Fear is not a factor

We decided to end the day with a fire with neighbors.

So what do you get when you cross two 13 year old boys, marshmallows & grasshoppers? How about if those boys just watched an episode of "Survivorman"?

No, it's not a joke. I just wish I'd had my camera...

These two were amazed to learn on TV that you can actually eat a grasshopper... and not die or grow wings or something. Barf maybe.. but not die. Oh, and they have nutritional value.

So they decide that they should try it, just to see what they taste like.

Like little hunters in the night they each catch a grasshopper. They are trying to decide the best way to eat them, poor little grasshoppers with legs flailing about. They must've sensed the end was near. They wanted to roast them over the fire. I just couldn't bear the thought of letting the critters be burnt alive, (sweet, I know) so I vetoed that. (Truth be told, I'm not sure why I think burning the grasshoppers is not ok but chewing them is just fine. I just think cooking them would hurt too much.)

They had a plan.

Each boy takes his grasshopper, throws it on the ground to knock it out stuffs it inside a marshmallow which is then sandwiched between two graham crackers. And of course chocolate chips were added.

With a 'hopper s'mores in hand not willing to back down. Would they really do it?

My precious son, is the first to take a bite. Mmmm.... his face scrunches in disgust. Next bite two... crunch, splurt. And yes, he finished the whole thing while doing a dance similar to one you may have seen Elaine on Sienfeld do.

Quite a scene really. Especially with the neighbor girl who is 5 crying that they "Killed a sweet little grasshopper that was just doing nothing". Thankfully we were able to convince her that they found dead ones and stop the tears.

His buddy, took a little egging but not to be less of a man, he too ate a whole grasshopper s'more.

I still shiver thinking of how awful that was. My husband assures me that this is normal for boys, this is the kind of stuff they do.

I am so proud.

The sweet taste of rainbow

So, the kids came home from a visit with my parents yesterday. I decided a little treat was in order.

We gave them some Timbits and a bowl of rainbow icecream. What kid doesn`t like colorful rainbow icecream right?

All of a sudden from the table I hear Princess calling my name. "Mom, I don't like this icecream. It's yucky. It tastes like... like real rainbows."

I had to giggle. So today I asked her what real rainbows taste like. She gives a little eye roll and says, "Mom, a rainbow is just the reflection of the sun on water. So I guess it tastes like water."

Five is so fun.

You'd never guess that Princess had a meltdown tonight because she couldn't have a bowl of rainbow icecream... the same stuff she wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole yesterday.

Well... welcome

Day one of blogging... ever.

I figure this is a pretty good way to keep in touch with those that know us but live oh-so-far-away.


I've read lots of blogs. Most bloggers are funny... at least witty. I'm not that. A little more vanilla really.

I do get funny and witty but usually only when my dad's around. He keeps me on my toes and really we have somewhat of an unspoken wit-battle. Mostly though, he makes me laugh and I make it my personal challange to make him laugh so hard he cries everytime I visit... usually I succeed. Sometimes I just have to say "knock out grandma's dog" or show him my bottom teeth and it's enough.

Anyhow, most of you know all of us... a busy whirlwind of a family. *names have been changed to protect the identity of the rascals*

Mr. Golf & I have four little (mostly) darlings:
Smarty.. Age 16










Sporty.. Age 13

Cheeky.. Age 11

and Princess.. Age 5

Oh yes, and of course the apple of our children's eye... Max.









Anyhow, I will update from time to time as things go on. You can check in and see what we're up to. I can also share things that the kids do and say!

So there you have it. :)