MISSING

So, either a robber broke into my house (which wouldn't be very hard considering my suburban security techniques) and stole my bulk-sized box of Oreos.....or I'm totally losing my mind...

But I've TOTALLY, ACTUALLY, literally, LOST MY COOKIES! And I've been looking all week to find them.

I guess this is what Alannis Morrisette would call ironic. See, I grew up on the off-brand Oreos--the ones that Adam's family called "50 cent" cookies, but my family called them (more accurately), "Yuck-o" cookies. And those were pretty much the only kind of store bought treats that we ever had. Even though I can't stomach even one of those cheap alternative brand cookies anymore, it still feels like a total splurge to buy the actual, original Oreos.

So, on one of the few times that I get a big box, apparently I've put it somewhere in the house that was such a good hiding place that I've totally hidden it from myself

....and believe me, I've been looking
....especially when it gets to be like 3:30 in the afternoon
....or 10:30 at night.

Or else, one of my kids has already beat me to finding the box.

3rd Annual

Once again, I have to eat my words. We spent last weekend at our 3rd annual Memorial Day Weekend Boomba Group Campout. I was really, really not looking forward to it (as everything seems like an enormous hassle lately), but I stand corrected. The area and the company were both spectacular. In fact, it was so great that I haven't even minded the post-camping cleaning-up.
This year we went to Bushkill falls, an area in the Delaware Water Gap, which is in Eastern Pennsylvania as it borders New Jersey by the Delaware River.

Since our campsite was on the shore of the Delaware river there was plenty of water (and mud) play.
We had an afternoon of hiking through an area of waterfalls.

As always, there was good campfire time...and s'mores.

Adam and Alex took the boys on a little mountain bike ride. Jon took the (very excited) kids out fishing--and Ilse was successful. Jon later cleaned and cooked the fish (with far fewer of the kids participating).

We missed Amy who had to stay home for work.

And my littlest boy here actually slept through both nights. Wahoo. He must want to go out camping again.

I could possibly be talked into that--he earned it.

List

My to-do list for this week must be about 150 items long.

We're leaving for a weekend camping trip on Saturday, so there's food and gear to pack, seedlings for the garden that are still in their containers waiting to be transplanted, laundry that is unfolded, pants for Adam that need to be hemmed, about 7 thank-you cards I haven't yet written, teacher gifts to wrap, paint on the windows I need to scrape off, weeds that are out in force, blog posts that I keep wanting to catch up on, etc., etc., etc...

When I got home from dropping off Olivia at her preschool class I had every intention of tackling the ever-growing list. Before I went inside, Isabel walked with me down to the mailbox and then said, in her sweet, little, chirpy, cartoon-y, downright adorable 2yr old voice,

"You go on walk with me, Mama?"

Yes.

Actually, I think that it's a much better use of my time.

It looks like Costco must have a house brand for everything ......

because in Gospel Doctrine class today, the subject listed for discussion was

the Kirkland Temple.

Mother's Day

The day started with breakfast in bed

and is ending with a piece of pound cake drizzled with ganache.

(And there was even a nap in between.)

It was a pretty sweet day.

Thanks.