My darling ankle-biters are pestering me (i.e. chanting/screaming “CHEESECAKE!!!”) to make mini key lime cheesecakes as I write this post. So, don’t be surprised if there are a ton of mistakes and jumbled thoughts… I don’t have time to edit today. The call of a kitchen project is too strong. Must type fast…
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First of all, Happy St. Patty’s Day! We’re making mini key lime cheesecakes today because they’re green and we’d like to give a shout out to Ireland and St. Patrick. Maybe I’ll get my act together and take some photos of our creation.
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Little cousin, T-bone, turned five last Thursday! I can’t believe it he’s five already. It seems like he was a plump ball of chub only yesterday. *sigh*
My kids enjoyed the cupcakes and chips at T-bone’s after school park party.
There was a big baseball pinata. Oh, boy! That was a hit (pardon the pun). Ha!
The scene before the sugar high… They look like wild animals feasting on their kill…
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Steph and I taught our very first kid’s Zumba classes at Wildman’s preschool on Monday. A total of 46 children participated. Luckily, they were spread out into 3 separate groups. We danced to “La Bamba” with stick ponies, strutted our stuff in a circle with red bandannas to Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire”, and we did a conga line and obstacle course while listening to “Hot, Hot, Hot” by Buster Poindexter. After a cool down to “A Hard Day’s Night” and a group huddle, we were finished. It was awesome. I think the teachers had just as much fun as the kids!
Wildman was thrilled that I came to his school too. So cute!
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Wildman had his first official T-ball game last Saturday. It was adorable to watch the little kids play. There are no outs, no pitching, no scoring, no pressure. Just fun! Everyone gets to run to the bases.
Almost every child doesn’t know what to do after they hit the ball. They stand there with bat in hand watching the ball roll away and the other team scrambling to catch it. The coach inevitably has to remind the batter to drop the bat and run to first. It’s so darn cute.
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Crap! Now Cutie Pie is chanting “strawberry milk, strawberry milk” in my ear. I’d better run so I can meet the needs of my children. Stay tuned!
Adventures of Four 