Cub Scout cookies and other random stuff

This week was Talent night for the Cub Scouts. We tried to think of a talent that Aaron could display at pack meeting.

Our ideas were:

1. A window washing demonstration.

This wasn't really an option, because the meeting was being held in the gym, where there aren't any windows.

2. Taping a pen to the end of his trombone, and having him draw a picture while playing a musical selection.

Aaron has only been playing the trombone for a month. We decided that this might be a bit above his current skill level. (however, he is doing very well with the trombone! Maybe next time)

We finally concluded that his best talent was cooking. The plan was for him to make dinner then take a picture of it and put it on a poster.

The night before Pack meeting Aaron made spaghetti with homemade sauce. (he's only 9, yes, he is amazing) Unfortunately, by the time we remembered to take pictures, dinner was over, all of the spaghetti was gone and all that was left was the dirty dishes.

Instead of pictures of dinner, Aaron decided to make a batch of chocolate chip cookies and bring enough for everyone to have one.

I'm pretty sure that Aaron's talent was everyone's favorite.

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In other news, Max has started speaking with a southern accent, and we have no idea why. It's just weird. Cute, but weird.

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Monday, after the freak snowstorm that dumped an inch of snow in our yard, Max dumped a bag of cotton balls on his bedroom floor, so the inside would match the outside.

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Friday, Brielle made the observation that me and Max are the only ones in the family without a bicycle. (Max does have a tricycle, however, he is 5 and is getting too big for it)

The next day, Max climbed into my lap and said "Mom, I love you SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!"

I gave him a squeeze and said "I love you too!" Then holds my face in his little hands, looks into my eyes and says "And I really think we should get bikes."

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Tonight took Brielle for a girl's night out. When Max found out that we were leaving, he wanted to come with. As we were leaving I explained that he couldn't come because it was just for girls. Then he wrapped his arms around my leg and says "I DON'T WANT FOR YOU TO MISS ME! TAKE ME WITH! I DON'T WANT FOR YOU TO MISS ME!"

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I'm really beginning to think that someone should invent self cleaning kitchen floors.

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When we were at my mom's house last weekend, I pulled out some of her photo albums from when I was a teenager. I showed them pictures of me and said "Look! See how skinny I was, here's photographic evidence that I used to be thin."

Then Aaron says "Who said you were fat?"

Aaron is currently my favorite child.

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It's quite late right now. I'm beginning to think that the Diet Coke that I drank at 10:00 tonight was probably a bad idea...................

Max and the big, sweaty guy

Tonight we went to a wedding reception for the son of a neighbor.
As we waited in the incredibly long line to greet the happy couple, we heard rumors of ice cream as refreshments.
The children were elated..........except for Max. He doesn't like ice cream, because apparently, it's too cold.
After we made our way through the reception line, the kids made a mad dash to the ice cream table.
I will say that we were not disappointed :0)
Chocolate dipped waffle bowls, brownies, caramel, chocolate and marshmallow topping (which I need to say was like creamy clouds made of sugar, sent down from heaven to rest upon my ice cream) various fresh fruits, crushed candy bars, chopped nuts, sprinkles and pink m&ms adorned the table.
Max still insisted that he didn't want ice cream, however, once he saw the brownies, he got very excited.
"I want a brownie! I want a brownie!" He jumped up and down until he got his hands on the plate with the brownie.

Then he saw the ice cream.

The lady serving the ice cream asked him if she could put some on his plate. He hesitated until Brielle said "You know, Max, the ice cream has been sitting out for a while and it's melted a little bit, so it won't be super cold."
This was all it took to convince him and he eagerly handed his plate to the lady who put a Max sized scoop..............

right on top of his brownie.

I knew that this would be trouble, especially with the whole "my food can't be touching, even a little bit" phase that he's been going through lately.

Surprisingly, Max didn't even flinch, and we walked outside to a table in the garden area of the reception center.

We sat down and slid Max's chair up to the table. He picked up his spoon and then it started.

"Hey. I didn't want the ice cream on top of the brownie."

He was uncharacteristically calm about the whole situation. I suggested that we just scoop the ice cream off of the brownie, and he happily agreed.

Then he looked at the brownie.

"Hey, there's still some ice cream on top. I don't want it there."

The already soft ice cream had melted a bit and left a puddle on top of the brownie. I scraped it off the best I could, but there was still some ice cream residue remaining.

My husband said "It's just the same as when you dunk your cookies in milk before you eat them. Go ahead and eat it, it'll taste good."

Max eyed the brownie suspiciously. "I dunk cookies in milk not brownies." Then he picked up his spoon and looked over the entire brownie, trying to find a place to dig in.

Again, I was a bit confused by his calm demeanor.

He finally looked up at me and said "Can I just pick it up with my hand and eat it?"
I told him that would be fine, so he picked up the brownie and "HEY THERE'S ICE CREAM ON THE BOTTOM OF MY BROWNIE!"

Yes, I knew we were headed for a meltdown, and it happened. I took the brownie, looked at the bottom of it, and sure enough, the bottom corner had some ice cream soaked into it. I turned the brownie around and handed it back to him. "Here buddy, just eat the other side, OK?"
He must have been really hungry because he did just that, and finished off the entire brownie, ice cream sludge and all.
I returned to my ice cream (remember, little clouds of marshmallow heaven mixed with chocolate sauce and crushed candy bars........) when Max looked at the melting scoop of ice cream on his plate.
"I don't want to eat this. Do I have to eat this?" he asked.
Almost as if they had rehearsed it, Brielle and Aaron said in unison "I'LL EAT HIS ICE CREAM"
He slid the plate over to them and they proceeded to attack the scoop seeing who could get the most of it first.
I leaned over to my husband and said "Apparently, I haven't actually fed them for like a week." (sidenote, I have fed them for the last week, I just haven't fed them ice cream)
As soon as Aaron finished of the bigger portion of the scoop, he started to shiver. It seems that the combination of eating his ice cream and Max's ice cream, plus being outside in the shade made him shiver uncontrollably.

Teeth were chattering.

This was really strange, because Aaron isn't usually a kid that gets cold easily. He's always the first one to declare that "Sure it's snowing outside, but it's really not that cold, I'm pretty sure I don't need a coat."
Brielle made some comment about how strange it was that he was cold because he's usually kind of sweaty, and then it happened. Max started singing.......

"He's big, he's sweaty, he's a guy, he's big sweaty guy!!"

We all looked at him, because this was kind of random. He must have enjoyed the attention because he sang it again.

"He's big, he's sweaty, he's a guy, he's big sweaty guy!!

This time we laughed, so you guessed it, he continued with his song, only louder.

"HE'S BIG, HE'S SWEATY, HE'S A GUY!
HE'S BIG, SWEATY GUY!!

Then again.

"HE'S BIG, HE'S SWEATY, HE'S A GUY!
HE'S BIG, SWEATY GUY!!!!"

So by now, people are staring. (You know, you'd think I'd be used to this by now.......)

At this point, we just picked him up and hauled him out to the car and we went home.

The problem is that now, I can't get the stupid song out of my head, so here it is, for your listening pleasure (or torture, you decide) Bill Nye and the Sweaty Guy song.








Is it just me, or does big, sweaty guy look a lot like an old version of Mario Lopez?