Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together - mass hysteria.
The Baby is still not quite grasping the concept of the whole thing. When people would open their doors he'd try and bolt inside. My brother and I spent most of the night wondering what was going through his head:
"Hey, is that Italian marble flooring, let me see that!"
"What's the square footage in this joint?"
"Oh, is that meatloaf, can I have some?"
The Baby also felt the need to STAY at people's doors, once they were opened. Like he refused to leave. Especially if they had dogs. He just stood there yelling, 'Dog. DOG. DOOOGGG!!!" Yes, we get it. There is a dog there.
As for the 3.5 dozen cupcakes I made last night, most went with the kids to school and some to work. I took the old "Dirt Cake" recipe and instead made Dirt Cupcakes. Way better. Little individual bites of dirty, wormy goodness.Dirt cake/cupcakes 'how to', HERE.