Cub Scout "Blue & Gold" Dinner

The theme for this year's "Blue & Gold" Dinner for Cub Scouts was "Beautiful America." (I've also heard that the theme is "The ABC's of America," but whatever.) Each boy was to decorate a cake or cupcakes to go along with the theme. We contemplated doing the Washington Monument, the White House, a dollar bill, or a quarter. But, with the requirement that each boy had to decorate it entirely by himself, we kept searching for another idea.

Trevor finally chose to do the moon. Now, I know that's not officially part of America, but we decided that American history might fit into the theme somehow. And since we just watched "Apollo 13" last weekend, Trevor decided that recreate the Apollo 11 moon landing:

The frosting is white buttercream with crushed Oreos stirred in. The "craters" are Necco wafers.

I think he did a great job with it! I didn't get a picture of it, but Trevor's friend Max let him borrow his lunar lander, which we placed next to the cake. It looked even more authentic!

Trevor also earned his Bear badge, along with 3 arrow points. He worked really hard on his Scouting the past few months, and he's ready to move on to Webelos!

I'm so proud of him! (And my fingers still show the scars of sewing on that Bear badge the next day!)

New Snow

We got a bunch of new snow this week, and the boys have had a blast playing in it. In Minnesota, the snow at the end of the winter (it is nearly the end, right?!) is always better. Plus, it's no longer -15 degrees, so you can actually go outside.

In this picture, Ethan is attempting to use a snow brick maker to build himself a wall.

In this picture Kevin is helping me bury something...

It's under that huge pile of snow....

Wait...what IS that?!

Oh yes, it's Trevor. You know, it's kind of like being buried in sand at the beach, only a little chillier.

This is Trevor's unfinished igloo. He's still trying to figure out how he is going to put a roof on it.

Don't you just want to move to Minnesota in February?!

Homemade Valentines

If you know me well, you will know that I am NOT a crafty person. Yet, for some reason, I get the biggest kick out of clever, homemade valentines. So, for the last 3 or 4 years, I have helped the boys make valentines for their classes. I even subscribe to Family Fun because they have the greatest ideas each year!

For Trevor's class, we decided to make iPod valentines (an idea from Family Fun).
It's actually a box of those conversation hearts wrapped in red paper with the playlist and controls glued onto the front. Check out the playlist:

Such a great idea! The earbuds are the smaller peanut butter cups wrapped in tin foil.

Ethan chose the paper airplane valentine...you print out the airplane and instructions off of the Family Fun website.

He signed each one and we rolled them up, then tied it along with some Smarties. For Ethan's teacher, we traced his hand on pink cardstock and stuck them to a small tube of hand lotion. He wrote, "Mrs. Lewis, you deserve a hand. Love, Ethan."

They were the hit of the class Valentine's Parties.

And I'm all crafted-out.

Merry Christmas!

We had a nice, relaxing Christmas this year. It's the first time in around 3 years that we haven't traveled some where, and I have to say it was kind of nice! Robert's mom came into town.

Here she is playing Blackjack with the boys.
(Yes...BLACKJACK. And yes, those are real poker chips.)

(Supposedly it teaches math skills or something.)

On Christmas Eve, we let the boys open a few presents. Grandma gave them each beautiful quilts. They were made by a friend of a friend. They are the same pattern, but different fabrics. They each have jars with bugs, frogs, or lizards in them. They are really beautiful, with lots of detail.

The boys LOVE them!

Then they opened another present: matching pajamas.

Cute boys!

Crazy boys!
(By the way, there are no presents under the tree because a certain 2 year old would have opened them up faster than you can say "Jingle Bells.")

Then we read the Christmas story. Robert tried to explain to the boys what frankincense and myrrh are. He described frankincense as something that made you smell good, to which Trevor replied, "Like deoderant?" He then described myrrh as a balm that makes your skin soft, to which Ethan replied, "Like lip balm?" So, now my children think the wise men brought the baby Jesus gold, deoderant, and chapstick.

Next, we sang some Christmas songs (my favorite part of Christmas!). This year, Trevor learned a lot of Christmas songs on piano, so he accompanied us.

Here he is with Grandma singing along.

Next, we hung up the stockings. (Again, we put this off until Christmas Eve because a certain 2-year old would have pulled them down faster than you can say, "Ho, ho ho!")

The far right one is for Grandma...it has 5 little pockets with varying degrees of naughtiness and niceness listed, with a little candy cane you can place according to your rating.
(The boys rated Grandma "Nice Occasionally." Santa changed it to "Nice.")

We put out cookies for "Mr. C."

Here's Ethan is standing guard...Kevin thinks they are for him.

Next morning, the boys didn't wake us up until around 8 a.m.

One of Trevor's favorite gifts: Legos!

One of Ethan's favorite gifts: a book all about the A380

(Yes...apparently an obsession with airplanes is hereditary)

Kevin just wouldn't let go of his candy from his stocking.

It took some convincing to put it down to open presents.

Even when Kevin finally opened some of his presents, it was at a rate of about 1 per half hour. He was all about playing with whatever he opened. He still had some to open after everyone else was finished. Ethan was convinced it was because Kevin actually had more presents than anyone else. We did an unofficial tally to convince him otherwise.

We had yummy cinnamon rolls and orange rolls for breakfast, followed by my first turkey dinner that I've prepared by myself, ever! It turned out all right, but I was pretty tired that night. Our friends the Deans came over later for dessert (I made a peppermint twist cheesecake...pretty yummy!) and games (Bananagrams, Farkle, and Nerts).

It was a great day! I love Christmas. I hope you all had a great holiday, too! Happy New Year!

Australia Trip: Boat Trip Into Sydney

For our first day in Sydney, we picked up the "River Cat" in a suburb, which is a form of mass transit into Sydney. It was great to see all of the fancy river front homes along the Parramatta River. We even saw a glimpse of the Olympic Village. As we got closer and closer to Sydney Harbor, we had amazing views of the Harbor Bridge and the skyline.

Ethan on the River Cat with the Harbor Bridge in the background.

Darling Harbor

Then, after a stop at Darling Harbor, we came under the Harbor Bridge and got that signature Sydney shot: the Opera House!

It is an amazing building!

We got off the boat at Circular Quay and had to walk a bit to the Opera House. All along the sidewalk area there are outdoor cafes and street performers. The boys got a kick out of this one:

A "Living" Statue

We got to have a "private" tour of the Opera House because Dad has a hard time with stairs. We got to see 3 of the 4 theaters that are in the Opera House complex. My favorite was the Concert Hall which seats over 2000 people! It had wood floors, wood ceilings, wood walls, wood seats...all for the best acoustics. I would love to see a concert there! We weren't allowed to take pictures inside the theaters, but our tour guide took a picture of us next to one of the concrete pieces that forms one side of a "sail."

The construction aspect was very interesting!

This stairway outside the Concert Hall took my breath away!

The roof of the Opera House is made of thousands of these little tiles that are actually cream-colored with a few gray tiles thrown in. Our guide said the color of the tiles actually makes the roof look different colors depending on the weather or time of day. I always thought it was just white!

This side of the Opera House reminds me of Spanish Conquistador helmets. The architect wanted all of the stairs up to the Opera House because he wanted it to be like a Mayan temple, only a temple to the arts.

Here's yet another shot of the Opera House (I took a lot!), only from a different view...on the other side of Circular Quay. The Concert Hall is the larger sails closest to this side; the Opera Theater is on the other side. The smaller sails on the right are a restaurant.




After our tour, we ate an extremely overpriced, yet quite tasty lunch at one of the outdoor cafes. Dad was done walking for the day, so the rest of us set out for "The Rocks," the oldest section of Sydney. Some of the original buildings still stand there, but it is now mostly a trendy shopping and eating area.

This is Cadman's Cottage, one of the original buildings from the first settlement of Sydney.

This is one of the narrow alleys in "The Rocks" neighborhood.

After browsing in the crazily overpriced shops, we found a cute ice cream place and headed back to meet Dad.

One more shot of the bridge and Opera House as we left Sydney Harbor.

After our 1-hour boat ride back, we ran a few errands and the boys begged to go to "Hungry Jack's, " or the Australian version of Burger King.

It was just like home, but we had to try it!

Kevin: My "Oh, SOOO Two" Year Old

Today started out as a normal day. This morning it was rather windy and rainy outside, so Kevin and I curled up on the couch. He was watching a movie and snacking on popcorn and I was reading a book. After a little while, Kevin said to me, "Nose. Oh, Mommy, nose," and started pointing at his nose. He has had a bit of a runny nose lately, so I put down my book and looked at his nose. It looked normal, only, there was something in there that didn't belong. Upon closer examination, I discovered it was a popcorn kernal!

So, once I got over my shock, I went for a tissue. I told him to blow, and it flew out into the tissue. Luckily, Kevin is very adept at blowing his nose. Phew, I thought. Disaster averted. Then, Kevin started pointing at his nose again..."Nose, Mommy. Nose!" I looked into the other nostril...yes, another popcorn kernal where it shouldn't be. Only this time it was little higher. I realized I probably hadn't helped matters when I plugged the one nostril to help him blow out the first popcorn kernal. After a few more blows of the nose, the 2nd kernal popped out. Whew! Disaster diverted! And congrats to me for not freaking out too much. I dumped out the rest of the popcorn and told him "No popcorn in your nose!"

We settled back into our movie/book mode. After a few minutes, Kevin grabbed my hand and tried to put my finger in his nose. I thought, what is with this kid and his obsession with putting things in his nose?! "Nose, mommy. Nose!" Not again! This time, I looked a little deeper into the first nostril and I saw what I thought must be another kernal...only it was WAY up in there! This begged the rhetorial question, How many popcorn kernals can a two-year old fit in his nose?!

After a thorough examination, I determined there was just the one kernal still in his nose. We then set about a more vigorous nose blowing session. Blow, blow, blow...nothing! I peeked in his nose...it hadn't moved at all! After a few more tries, I had a fleeting image of my tweezers upstairs in my bathroom drawer, but then came to my senses and decided this was a job for the professionals!

We hopped into the car, drove to Urgent Care, and signed in. I knew the nurses would love it when I told them why my son needed to be seen...she was remarkably composed when I said, "He has a popcorn kernal stuck in his nose." She even showed the appropriate amount of compassion. After a brief wait, and a sucker from the receptionist, we were called back. The nurse did a brief work-up, asked the usual questions, then told me they had another kid in yesterday with a sticker up his nose. Is there some sort of season for these things, or does it just happen all of the time?

Shortly thereafter, a pleasant looking doctor came in. He did a great job of showing Kevin his little light (and showing me the soft, bendable little instrument he was going to be shoving up my son's nose). His first attempt was made with Kevin sitting in my lap, my hand tilting Kevin's head back and the nurse holding Kevin's hands. Kevin was intrigued at first, but then quickly lost interest when the doctor shoved the little instrument up his nose. "I can't get at it from this angle," the doctor said.

So, we laid Kevin down with his head off of the examination table. My job was to hold his feet and hands, while the nurse held his head and shoulders. Once Kevin got wind of this, he was NOT interested. He squirmed and wiggled, but he never cried. Finally, he gave up, and the doctor popped that popcorn kernal out in 10 seconds flat! Hooray! Kevin sat up and we all gave him high-fives! The nurse gave him yet another sucker, as well as a sticker, and we were on our way.

Now, I have heard stories about children putting things into their noses, but I've never really understood it. Why would they do such a thing? Where were their parents? This has never happened to me before...Trevor and Ethan never showed the slightest interest in shoving anything up their noses. Only, Kevin is a rather interesting child. I'm actually not all that surprised that he would do such a thing. In fact, he has always been a little obsessed with popcorn kernals...you know, the ones at the bottom of your bowl of popcorn. I try to pick as many as I can out when I give him a bowl of popcorn, along with the admonition, "Don't eat the seeds...they're yucky!" I guess he found another thing to do with them. And I can honestly say, I wouldn't be surprised if he tried that again.

I wonder where I can get one of those flexible little plastic tool things...

Australia Trip: Blue Mountains

My parents live in a very beautiful part of Australia, the Blue Mountains. Their town is called Springwood, a small town at the base of the Blue Mountains. It reminded me of the small towns and villages you drive through in the more rural parts of England, like the Cotswolds...small little buildings, people bustling about in the morning on the main street, going in and out of little shops for their morning errands. As you wind your way up the Blue Mountains, you find one of these small towns every10 to 15 kilometres or so. It was so green and lush, and the most amazing birds were flying around.

The day after we got there, Mom and Dad wanted to show us around their area. It was a very drizzly, foggy morning, and I was glad we had our jackets with us! (It is spring there right now, so the weather was sort of hit or miss.)

We drove up the main highway into Leura, a cute town where one of the branches of the church meet. They showed us their very unique church building:
It has a sort of open courtyard around it. The people are very proud of it because a prominent Australian architect designed it. It definitely stands out in the town!

We drove to Echo Point, which is a popular scenic spot because you can see the Blue Mountain valley, and the famous "Three Sisters," a rocky outcropping with 3 big rocks. Unfortunately, the fog had not lifted yet, and the view was completely hidden.

(Before)

That's Trevor demonstrating the lack of view. We hit the gift shop, then headed to nearby Katoomba to do a little shopping until the fog cleared. Mom and I went to a neat rock shop that specialized in opals and other native Australian rocks. The owner was originally from France (that's a strange combination of accent for you: French and Australian!) He hand cut and polished all of the stones himself. The opal jewelry was a little pricey, but Mom and I both found these amazing zebra stones there. He had amazing things! Robert and boys hit the local "discount stores" to see what they had. They ended up buying me "Tiffany" cookies (they weren't very good.)

The fog hadn't lifted and we were all hungry, so Mom and Dad took us to their favorite meat pie place, "Mountain High Pies." They were very good! They served them with a side of "mash" (mashed potatoes), peas (mashed peas), or pumpkin (mashed pumpkin). I chose the pumpkin...very tasty!
After lunch, we decided to try Echo Point again...this time the fog had cleared and the view was very different!

(After)

It reminded me of the Grand Canyon, with the reddish rock and the flat peaks jutting out, only it was covered with trees and the bottom was all rain forest. Of course, it also wasn't nearly as big as the Grand Canyon, but still very impressive! Here's a shot of the "Three Sisters":

At the base of the first "Sister" on the left, there is a little bridge. We decided we needed to go on the little bridge. The sign said it was a 1o minute walk, so Mom decided to accompany us (Dad stayed behind.) The trail started out nice, but then it got steeper and steeper, and muddier and muddier. Then we got to some "stairs" that led down to the bridge. I use the term "stairs" loosely because they were extremely steep, extremely large, and extremely uneven from all of the feet that had climbed them. Mom opted out for the crazy steep stair trip, so the rest of us ventured down them. Did I mention they were also extremely slippery because of the rain and drizzle earlier?Anyway, we made it down in one piece (thank goodness for hand rails, which were there every now and then.) The bridge ended up not being that exciting, but the view was beautiful. It was also very crowded with teenagers on a school field trip, so my pictures don't do it justice.

There was also an Aboriginal didgeridoo player at Echo Point. Mom and Dad actually knew him from someone in the branch...sort of a friend of a friend. His name was "Goombalah," although I'm not sure I'm spelling it right. The boys were a bit intimidated by him to sit for a picture, so I got to be in it all by myself!

Another shot with the "Three Sisters" in the background:
After snapping a million shots at Echo Point, we headed down to "Scenic World," home of the world's steepest funicular railway. It takes you down...straight down to the bottom of the Blue Mountain canyon into the rainforest. The ride was pretty exciting...no seatbelts. They played the theme from "Indiana Jones" as we went down, at a 56 degree incline! They had all sorts of protective bars and things on the cars, so we didn't get a good picture. But they had an older, less safe looking railway car set up at the bottom for pictures.

I didn't put a lot of pictures in from our walk through the rainforest because they just didn't do it justice. I've never been in a rainforest-type environment before...cool, dark, and the most beautiful greens and crazy plants, like 15 foot ferns and vines growing everywhere. It was so amazing just to stroll through and looks at all of the plants and trees...the boys loved it, too! After our stroll through the rainforest, we took a huge cable car back up to the top...a fun ride with great views!

Dad then told us he wanted to show us another great lookout point they discovered while visiting a less active lady one day. The clouds had started to roll back in, but it was still amazing! There was even an amazing waterfall...a huge drop down to the valley floor. There was hardly anyone at the that lookout point...a well-kept secret!

Dad then took us on his favorite scenic drive...down to "Megalong Valley." The road was very twisty and turny...Dad said he reminded him of the road to Hanna in Hawaii. At the end of the winding road, we got to the valley where there the trees cleared and there was beautiful farm land. With the Blue Mountains on either side of the valley, it reminded me of a scene from "The Man From Snowy River." Anyway, it was just beautiful. I had Robert pull of the road several times for pictures...we almost got stuck in a mud puddle at one point.

It was a great day...so beautiful. My parents get to drive through these places every day as they teach the gospel and serve the people of this area.

And they even get to see crazy signs like this:

(By the way, that's a wombat in the bottom left-hand corner...but we didn't get to see any one our drive!)