While you were Snorkeling

Jenny,

It's Stacey here. I've taken over your blog while you're

basking in the Mexican sun.
I guess that's what you get for giving me your password.
Although it did take me a few attempts to remember what it was,
and then I laughed--
because i think it's a funny password.

Anyway Jen, here is a run down of what happened while you were away.

We took over the babysitting responsibilities today.
Just in time to pick the kids up from school.
We were in the car for the next three hours
shuttling the kids around to their various activities.
Then I watched little Kobe eat 2 roast beef sandwiches and a large curly fry.
It was awesome.
We spent a half an hour in the house,
before turning right back around to pick up the kids.
You are quite the chauffeur Jen!
We came home, and were delighted to see that uncle Kelly had made it back from work.
A unanimous decision was made amongst the household--
This family night called for a trip to
the Pizza Factory!

The best part was when Kobe

{you know, the one who just ate 2 roast beef sandwiches and a large curly fry}

said "please let's go, I'm starving!"

Then Uncle Kelly,

who treats Mason more like a little brother than a nephew

stole Mason's phone and started sending embarrassing text messages to all of his friends.

including the girls {yes, girls multiple} he likes.

Then the bread-twists came.

and everyone was really happy.

A big side note of this dinner--

Mason insisted on getting a big pizza, which was quite expensive.

This was very soon after he had eaten 3/4 of the delicious roast

Grandma Jewkes made earlier.

Uncle Kelly told Mason if he didn't finish all of his pizza,

he was going to shave his eyebrows off.

Long story short:

Mason ate only one slice of his pizza.

To tell you the truth,

Kelly wasn't going to go through with the bet.

That was until Mason made a final pleading phone call to Mexico.

He gets no help from his parents.

Especially from his father,

who told Kelly to shave them bald.

With the go ahead from Cory,

Kelly wields the razor in his hand.

Instead of finishing this story,

which may or may not be a sore subject...

I will just leave you with the final picture of the night.