Let them eat cake...

So my father came over for Christmas and we decided it would be a really good idea to get a Buttercream cake from our favorite bakery...Buttercream! Note...the Lego guy is for scale...it was a HUGE cake.

We sent a big chunk home with Dad...and Todd and I spent the next few days eating this wonderful cake.

Jack came home and we were nice enough to save him a piece...here's the conversation that followed...

Jack: I'm really full from dinner, I don't think I can eat cake...

Todd: I'll eat it for him.

Amy: No, you can save it for breakfast. There's nothing better than cake for breakfast, so long as you also eat a banana. (note, the cake for breakfast post)

The next morning...

Jack: Oh, no, I've become one of THOSE people.

Amy: What are you talking about...?

Jack: I like the cake, but not the frosting. It's like eating a stick of butter.

Amy: You say that like it's a bad thing! I call dibs on the frosting...eat your banana.

Although, I will note that eating buttercream frosting at 6:45am leaves one feeling rather sick about an hour later.

Oh well, it was worth it.

Mmmm, cake.

The Annual Hunt...


Here is Jack, our photographer...note the blaze orange to prevent being accidentally shot at...

We had a new addition to the hunt this year...Beckham was proudly wearing his orange, and wondering what in God's name we were doing...

Jack calls this one "Wilderness Barbie". We got Ginger her own coat, though she was not happy to be walking in the snow, so the little princess got carried.

Potential victims...

Our fearless guide...ok, I didn't get the booty shot this year because he was wearing a snow suit and you really couldn't tell it what was in the picture. I was kind of impressed because here, it almost looks like he's smiling...almost

I then realized I never took a picture of the tree, so I just snapped this one. Christmas is over, all the presents are gone, and I think I need to water the tree...

Merry Christmas!

One middle aged mom and two 10 year old boys decide to go sledding after dinner,
therefore, in the dark...

After an hour or so, a dozen trips up the hill, 4 white washed wipe outs for the mom, and the building of one jump, "If we pee on it, I bet it would freeze solid!," they decide to call it a day...or...night.

I think I'm good for another 2-3 years...

My little boy...


Ok, so this was Halloween, but we did have to have the "no you cannot wear "guy-liner" to school discussion". I'm thinking the nuns might object to 5th graders wearing black eyeliner, especially if the boys are beating the girls to it...