If you ask him

If you ask him, he'll tell you his name is Rhys and he's four and a half.


If you ask him, he'll tell you "yes" he knows his clothes are on backwards.

If you ask him if he's going to turn his clothes around, he'll giggle and run away

Summer's here . . .

with raging temperatures, between 99 and 102 this week. Unfortunately those high temps have been raging through the body of this poor little guy. He's spent the majority of his (usual) waking hours like this:
Napping two to three hour naps everyday this week.



Sylvie and I were starting to go a bit stir crazy staying in the house everyday when the weather was so beautiful and since Rhys was starting to feel better we went to the beach for a little while today.


We were only at the beach for about an hour or so but shortly after we got home this is how I found Rhys. Poor little guy, I hope he gets better soon so we can really begin to enjoy our summer.

Entertainment in the condiments

So over the weekend, while helping a friend get ready for her graduation party I found myself in a fast food restaurant that I haven't been in, in years. While waiting for my order I was perusing the selection of condiments only to find an assortment of witty comments on each on one. These were a few 0f my favorites.

No, you cannot say "we meet again" because quite frankly I've never met you before.

I burst out laughing when I first read this one. Right up my alley and quite entertaining, don't you think?

No. No, I will not marry you. And quite frankly if anyone should ever happen to propose to me in this manner no matter how much I loved him the answer would still be, no.

What a story that would be to tell your children. "Well, honey when your father proposed he took me to a fast food joint and ever so slyly slide the sause packet across the table and waited patiently and expentantly while I read the text written on said sauce packet."

I've heard some engagement proposal stories over the years. It's always fun to hear how your father or mother or brother or sister or friend or whoever asked (or was asked by) their significant other for their hand in marriage. Come to think of it I have no idea how my dad proposed to my mom . . . hmmm, I think I may need to ask him. Do you have any good engagement stories?

Well, I'm going to make another attempt ...

we'll see how this goes. So where do I start? How about with the most recent events and I'll slowly work my way backwards until we're all caught up, how about that?

This past Wednesday (June 9th) marked the "official" beginning of summer for the kids and I, as it was their last day of school. Let me just say Thursday and Friday were somewhat unpleasant as the kids didn't really have an idea of what to do now that their usual schedule as been completely abandoned. I've got to figure out a daily routine for us to follow otherwise we're all gonna go crazy. I tell you these kids need a good schedule to follow.

One of the things I've decided to do with them, now that they're older, is cooking. They both love cooking and helping out in the kitchen and they're more likely to eat what's in front of them if they are the ones who made it. Right now there's not a whole lot in the house to work with but I found this recipe for Marshmallow Fluff over at this website and let me just tell you, I didn't make the whole recipe and we still ended up with a TON of fluff but Rhys and Sylvie loved it.

This girl loves her fluff!

Rhys wasn't so fond of getting all sticky so while I cleaning up he was spending some quality time with Zoe.

Marshmallow Fluff + Nutella + Graham Crackers

= S'Mores!! mmmmm, yummm