Fishy Friday

I'm blogging to you from Red Lobster. (Snicker all you want, but you know the cheesey biscuits are little doughy bits of heaven.). There's not a lot of seafood restaurants to choose from in the landlocked Four Corners, but as you can see from the excitement on JR's face, it's Lobsterfest time here in Farmington, NM. (JR isn't as excited about the lobster as much as he is the menu since he thinks it's 'special for the Ingersolls' being that's what his father told him.) And in Jason's world, Red Lobster probably is hosting Lobsterfest just for him. Oh gotta run! A cheesey biscuit with my name on it just arrived!

Like Peas and Carrots

We've turned a corner. JR has started trying fruits and veggies! We are so excited and proud. He's been enjoying his new found love of health food so much that he wanted to put peas and carrots on his cupcakes last night. Woohoo for veggies!

Healthy and Delicious!

And of course, April Fools!

I'm certain I didn't have any of you going for even a second. Not to worry, things are still absolutely the same here. JR won't touch a fruit or vegetable with a ten foot pole. He even helped make the cupcakes and kept saying, "Are you sure they aren't real peas and carrots?" This is a Martha Stewart recipe (peas are Runts, carrots are Starbursts). Martha failed to mention that when cooking with kids (I'm guessing Martha doesn't do a lot of cooking with small children) that you can actually overstir/beat cake batter. But when you've got 3 sous chefs, (I'm seriously thinking I can turn over the cooking duties to them in the next year) everybody has to have their turn or the wailing and gnashing of teeth is too much to take .

The serious chef.

At every moment his little hands aren't busy he's saying, "Cook, Mommy! Cook, Mommy!"

The not so serious chef

The powertools chef

It's also impossible to keep cupcakes away from small hands when they know how to move chairs and use them to climb.

On the Bright Side

At least they aren't carrying purses.

Yoda

I promise I'm still as conservative as they come, but sometimes this Durango lifestyle just sucks you in. Today was one of those 'When in Rome' days as I let JR go to a yoga class at the library. JR was excited about trying it out and asked us more than once if it's called 'Yoda' or 'yoga'. They started with some standing poses outside.

Here's the tree pose. (JR is in the black shirt and khaki shorts.)

Now I'd say it was about 58 degrees outside and here's the conversation they were having in class.

Teacher: Do you feel the energy in your fingertips? What do you feel?

Boy: I feel the energy in my hands!

Girl: I feel the energy in my fingertips.

JR: I feel hot. Can I take off my shirt?

I know. I so had flashbacks of Matt Damon doing his McConaughey impression, "Do you need me to take off my shirt?"

Later they did the warrior pose.

Teacher: What do you feel now? Do you feel strong?

Girl: I'm strong.

Boy: I'm a warrior!

JR: I'm really hot. Can I take off my shirt?

Teacher: *Sigh* Why don't we go back inside.

Now I don't have any pictures of the inside portion of the class since I was too busy trying to entertain two two-year olds while avoiding the wrath of the old, mean, non-smiling children's librarian. But I was able to peek through the window and get this shot when I heard the didgeridoo music begin. I can't believe the picture isn't blurry I was laughing so hard. And BTW, the didgeridoo music was live. That yoga teacher is a woman of many talents.

Yep, first grade is rough. Good thing these kids got to relax!

I Heart Peeps

Guess what came in the mail yesterday?

When Jason saw the Peeps costumes he gave me "the look".

Me: What?! I don't have any girls.

Jason: They're not dolls, you know.

Yes, I'm aware they aren't dolls, but come on. Who could resist Peeps costumes?!

And with Peeps costumes ready, we had our Easter egg hunt practice after church today.

Practice? you might ask.

Yes, Practice.

My mom has always thought it best to practice Easter egg hunting skills. (Must be a tradition of the German Jew Presbyterians.) So JR has been raised with egg hunt practicing as standard pre-Easter procedure. Today's eggs were empty...just warming up for the real thing.

Unfortunately, It was a little difficult finding hiding places.

First problem: snow (which I did hide a few in)

Then there was the mud

And the non springlike foliage

I also had an experienced egg hunter knocking down Peeps to get to the eggs. During our first practice round he was handicapped with a "have a seat and let them find some". I wised up for the second round and hid "expert level hunter eggs" in the next door neighbors' yard.

Egg Hunters beware. We Ingys are ready. Bring it on!

I'm Trained

I spent the day in Cub Scout leader training. I even earned my first patch! (JR has already asked me if he can have it.) As you can see by the excitement of our trainer, I'm pretty sure they've never had a mom accept her patch after a flourishing twirl with a spin.

So with the earning of this patch the subject of my non-uniform came up.
Me: So um, what's the rule on the uniform? Do I have to wear one?
Everybody there (who were all wearing uniforms): Oh, why wouldn't you want a uniform?
Me: (Thinking to myself: because they're shapeless and khaki *shudder*) Well, cause they aren't pink with sequins. (Big smile and a giggle)

Of course I'll post a picture for you if I ever have to get one. I know how you guys love a good laugh!

The Definition of Awesome

Awesome*. It's snowing again.

*Awe-some [aw-suh m]
-adjective
and in this context is being used very sarcastically

To get the full meaning of the word "awesome" in this sentence, it might be helpful to replace it with, "Are you kidding me?! I'm totally sick of this mess! Isn't 200 inches (or whatever crazy number we've had) enough? I've got some super cute spring dresses that are dying to make an appearance and with this kind of weather it's just not going to happen."