One night we had a homemade ice cream contest, with each family coming up with a "secret recipe" and everyone voting on the best one. When I asked Courtney what kind we should make, he suggested Mud Pie, one of our favorites. Western Family Mud Pie, that is. So. I bought two quarts and hid them in the freezer. When everyone started working on their ice cream, they were a bit confused at why we weren't getting in on the action. "Don't you need to get your ice cream started?" was the question we kept getting asked. Finally, I sneaked our ice cream maker out to the garage and scraped our "home-made" ice cream into it. Wa-La!
The best part is that when the tasting started, everyone raved about our killer recipe, and we got a hundred questions about what we put in it, how did we get it to be so thick, and on and on. Finally (after we had won, hands down), Jodi teased that she didn't think we could have made such great ice cream, and joked that we must have gone and bought it. We all had a great laugh when we admitted our guilt! Pretty sneaky, we are!
One afternoon all the uncles started a boxing tournament. I panicked a few times as I saw what looked like pretty heated matches between cousins. The guys kept assuring me that things like that make boys better friends. It looked to be true, as a few minutes after they'd gotten done trying to knock each other out, I'd see them smiling and slapping each other on the back. Obviously, I have a thing or two to learn about boys.
Uncle Shawn had a funny joke to play, when he held his plate up and asked Jodi and Grandma to smell his cake to see if they thought it smelled "funny". You can see what he had in mind, but we all got a great laugh out of it.
Sunday afternoon, we had Grandma's traditional Easter hunt. There was so much candy! You can see the basketball court is just covered. . .the whole house looked that way. (The uncles seem to have the same "no fuss" mentality. Instead of carefully setting the candy out, they just threw handfuls at a time.