wakes up this afternoon. If I'm feeling nice, I'll put the crumb layer on before he wakes up. Yep, Kendall's the cake decorator in this house.

I'll show you the final product after my hubby works his artistic magic.