Oscar Stew

This week is Drew’s Spring Break. It’s too bad our spring-like weather has disappeared and old man winter is here again. We are stuck indoors and trying to make the best of it.

The kids really wanted to go to the library for story time today. D&B love checking out a haul of books so heavy they can barely carry the bag. We went to the library a few weeks ago and found out the place had been taken over by Communists, only children registered for story time were allowed in. It was a bummer. Drew crafted some awesome fake ID’s for next time, just in case. Dig the bed heads!  

Well, on to another cheap indoor activity. Before we get started, the Ro-Dog needs lunch. Love you too Rowee, mwah!

We busted out the old sanity saver from our yardless-apartment days. It’s kind of like a sandbox. 

Rice is just as fun as sand, and doesn’t chafe when it gets in your pants.

This is an activity that requires sweeping before, during, & after to avoid foreign contaminants in the rice pit.

Rowan’s getting better and better at feeding herself. I’d say about 40% makes it into her mouth.

How many times will I have to sweep the floor today? Pears, egg whites, raisins, crackers. oh my!

Back to the rice box. The creativity was a flowin’. They even made a “castle” together.

Uh, oh…Here we go…

Ownership of the “castle” seems to be in question.

And has resulted in all-out war!

She wins. Mostly because he isn’t that stubborn, and probably doesn’t want to hear her ear piercing scream. If looks could kill…

What did the rest of us think of this epic battle? Rowan’s face pretty much explains it.

Onward and upward. Ballet class was cancelled today, unfortunately we didn’t get the memo until a certain little girl was already dressed up and waiting for her ride. A few tears may have been shed.

It’s a good thing I had the end-all, fix-all in the freezer. Even if it was the faux variety.

Even fake Dilly Bars like this one work wonders when it comes to making amends, or lightening the mood. Crisis averted…this time.

They will hate me for this picture in 10 years. Maybe less. But a mom’s gotta have an arsenal of embarrassing photos as leverage, right?!