Leca, Unplugged

Rated R

2012-01-19T07:00:00.000-06:00

Emerson has been full of questions lately. The other day he is quizzing the Mister about movie ratings. He wants to know what they mean, how old he has to be to see a PG-13, the whole enchilada.

The Mister is being very patient and answering all of his detailed questions and Em gets stuck on the idea of a rated R movie.

"Why do they have rated R movies?"

The mister explains that it's a rating for mature people.

"What does that mean? I'm mature."

The Mister says, "Basically rated R means it would have lots of naughty words, violence and naked girls. That's nothing you want to see."

Em pauses for a few seconds and returns with, "So is our house rated R because we have naked girls around here all the time?!"

That we have no good response to because while this conversation is happening, I'm standing at my sink in my skivvies getting ready for the day and the Mister is in the shower.

Kids have a way of making everything very cut and dry.

So in conclusion, our house has been rated R. Visitors beware.

Calculators, they are evil

2012-01-18T07:00:00.000-06:00

Last week Em brought home a worksheet that was teaching him how to use a calculator. I wanted to be a fun mom, so I took out my huge calculator and told him he could use it.

I love that thing. It makes me feel like a powerful business dude crunching numbers or something. Truth be told, I only really use it for kid homework and measuring for DIY projects. But still-- I really really like it, a lot.

I figured that getting out the extra special calculator would make things extra fun. I presented Em with my prized possession and received no major fan fare. Fine.

We proceeded with the lesson and every time I turned my back he was pushing buttons. He hit the tax button, the 1/4 button-- basically all the buttons I'm not really sure how to use or reset. Stupid calculator.

I'm starting to get a little huffy and tell him to stick to the lesson and quit pushing buttons. He says, "I can't help it! Then all look so fun!"

I give him a dirty look and start to read him the next problem. It's 54-27. He punches it into the calculator and it says 27. I tell him to do it again. Same answer.

Now I'm steamed. I start punching in the numbers and no matter how many times I push = it keeps saying 27! Damn calculator!

I'm so frustrated by now, I lay into Em about pushing buttons and ruining my favorite calculator blah blah blah... Everyone else in the kitchen has gone quiet. I try to regain my composure and go to the drawer and pull out another calculator.

I start to show him the problem 54-27 and the screen again reads 27. A flash of anger hits me and then I stop dead in my tracks.

54-27 actually is 27.

Um.... ha ha, sorry little buddy.

Perhaps you and Dad should finish this together. I think I need a break.

I hate calculators. They think they know everything.

Thank You

2012-01-17T14:33:00.001-06:00

This last week has been a bit of a struggle for me. I kinda had to fall off the face of the earth a bit due to some medical issues.

So in light of that experience, I have some serious friends to thank. When life sends you on a roller coaster ride, you never know what's coming next. But the one thing that I did know was that no matter what happened, I had people I could rely on. That gives you hope. That makes you smile. That makes everything seem not quite as bad.

I have never been really good at accepting help from others. I like to do things for myself. But this week, I needed it. We had dinners, phone calls, visits, texts and a few people that tolerated my serious need for Words With Friends to keep me entertained.

To those of you, I say thank you. Thank you for seeing my need and filling it. Thank you for not taking no for an answer. Thank you for bringing not only dinner, but dessert too. Thank you for checking in on me and sending me silly texts. Thank you for being reliable and resourceful.

Thank you friends...

You know what they say, what goes around, comes around. So the next time you're in need-- I'm on it.

Store "ish" Hours

2012-01-09T22:10:00.003-06:00

The mister and I tried to go to this shop today during regular store hours. If you look closely, the term store hours is a loose commitment. I think it's more like, "When I feel like it, I'll open. Deal with it."
If we could only put an "ish" sign on everything in our lives.

...dinner will be made around dinner time "ish"

...your laundry will be clean on Tuesday "ish"

...I'll pay you next week "ish"

...my party starts at 7 "ish"

Oh, this could get very interesting.

What would you put an "ish" sign on?

Mighty Mouse

2012-01-04T11:20:00.002-06:00

A few weeks ago I was sitting in the kitchen and from the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something. A few moments later, I saw it again. I turned to look at the movement and locked eyes with something small and furry.

Now, I'm not one to get all worked up over a mouse. I did house a hamster for a time when my kids were in the little pet phase. So it's basically the same thing to me. The only difference is, one was invited into my house and one was not.

I quickly called to the Mister who began a long search of the premises to find our intruder. Nothing was found, but a trap was set.

The next day, the trap was licked clean and the mouse was still on the loose. So the Mister insisted that everything needed to come out of cupboards and shelves, be inspected, cleaned and baited. Several hours later the job was done. Now my pantry had no less than 10 traps in very clever places.

The next morning, the traps were again licked clean and we still did not have our mouse. To the Mister, this meant serious war and a small blow to his man pride. He went back to the drawing board and made a plan.

The next night he increased his security and my pantry had about twenty traps including the glue traps that are supposed to be a sure thing.

The next night, the traps were licked clean and there were foot prints in the glue. By then we were convinced that we were dealing with Jerry (from the Tom and Jerry cartoon).

(see that little hint of crazy in his eyes... scary huh?)

So the Mister takes the traps and mixes peanut butter and Elmer's glue (per a neighbor's suggestion) and lines the traps up in a triple circle with a big prize in the middle. We go to bed. At this point, any noise in the night has the Mister out of bed checking his traps.

After several nights of this, we still haven't gotten our friend who by now is putting on some serious weight from the nightly peanut butter supply.

One night the Mister is out working in the garage on a scout project with our boys. I come out to see how things are going and I notice that a trap in the garage has caught something.

VICTORY! (finally)

We do a little happy dance and the Mister sets another trap just in case. So far we have caught three mice in the garage. Each one is a sweet victory for the Mister who is now obsessed with a daily trap checking.

Any suggestions? We (and by we I mean the Mister) are going crazy here! There are still droppings and mice out there. He knows because he cleans up after every "catch" and resets the traps.

Curse you little mice!

(although, you are providing me with quite a bit of entertainment)

I'd Hit That...

2011-12-26T23:38:00.003-06:00

After moving to our new house in Utah, we received notice that there was a package waiting for us at our old UPS store.

The Mister called and after several transfers, a little cash and a few hours later, he arranged for the package to be delivered to our new home in Utah.

When it arrived we were both curious about what it could be. Neither one of us could recall ordering anything before the move. To our surprise we received this...

(blink blink)

After the initial shock wore off the Mister turned to me and said, "Did you order that?"

Just as shocked as he was, I replied, "Why would I order that?"

It turns out, neither one of us ordered this and neither one of us had even been to the website. Hmmmm... no one claimed sending it to us. We didn't have a bill for it. But now we've got the poster all to ourselves.

What does one do with a tacky poster?

Yeah, we thought it would make a great brother-in-law Christmas gift too. Merry Christmas! Let the good times roll man! I love it!

Words With Friends, it could happen to you

2011-12-14T11:31:00.001-06:00

I have a small addiction to Words with Friends on my iphone. You can read more about that HERE. Which is why, when I heard about Alec Baldwin's little unfortunate mishap, I could sympathise with him.
Earlier this month Alec was kicked off a plane because he refused to turn off his WWF game before take off. It was quite the mini-scandal. It gave me the giggles.

Here is his come back on SNL. Classic stuff here people.

...still giggling. I love it!

The Black Hole

2011-12-11T20:56:00.001-06:00

The mister and I made a run to Costco Friday night without the kids. As we were loading our purchases in the van I noticed something suspicious peaking out from the back seat...

This is the very last row of seats in our van.

...and yes, that is a gallon of milk.

It wasn't open or leaking or anything bad but it got me to thinking. The last time I had purchased milk was about a week earlier. Which means that it must have shifted on the way home and I missed it when I unloaded. I usually have a few little helpers bringing stuff in for me so I didn't keep track of how many gallons made it into the house that day.

One week-- ONE SOLID WEEK, this milk has been driving around in the back seat of our van. I asked the kids about it and they claimed that they didn't notice it.

Um... you didn't notice an entire gallon of milk just floating around in the back seat?

How is that even possible?

Which proves that minivans are pits of darkness. If you want something forgotten, just pass it to the back seat. Your backseat is a virtual time capsule of random stuff you never want to remember. Chicken Nugget from 2001-- I'm sure we've got one. Last year's happy meal toy? We've got a stash. Old DS cartage? We've got oodles wedged between the seats. Need a pen? Check under the seat.

Just nasty.

**DISCLAIMER**

If you are reading this and have not had the pleasure of driving with children in your car-- don't judge. Just wait, it will happen to you too. I promise.

All About Utah

2011-12-09T12:16:00.001-06:00

Today is the day and I'm giddy!!!

Since moving to Utah, I've been having so much fun exploring new places in the area. My sister suggested I take all my new finds and put them to good use.

So I started this...

It's everything you want to know about the places I've visited from prices to kid friendliness. You need suggestions for fun things in Utah County or Salt Lake County? You want to know great places to eat? You want to know about secret parking around Temple Square? You want to know where fun shopping is? This site is your new best friend.

I'll be exploring Utah one bite at a time. I hope you come along for the ride.

To start this new site off with a bang, I'm doing a fun give away to Cafe Rio. So click on over and enter to win. See you there...

allaboututah.blogspot.com

Christmas Panic

2011-12-08T18:49:00.001-06:00

I know I've left you hangin'. But tomorrow is my big reveal. I'll show you what I've been pouring over and I think you might like it. Anywho...

In other news, Christmas is coming!

That's got my panties in a bundle. I'm in panic mode and no one can talk me out of it.

My Target attendance has increased dramatically. You wouldn't think that could be possible-- but it is. I've been everyday this week just combing the store for the perfect gifts for everyone. My brain has been playing around balancing the presents evenly for each of my children.

Without fail, every year there is one kid that is easier to buy for than the others. Then if you give in and buy the things you want to get the easy kid, you have to come up with something to balance out the other kids. It's a tricky game, but I play it every year. I fret over it, imagining the worst case scenario on Christmas morning of tears and tantrums. When in reality, all the kids are too busy pouring over their presents to stop and count their siblings gifts. Drama-rama, I know.

Then there is the classic I-forgot-someone-super-important-on-my-list problem. This year that special someone just occurred to me and I'm scrambling to come up with something just right.

At Christmas time I wish I was a millionaire. I can think of so many things I'd like to buy for everyone in my life. I set a goal every year to take it easy and not spend too much. That usually goes pretty well until about the middle of December. I go to the store and see all the glitz and the glam, little candies and big dreams. I usually cave and buy something I shouldn't. But it's Christmas-- right?

How are your holiday plans coming?

Pee Pee On The Lawn, a cautionary tale

2011-11-29T10:39:00.001-06:00

Emerson came home from school the other day very upset. His class had entered a contest where everyone had to come up with something artistic about uniting people around the world. His class chose to display that through pottery. Everyone had to fill out a form, giving thier pottery a title and a small explination.

He didn't win anything and he was super bummed about it. I proceeded to cheer him up with all of my best mommy speeches about doing your best and being proud of your work. blah blah blah...

He doesn't look convinced and hands me his form to throw away. I quickly glance through it and something catches my eye. In the middle of the form in very large lettering my son has written, PEE PEE ON THE LAWN.

"Ummm.... Em, why does your form say, pee pee on the lawn?" I ask.

"Because, my pot is yellow and it looks just like the color of pee!" he replies.

"Well, that explains why you didn't win." I tell him. "The judges are a bunch of people who are looking to be inspired about how we can all love each other and you write pee on your entry form? That pretty much sealed the deal for you."

He shrugs and concludes, "Well, it does look like pee... oh well!" Then happily skitters out the door to play.

The moral of the story is, don't name your art after bodily fluids.

I hope we've all learned a valuable lesson today. I know I have.

Christmas fun

2011-11-23T12:24:00.001-06:00

I've been working on a new project that I will be unveiling to you very shortly. It's taken up a good amount of my time-- so, sorry.

The other half of my time has been taken up by this...

The mister has an annual obsession about Christmas. His goal this year is to have our house visible from the freeway. Next year's goal is to have it visible from space. His inspiration is our all time favorite holiday film, Christmas Vacation. This is what the mister sees when he thinks about Christmas.

Every night he thinks of something else we could do to make our house more memorable. It's crazy-- but also crazy fun.

One Sweet Slice Review

2011-11-16T16:41:00.001-06:00

Last night I met a few friends at a cupcake joint. We stumbled upon a little piece of heaven. You know how I feel about cake-- I'm addicted. Their cupcakes were epic.

We had a small party and they set up this table for us to sample all of their cupcake flavors. (Yes, I was totally geeking out excited-- cake sampling!!! It doesn't get any better than that!)

I made a plate of my favorite kinds. I adored the key lime coconut, the chocolate orange and the peppermint french macaroons. The flavors melded together for a taste explosion. The macaroons melted on my tongue... (I went back to the table about 10 more times to try every thing. I wanted to be sure I ate the best ones you know.)

The store was decorated adorably. I sat and looked and looked, plotting more ideas for my house. I had so much fun. I think I'll be going back very soon for another cake fix. Yum!!

They also do specialty cakes for weddings, birthdays ect. Here are a few pictures from their wonderful site.

If you're interested in visiting them you can check out their website HERE.

You can also visit their store (and eat your weight in cake) at

1644 W. Towne Center Dr

South Jordan, UT

(Not sure where that is? It's right off of Redwood Rd and about 1700 in the strip mall with Material Girls, Cafe Rio and The Pie)

My Little Fruit Loops

2011-11-15T10:31:00.001-06:00

This morning my kids were all jazzed to open a new box of Fruit Loops from the cereal cupboard.

Rugby told me, "Em just wants to open it because he wants to know what we won."

I told them to go ahead and open it.

Emerson's face was priceless when he realized that we hadn't won anything.

He said, "We could have won an ipad or a bike. They even have video games."

He was so defeated. He said, "I knew we didn't win because the box was really small."

Wait, what?!?

He explained that if we would have won the box would have been bigger to fit the prize inside. Duh.

Rugby helped him out by adding, "Next time look for the box that has the bike sticking out of the top-- OK Mom?"

Ummm... not OK. Something is seriously wrong with my boys if they think I could just pick the ipad shaped box to win it. I tried to explain that if you win there is a code inside and you redeem it online. They weren't sure my logic panned out. They figured the box with the bike hanging out of the top made way more sense.

"Fine, next time I promise to pick the bike shaped box. Happy now..."

They were.

Ahhh, the mystic joys of being a kid. You gotta love a good box of magic for breakfast.

Jim Gaffigan gets me...

2011-11-14T10:57:00.001-06:00

If you know me, you are aware of my intense feelings about camping. If you need further proof just check HERE.

Last night the mister and I found this from Jim Gaffigan. I love that guy. He captured my feelings for camping spot on.

I also have a serious cake addiction. He couldn't be funnier! I love it!

My Front Room Masterpiece

2011-11-12T11:50:00.001-06:00

If you are wondering why you haven't heard from me this week- well, I've been busy. OK?

The mister left for a business trip for the week and I got to thinking...

My front room is boring-- dull, snooze fest, lack luster, lame... you get the picture. It took a little courage and a lot of paint and now it looks like this...

So.... what do ya think?

Better from this angle?

(Full disclosure!) I wasn't in love with it immediately but it defiantly brought a little life into the front room. Which means, I couldn't stop there. I found a few other things that needed life around the house.

I attacked this tree and added some lemons for color.

These door hooks were plain cream-- BO-ring! I spiced them up. Now I find myself just staring around the house at what I could attack next. I'm plotting my next adventure in the kids rooms. Oh yeah!

I just love a good project.

So Busted!

2011-11-08T16:42:00.002-06:00

I was running a little late the other day and called my kids to let them know. I told them to walk home from school, have a snack and start their homework. I promised that I would only be a few minutes.

I figured they could handle it.

A few minutes later I started getting texts from the girls.

It looked like this.

Those are my little angels.

Here is what the girls recommended.

When I got home I called the boys together and asked them why they were throwing snow and ice at the house.

"Mom, we weren't..."

Out came the video. (thank you girls)

"Um, OK, maybe we were throwing snow-- but not ice."

Totally Busted!

One of those rare parenting moments when you actually have proof to throw in their faces. (so glorious!)

Whenever I leave the kids at home the girlies get real creative with their cell phones. This isn't the first time I've been gone and received video clips from them. I'm not sure I actually want to know sometimes. Ignorance is bliss you know.

Pinterest Treasure

2011-11-04T18:37:00.000-05:00

Source: stumbleupon.com via Aleca on Pinterest

Saw this on Pinterest and I was crying-- literally crying. That's how funny I thought this was.

Enjoy!

Halloween Candy

2011-11-03T10:45:00.001-05:00

What the hang do you do with your Halloween candy?

Seriously-- I'm staring at gobs and gobs of this stuff.

The thought of my children digesting even half of it makes me sick.

I have a secret... It's really bad. I mean evil bad.

I throw my kids' candy away. Bit by bit. I start with the stupid candy. You know those orange and black wrappered peanut butter thingies? They should be banned because they are super nasty. Then I move on to the tiny candies no one will notice went missing like tootsie rolls. I pounce on the sugar dusty ones like Dip Sticks and Sweet Tarts because eating those is like putting in a sugar IV. I widdle it down to the chocolates and skittles. I save the good ones that the mister will eat and stuff those in the cupboard for later. In a few days my kids forget about the candy and it's all gone to a better place.

There, I told you. You can hate me a little bit. But my kids don't have cavities. So there.

What about you?

Thank heavens above.... a wonderful reader left me a comment for this link...

http://natalienortonblog.com/2011/10/31/the-great-pumpkin-waging-war-against-candy-and-crazy/

That is genius! (Thanks jacs23-- you rock!)

Out with the old and in with the new

2011-11-02T14:57:00.001-05:00

I'm physically relieved that Halloween is FINALLY over!

I absolutely despise Halloween. I tried to get out of my Halloween rut this year. I decorated the house inside and out. I threw a party. I bought a costume. Still, it felt wrong. My kids loved my sudden interest in the dark holiday. They really go into painting signs and spreading cob webs. But I am so glad to have that scarey business past me.

I tore every last bit of Halloween down today and dusted off my box of Christmas sparkelies. I'm giddy with anticipation. We are scheming a big ta-do in our front yard. I thought we still had lots of lights packed away in the few mystery boxes we have left from the move. It turns out I sold most all of them at our moving garage sale. Oops! The mister was not pleased. But guess what? I can just go down to Target and buy more. Which I have already done.

Giddy, seriously giddy.

I can't get enough of Christmas.

I would bust out my Christmas CD and put up the tree except for one small problem. Thanksgiving.

I like Thanksgiving and all but it really is a speed bump to Christmas.

So I'm itchin' to deck the halls and warm up my credit card for some Christmas magic.

May I be the first to wish you a happy holiday season. Yahoo!

Pumpkin Saga Continued...

2011-10-30T21:57:00.000-05:00

The last time we talked, I was in the middle of my Rugby pumpkin crisis.

Just so we are clear, it's usually the Mom that ends up devastated, not the kid.

Case in point. Rugby's teacher "forgot" who she assigned what to. Which meant that Rugs got a free pass for bringing in bread instead of cookies. The down side was, there was way too much bread. His teacher sent his back home. He forgot to take it out of his backpack for a few days and it is now two squished flat stale pumpkin bread wads stuck to the bottom of his back pack.

I reported to my son that I paid $7 per loaf for his stinkin' class. He informed me that I was a ripped off.

..you're tellin' me, kid.

So coming full circle, some how I ended up with the short end of the stick both times.

Stupid Pumpkin Bread! I hate you!

Pumpkin cookies

2011-10-25T21:32:00.001-05:00

Rugby produced a note from his back pack this morning announcing that I was to provide cookies for 28 children the next day. Then he skipped merrily off to school.

I hate his teacher a little today.

Today was not my day to go and hunt down 28 not-homemade-pumpkin-flavored-cookies-in-store-wrapping. Seriously, who even makes pumpkin flavored cookies? Everyone knows that pumpkin shaped sugar cookies with frosting are way better than eating real pumpkin.

I had stuff to do and things to worry about. I did not have time for 28 pumpkin cookies.

I made a respectable effort, going to several stores, like a good mother.

I knew I didn't have any more time to spare looking for these freakin' cookies.

Stupid cookies!

As a last ditch effort, I stopped at a bread shop and purchased a few loaves of chocolate chip pumpkin bread. I was hoping Rugs would forget what the teacher asked for and shove it in his bag.

No such luck.

My treat choice was deemed a disgrace. His life was over! I got to hear all the drama about how he was specifically asked to bring COOKIES not bread. How was he going to face his teacher? She was probably going to yell at him.

(....insert major drama here)

I came up with several reasonable explanations.

1. They are pumpkin cookies shaped into a loaf.

2. Pumpkin cookies have recently been banned in local grocery stores.

3. My mother joined Occupy and won't buy that crap cause she is stickin' it to the man.

4. The teacher sent the wrong note.

5. Pumpkin cookies are nasty-- duh.

6. If all else fails throw it on the back table in the classroom and play dumb.

I was pushing for either 1 or 6. None of these reasons appealed to Rugs. He is still taking the bread. I'll be waiting for my phone call announcing world's end at school.

I've finally ruined him. Ugh, sigh-- that didn't take too long.

Who Farted?

2011-10-21T20:04:00.002-05:00

It's UEA this weekend so I'm off doing fun things with the kids. (Before I moved to Utah, I had no idea what people meant when they said UEA. It's Utah's version of teachers convention.)

For now I thought you'd enjoy this...

Farts are funny. They just are.

Out Smarted

2011-10-19T16:44:00.000-05:00

The past little while has been a little touch and go with colds going around our house. Last week I kept my oldest son home with a bad fever.

I sent everyone off to school and after my chores were all done I went to check back in with my son. His fever was gone and he was all perked up. I made a game plan decision and took him with on all of my errands so I wouldn't get backed up a day.

He is in third grade so it's been a while since we've had the day to ourselves. We had so much fun. We talked and laughed. We ate treats and had lunch. It was the best "sick" day ever. I knew we'd get mixed reviews when his brothers and sisters got home so I told him to keep the majority of our day to himself.

That lasted about 2.5 seconds.

Monday I'm out to lunch and I get a phone call from the school. My youngest son is sick and needs to be picked up. I ask in my best sympathetic mom voice, "Is he faking?" The secretary assures me that he looks pale and is slightly shaky. So I drive all the way back to the school to find my son pink faced and happy, swinging his legs on the nurse's bench.

We get home and I try to call him out on his fake illness. He won't budge. I settle him in and start doing a few things around the kitchen. Moments later, he sidles up next to me and bats his big eyes.

"Mom, remember how much fun you and Rugby had on Friday?" I say, "Yeah..." He turns to me and says, "When does the fun start now?"

Busted!

Not only was he faking to spend time with me-- I'm the one who basically brought it on myself. Geez, talk about bad parenting.

It's always feels good to be out smarted by your seven year old. Ugh!

Mops, lips, cars and more

2011-10-17T15:54:00.000-05:00

If you are a crazy mad iPhone user, like myself, you should already know that Friday was a joyous celebration of the 4S.

If you are like me and do not qualify for an upgrade quite yet, don't freak out. Go and update your phone with the latest software sync and you will have a pleasant surprise. New stuff-- and it's way sweet.

If you are one of those stinkin' luckies that actually got a 4S this weekend-- congratulations. I'm officially jealous! Boo whaaah!

I also have a list of things you might be interested in that I have recently discovered.

I am a huge fan of the swiffer-- anything. I have the vac, the mop, the duster, the towels-- all great inventions. What I don't like is buying all the replacement towels, mops, filters ect. A few weeks ago I stumbled on this...

I am in love with the O Cedar Pro-mist. The beauty is, the head is washable and the solution is whatever you want to fill it with. So if you are an alcohol and water person, or a Mister Clean, or even a Pinesol person-- it doesn't matter. Awesome mop freedom! Free yourselves my mopping friends-- BE FREE!

I have to admit, I'm not a lipstick person. I don't like the way it tastes. (No I don't eat it, it just migrates by itself.) Then my lips dry out and I get those lipstick crease lines. It's just no worth it to me. Then on the occasions that I need to wear it, I end up feeling very self conscious. So I found this...

It's lip stain by Cover Girl. It doesn't taste AT ALL. It's like a marker for your lips. It stays on really well. It's my new found love in make-up. If you are not used to seeing yourself in lipstick I recommend trying the nude shade. It still does a nice subtle color and it's not as shocking for your brain.

Lastly, I stumbled upon a golden nugget the other day. We were riding in the car as a family, sipping on some smoothies, and one of my kids "dropped" their smoothie all over the car. It wouldn't have been that bad but the said child kept wiping it around the car to try to "clean" it off. We pulled over at one of those car wash places with the shampooers and vacuums to clean up. While we were there we decided to let the kids try a self wash stall for the van. It was awesome. They all took turns using the guns to wash the van. Sudsing, rinsing, it was so cool. They thought it was so fun and I got a clean van. Win win. That doesn't happen too often. It was a serious bonus. So next time you need a quick fun activity for the kids, try the self car wash. It's an adventure.

What's your latest favorite? I'd love to hear about it.