Let Them Eat Cake!!!

....like you have to tell a Pugh to eat cake. We love cake!!! This Friday was our annual cub scout cake auction fund raiser and both boy's had to make a cake for the big night. Fortunately for us we had an extra pair of hands in the kitchen as Grandma Claire is visiting this week from Utah. The boy's had a great time making their cakes with their Mom and Grandma but my guess is they were just playing along, bidding their time, until they could lick the frosting off the bowl and spoons.

Thanks for all the help Grandma!!!!





Trevor wants everyone to know that the jelly beans are dinosaur poop. He thought this was hilarious.

That reminded me of my favorite dinosaur joke that Tajee won't let me share with the boys (thank goodness). The first person to leave the answer to my joke in the comment section will win a prize. (I want to see if anyone other than Lizzy is actually reading our blog) Here's the joke, when someone asks me if I like dinosaurs my answer is???

The Great Salamander Hunt

In a previous blog post I had shared my love of having my picture taken with Alligators and Crocodiles. I have passed this gene on to Trevor but we are beginning his training with much smaller animals. Check out the pic of the salamander Trevor caught in our backward. He loves to track these guys down and finds one every time he goes out to play. Personally I think it's gross, to me they are just snakes with legs. He told me the other day that he did see a small snake in the back yard. I told him if ever catches one those that he is living outside for the rest of his life.



The girl in the pictures is our neighbor and Trevor's BFF Maria. Don't call her Trevor's girlfriend he doesn't care for that. She is over at our house all the time playing with Trevor and Curtis and we are actually taking her to church with us today. Apparently Trevor is the best member missionary in our little family.

It's official, its now a dynasty

Since no one in the family has mentioned it, or even posted a comment on yahoo sports I've decided to have my own celebration for another amazing accomplishment in picking the winners of the Men's NCAA Basketball Tournament. Yes it's true for the third year in a row I dominated the field and won the Pugh Family Pick'Em tournament. This outstanding accomplishment vaults my status to that of Michael Jordan and the Bulls, Magic and the Lakers, and yes even Tiger Woods status. Three-peats are very rare and you are all lucky to be witness to this awesome feet. I look forward to next years tournament and plan on defending my title aggersively.

(I only wish I would have done better in the office pool. I could have won some money on that one).

Great Wolf Lodge... the poor man's Disneyland

Well, its spring break time and in light of the current economic situation we decided to forgo a trip to Disneyland or Hawaii. We thought we'd take a quicker less expensive trip to The Great Wolf Lodge, a new resort which is located in beautiful Chehalis Washington. Great Wolf Lodge has a huge indoor water park which is perfect for us North Westerners. They keep the park at a balmy 85 degrees and you don't have to worry about getting a sun burn. This is key for those of us that haven't seen the sun in the past 6 months. We had a great time riding the slides, playing in the wave pool, shooting hoops in the pool, and basically spending two days in the faux wet and warm weather.


The boys also had a great time in our "Kid Kamp" room. Essentially they had a separate room, within our room, with bunk beds, their own TV, and a Nintendo Game Cube. Other than fighting over the top bunk they had a great time. It was also nice for Mom and Dad to have a little privacy. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, know what I mean.



The only downfall of the trip was the clientele of the hotel. Now I know that I'm going to sound like an elitist but I don't think there were many people from our zip code at the hotel. I'm guessing that the Great Wolf Lodge is more of Kent or Auburn family destination. Let's put it this way, when I'm the physically fit guy at the pool and the only one without a Harley Davidson tat and a beer in hand, you know you are with a bunch of rednecks. It reminded me of saying Grandpa Bob used to say. "I wonder what the poor people are doing" Well, now I know. One more reason to go back to work and put in a few more hours. Mickey Mouse, I hope you'll welcome us back.