Spaghetti and Meatballs?

Look a little closer.

APRIL FOOLS!!!

I tried out my new cupcake book called "Hello, Cupcake!". It has a whole section in there on April Fools cupcakes. This was the easiest, but the kids still loved it. The meatballs are Ferrero Rocher chocolate balls, with strawberry jam for sauce and coconut for Parmesan cheese.

Speaking of April Fools, I got a doosey played on me. I received an automated, that's right, a computer automated call stating I had been issued a speeding ticket for going 53 mph in a 25 zone by the Federal Automated Radar Tracker or F.A.R.T. (yeah, I know, I can't believe I didn't catch on yet). It all sounded very legit, giving me the time, date and location of the violation and that the fine would be $360. Who's going to question a computer automated voice, right? By now I'm panicking thinking Rob is going to kill me and yelling at the kids to get out of the room so I can hear the message. The message continued to state that due to fine amount I would need to schedule a court appearance. It asked me to please press 1 to speak to representative. I did so and was put through to a very nerdy (sorry, Brad) sounding rep who repeated the info and asked when I wanted to schedule my court appearance. I got all the way through the scheduling and was about to hang up when Rob's brother, Brad, announced himself.

Thanks Brad for nearly giving me a heart attack and using your computer genius to play a joke on me. I'll be talking about this for a while.

March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb?...

Did I say March went out like a lamb? I meant that literally. Addie's little preschool friend invited us over to pet their new baby lambs. So sweet!

Enough about lambs. The weather has certainly not been like those mild, warm creatures. This picture is entitled "Bikes and Bad Weather".
While March in North Carolina is usually mild and enjoyable, we've been enduring a bit of cabin fever due to (in my mind) excessive rain and cold. So, to help the kids sanity (and mine) I let them ride their bikes in the house. That is, until, dad came down from work and caught us. New house rule. Thanks, dad (with a sarcastic tone)!