Saturday Activities

With no preschool or swimming lessons to get us out of the house, Saturdays get a little long... and boring. Especially, when Dad's working! (Which feels like most Saturdays.) And even though Farmington is only home to about 50,000, it's a shopping hub for about 250,000 on the weekends. (Thank you reservations.) Which means you only brave Wal-Mart or the mall if want to get smushed. 

Hence.... a Pinterest idea to the rescue! 

(Not that pasta art wasn't around before Pinterest. I'm not totally stupid.)

I really never do stuff like this. 

And you'll see why in a minute.

We divided up the rotini, added some vinegar and food coloring and got our SHaKe on!

 Then I got a call that I had to take. Had to.

With Collin screaming questions in my ear and demanding more glue, I escaped to my room and locked the door. 

For seriously 3 minutes.

Why didn't I take the glue??!!

When I returned, Collin was happily sploshing Mod Podge everywhere, with the entire contents of the jar poured onto his plate. Argggg!!

See, as I type this, I'm thinking, what's the big deal? But in that moment, I had already used up ALL of what little patience I had, putting on an art project for my little ones. (When I truly hate art projects and all the mess that ensues. I know, I'm a great Mom.) 

Relax, right?

I really do try.

Can you see the plate full of glue, next to the jar?

And how about Weston, happily munching on a piece of raw, colored pasta? 

I did take a moment of frivolity, to revisit my childhood, and sneak a piece of macaroni in my mouth, then playfully tell Collin, "Hey, look, *twist nose, while crunching down* I broke my nose!!!" hahahah. He was pretty intrigued. He can thank Grandma Sharon for that one. 

 I discovered that next time (if there is a next time), skip the whole gluing mess and just go straight for stringing pasta necklaces. WAY easier!

I believe it was 2 Saturday's ago, that Trav was actually home and did me a BIG favor. He let ME out of the house, ALONE, for a few hours!!

I partied at Zumba first, then headed to the post office to send my first international package!

The first one David's gotten in 1 1/2 years on the mish. And probably the only one he'll get. I was there at least 20 min. filling out the customs form and very grateful to be kid free! Hope he gets it unopened and not looted. I didn't have any Virgin Mary stickers to put all over it. :( 

Just a lot of pictures, candy bars, Cheetos, cookies, $1 store toys, Christmas decorations and vitamins and Crest White strips, the last two, per his request. 

After running some more errands and getting home, I found out my boys had gone to the park and had some adventures "hiking"! Collin was SO excited about it. We basically live a midst a lot of bluffs and rocky landscape. Their "hiking" was going to the park and running up the hills. Perfect for a 3 and 1 year old.

So after Weston's nap, we were off to do it again.

We traversed all this terrain (say that 5x fast!), and by the time we got to the "top", I turned around and took a picture of our neighborhood. Not a bad place for boys to go adventurin'!

This might have been the same Saturday afternoon, that we went on a {hunt} for Hostess Twinkies. I had seen on Facebook that they were going out of business, and even though it's been 10 years since I've had one, I decided my child would be bereft to not have a Twinkie in his lifetime. So while Weston slept, I loaded up Collin and braved the crazy weekend stores for some artificially enhanced, yellow #5 treat. 

Fives stores later, no Twinkies. We were a little late on the {Hostess craze buyout}.

So, Monday morning, I felt a little bad that Collin never got to taste it's nasty goodness, and bough a box of the Little Debbie knock off brand. 

They quite enjoyed them.

 Then Tuesday morning I woke up to find out that Hostess was getting bailed out.

Awesome.

So much for our last hurrah Twinkie efforts.

Anyone want a box of yellow Cloud Puffs?

Since we're talkin' weekend activities, I'll throw one on we've been doing a few different Sunday nights. It's mighty lonely Sunday evenings on the Farm. (Should I just start calling it that, since Buffalo was "The Buff"?)

So we usually make some sort of sugary concoction to ease our woes. (I'm too lazy to always be inviting people over. I know, I know, I should really get on that.) So instead, we stuff our faces, then go on a walk to anonymously leave a plate of goodies for a family in our ward. I try to get Collin excited about doing something nice for someone, and not get credit for it. He's a little slow on the uptake. Usually, I'm being told, "MOM! I don't WANNA just run away! I wanna TALK TO THEM!" (Our social child.) 

Only once, did he talk a plunge off someone's doorstep, fall on his face and falter. I swear I almost left him. 

Alas, this has mostly been a good experience. But with the weather falling, we're looking a lot more like this lately! Come back sun!