Vincenzo, on a roll

1. Vincenzo was eating his dinner with his hands the other night so I said, “We’re going to have to send you to finishing school.” He looked over at Rocco, who was making an even bigger mess, and said, “If you send me to finishing school, you’re going to have to send him to starting school!”

2. Vincenzo saw Leo in the bouncy chair like this…


…and said, “Look, Mom!  Leo is frozen in the sprinkler position!”

3, 4, and 5: These next ones are related to Vincenzo’s recently bourgeoning ability to read:

Driving by a Pizza Hut: Did you ever notice how that doesn’t look anything like a hut?

Reading our server’s nametag at his favorite restaurant: That person’s name is Red Robin Alexa!

Passing a sign that said “sanctuary” at church: Are we going to the sanatorium?

Easter craft review

We’ve been hitting the glue pretty hard around here lately.*  Not everything has turned out as stunningly as promised.  Here’s the good, the bad, and the ugly.  The very, very ugly.

1.  Sugar-string balloon eggs, as pictured professionally here:


We made one together, and by “we made one together” I mean “I made one alone” as Vincenzo kept whining about his hands getting sticky.  We waited 24 hours and at breakfast the next day I had the kids do a drum roll while I popped the balloon and then we watched my hour’s worth of work shrivel up like the Lampoon’s Thanksgiving turkey.


Not to be undone by a little premature popping, Vincenzo found a secondary use for it:


And since we had bought all the string we decided to make another attempt, this time with cornstarch and water instead of sugar.  Again Vincenzo didn’t want to dirty his soft, lily-white hands so I made it on my own.  That just means I get to take all the credit for it.  Unfortunately the balloons I bought were too round to make an egg shape, so mine’s more of an egg yolk.


2.  Vincenzo saw this craft on the Family Fun website where you make an Easter basket by weaving strips of magazine together.


And his version:


Not sure what his excuse was, as his hands didn’t get dirty on this one, but he clearly wasn’t that into it.  This made me resent even more the hour I spent prepping the magazine basket. 

3.  This next one, inspired by this picture of a clay-and-twig nest (also from Family Fun), actually turned out pretty cool.  Professional pic:


Our pic:


We had a fun afternoon outside, pretending to be birds choosing twigs for our nest.  This project was the most expensive of all of them (the clay cost around $8) but I think real birds pay quite a bit more for their nests, so it felt like a steal.

4.  The biggest hit for the boys, though, was contact paper eggs.  I cut an egg shape out of construction paper and used the frame, not the actual egg I cut out.  I laid the paper on an equal-sized piece of contact paper, sticky side up, and let the boys put whatever decorations they wanted on them.  They decided to choose themes for each egg.



Stained glass (tissue paper stained glass, that is):


And…Christmas.  For Easter.


I guess this is just how art projects go when you have a creative-minded boy for a child.  He not only thinks outside the box, he also then turns the box into some sort of canon and fires it on your best laid plans. 

At least, that’s the way our house looks after all these projects.


*Ironically, none of these projects used glue. Hm.

Easter Cookies

I don’t love making sugar cookies and I kind of hate decorating them, but my kids love both so we do it for just about every holiday.  Here’s how it went for Easter this year.

I set Rocco up with a few cookies and frosting, then went to help the bigger kids.  When I came back to help Rocco again, all his cookies were gone.  It was no mystery where they went.  I gave him a couple more and told him he could only eat one more cookie and we’ll save the rest for later.  He frosted the cookie and added sprinkles, then licked it all off, then reapplied frosting and sprinkles, licked them off and so on.  I seriously cannot outsmart this kid.


As for Vincenzo, he realized this year that the more you put on a cookie, the more you get to eat.  After using an entire jar of sprinkles on four cookies, he came up with the idea of decorating the back of the cookies as well.  I didn’t think to take pictures until there was *this* much left, but you get the idea.


Pretty much the moral of this post is if you go to Mexico don’t drink the water, and if you come to MrsMouthy’s house don’t eat the sugar cookies.


In fact, you’re much better off sampling some of these cookies my boys invented all on their own last week.


This invention is unnamed as of yet…we just can’t quite nail it down.  Anyone?