LEGO KidsFest tickets GIVEAWAY

I'm lucky to be able give away something that's sold out, as in sold out before lunchtime on Groupon. Let's just imagine your child flipping out when they walk through the door of LEGO KidsFest! (Yes, there is screaming and throwing their bodies on the floor, but in a good way.)

LEGO KidsFest is coming to the Minneapolis Convention Center May 20-22. It's going to be pretty much as awesome as you could imagine.


I think what Henry is looking forward to most is rubbing elbows with the LEGO Master Builders (he has a cool job, no?)

And this is *not* going to be the same experience as the LEGO store at the Mall of America, this is a whole new level of LEGO love. This is a view of LEGO Creation Nation just to give you a perspective.


And another photo as the nation gets filled in.

"The LEGO® KidsFest is filled with interactive, creative and educational activities for the whole family! Join us for hands-on educational fun for all ages: LEGO & DUPLO® Construction Zones, dozens of large-scale and miniature LEGO models and displays, LEGO Universe and LEGO Games, group builds Creation Nation and Mystery Murals, LEGO Master Builders, and much more!"

Tickets are $20 for adults, $18 for children/seniors, children 3 and under are free

or WIN THEM HERE

I have two tickets to give away for the Sunday, Session II on May 22nd from 3-8pm. *UPDATED* I have FOUR tickets to give away, choose either 1 adult/3 children or 2 adults/2 children!

-leave a comment, you don't have to be a blogger - hit comment, leave your email address (like: arealantisupermom (at) yahoo (dot) com)... that's it, you're entered.
-follow or subscribe to this blog for a 2nd entry
-twitter: #LegoKidsFest in Mpls. #legos tickets #giveaway from @antisupermom for a 3rd entry

Updated: Visit my friend, Samara and her LEGO KidsFest ticket giveaway for another chance to win.

Other blogger friends will be giving away tickets in the week to come, come back to find links for their giveaways for additional opportunities to win!

I was gifted tickets for my family to attend, thank you!

the f word

Henry contorted his body over the railing of the stairs from the top, looking down at me while I shoved preschool-sized feet into shoes to get us all out the door.

Henry gets this look of seriousness on his face "I learned the f word today. That's a naughty word, right?"

I play dumb in these instances, seeing what he really knows "I'm not sure what you are talking about..."

Then he spits it out, "it's called fu...(well, we all know how it's spelled).

Ugh.

I looked up at him and told him in a sort of foggy haze "that's the worst of the worst naughty words, never say that word."

I walked outside thinking about calling up the mother of the boy who taught him. I pictured myself on a rotary phone, cupping my hand over the receiver, a la A Christmas Story, screaming something along the lines of 'do you know what your son taught mine?!'

But then I remembered what the mom on the other line says in the movie 'he heard it from his father'.

oh, fuc*

(I tease, I never say the f word).

Unless I'm really mad, then that usually includes throwing things too.

I'll take total blame if Henry starts throwing erasers across the room.


Some Chinese characters Henry is working on, I doubt it says fuc* or $hit or other naughty words, but I don't read Chinese, your guess is as good as mine.

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sagetti corn

I asked him what he wanted to eat for his birthday, he replied quickly with his newest, favorite food from the Easter weekend in Iowa... "sagetti corn".

I corrected him "spaghetti corn"?

"No, it's sagetti corn" he snapped back.

Which is, of course, how I introduced it to him when I scooped it up onto his paper plate Sunday afternoon, attempting to make it sound more festive (though how can a casserole made with spaghetti noodles and canned cream corn not be considered festive?).

Four.


Today marks that magical day where we will become this mythical unit you've talked about, working side-by-side as a team, parent and child, striving towards that one common goal of you becoming the best human being you can possible be.

(and for me to survive it)

Happy Birthday.

It's still actually called spaghetti corn, but I'll pick my battles.

no ifs, ands, or buts

Wyatt has several excuses for not doing one particular thing or another, like putting his coat on by himself, or putting his shoes on, or grabbing his backpack on the way out the door to preschool, "but I'll do it when I'm a spy"... "if I was in college, I would do it"... "I'll do it when it's my birthday".

Lucky for us, his birthday is coming up next week.

My husband and I have held dearly onto his promise that being a 4 year old will be better than 3. Please, oh please be better than 3, because we can't handle another year of complaining about waistbands too tight, pants too short, the ever-present butt crack because he will *not wear* his pants tight or short, or will he wear a belt. Of course, he would wear sweatpants every. single. day if I'd let him.

I'm so tired of seeing his butt crack.


Out of nowhere, Wyatt decided last night, one week early, that it was time for him to wipe his own butt.

(cue the angels)

"That's what people do... people wipe their own butts. Mommy does, Daddy does, Henry does... from tonight on, I'm going to wipe my butt!"

He continues, "I can't wait to tell Dad that I'm going to wipe my own butt."

(Because, sure, he's the one he calls out when sitting on the perch of the toilet.)

I smile, nod and say a silent prayer that this actually means we are indeed one step closer to that magical age of 4, where he does everything that he's promised us that he would do.

And on top of that, I won't be seeing his butt with my face down in the toilet, him grabbing onto my leg for support.

Well, at least I won't be seeing his butt from that angle.

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cool 2 B kind

I admit, I was pretty pissed off annoyed at Mother Nature come Saturday morning. There have been some gorgeous 60 and 70 degree days here in Minnesota... finally... only to wake up on Saturday morning to that lush new spring green covered up, yet again, by snow.

October was our first month of snow. April (please be to God) will be our last month of snow. For all those slower at math than myself, that's 7 months with snow on the ground. Can you imagine? (probably not)

In all seriousness, we will survive, we Minnesotans are a hearty bunch (or we are people who are content with being indoors for the majority of the year). But thankfully, what's right around the corner? Warm weather. You know what else is right around the corner? Earth Day.

I know we aren't all *really* pissed at Mother Earth, so show her some love.

Like B Kind 2 Earth Day on Facebook. One 'like' is one promise from you to do something on Earth Day, this Friday, April 22nd. Do something simple like not using paper towels for everything, like unplugging things that aren't being used...

Now go on over there, stop holding that grudge!


I'm happy to take part of this campaign, I received no compensation other than warm fuzzies. Other participants include: The Motherhood, Nickelodeon, the National Wildlife Federation.

love notes

My husband stood at the top of the stairs 'Well, was she there?' he asked Wyatt when he walked through the garage door into the house.

More like a man than a three year old, he tossed his envelopes on the stairs and silently shaking his head back and forth.

My husband comes down the stairs, meeting him at the bottom step to console Wyatt, rubbing his back as Wyatt curls his little body, cat-like in response.

Wyatt stands up, crinkles his nose and says "I don't want to give them to her anymore... she wasn't there."

"But you worked so hard, don't you think she'll be there next time".

Wyatt responds with one of my phrases (thrown back into my face) "I don't care!"

Love notes to a girl whose name he can't remember.

He spent a bit of time drawing pictures, running around getting envelopes, stuffing them inside and requesting that someone write on each one... To: My Girlfriend, From: Wyatt.


Ah, young, unrequited love.

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April's fool

What's this, you ask? Of course, it's a magnet hot glued to the bottom of a coffee cup.

Doesn't everyone do that?

Doesn't everyone drive around the neighborhood on Saturday afternoon trying to scam people into screaming something about a 'coffee left on the roof of your car'?

Like a baseball player in the outfield.

Like the guy waiting at a red light next to you on his bike.

Doesn't your family giggle obscenely from the back seat at the nineteenth person to point to your car's roof with this frantic look on their face?

Mine does.

I totally feel like the fool when it comes to stuff like this. I can't look anyone in the eyes, I crouch down in my seat, I turn my face in the opposite direction.

Which is why I only went with them on one trip.

Yes, there were multiple 'coffee cup trick trips' this week.

And if we got you,

April Fools


only a week and a day late... we're punctual like that.

blame game

I'm pretty sure that I've written something about Edith being part ninja, if I didn't, well... she's a ninja. Anything that is in the realm of her hands is going to be hers. She'll throw her body (with the assumption that we will still be able to hold onto her) towards whatever she wants. She'll even trick you with her back-bend move where she's fooling you into thinking she is going to just be a sweet baby and look up at those oh-so-fascinating lights and then wham... she grabs whatever she had her eye on and shoves it into her mouth with a sweet little smile of victory.

Sunday morning we were sitting in the pew at church, after already handing her all of the papers we were given while cursing myself (well, not cursing, we were in church) for not bringing anything for her to chew on. She was gazing at the bibles, drool running down the corners of her mouth just thinking about chewing on something as delicious as those leather bound books.

She was starting to fuss.

My husband and I traded Edy back and forth. My husband leaned over and said something to me. I leaned back over to him and whispered in his ear, 'you need gum'.

(I know, I'm such a sweet, adoring wife.)

I pulled the pack of gum out of my bag. It's the kind where they pop it out of the back. I handed it to him.

Then Ninja Baby swept in and grabbed the pack out of my hands. She started chewing on the corner, which I decided... 'she's quiet, she's happy, no problem.'

Then she gets this look on her face. She starts coughing, and coughing and more coughing. Her little face turns red and her eyes start watering. I'm feeling horrible.

She's continues coughing and coughing.

I stick my finger in her mouth to see if I can find anything. (Yes, I know you aren't suppose to do this... whatever, I did).

She gagged and threw up.

She coughed more and threw up more.

Then finally she started to return to her normal coloring, her body relaxed.

Finally.

Stupid gum.


Yes, I'm blaming the gum

or my husband, for needing the gum in the first place.

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a rhetorical question

What is wrong with me?

It started with a text from my husband one morning, 'turn on CBS, cute baby'. I was certain that he was texting the wrong person, because he should clearly know that Satan (otherwise known as Wyatt) wakes up at our house screaming about wearing the same pants 'all the time'... that he doesn't have his two pancakes sitting on the counter as he requested before going to bed... that his 'brain' is not allowing him to get out from under the covers.

I texted my husband something back about 'leaving me to deal with this sort of crap everyday and why would he expect I have time to turn on the television'. Not really. I wrote 'no time' (see, I can be that sweet, adoring wife I should be).

Turns out that he wanted me to catch the video of baby Emerson.

And I've gotta tell you, I just don't get it.

Yes, of course he is abso-freakin'-lutely adorable... but almost 14 million views?

Enough to have his, I can't comprehend how much it will cost to send my child to college in 18 years, college tuition paid for by the ads?

Seriously?

So, back to what's wrong with me. Since hearing about all this, I'm like on this alert mode that I can't seem to get out of, 'what cute stuff do my kids do that I can put up on YouTube?' (and make hundreds of thousands of dollars for doing)

Edy often farts whenever you hold her up in the air, airplane-style.

YouTube worthy?

She's also been know to put her big toe and the one next to it in her nostrils, it totally looks like she's picking her nose with her toes.

You'd want to see that, right?

I need help.