C is so sweet to read to her little sister, E. She would much rather be reading alone, by herself, but she frequently takes time to read to E and A. And they love it!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
I said it would happen again. (Trip down memory lane here.)
I was sitting at my desk when I heard little R walk and sit on the floor directly behind me. I was shocked to smell (what I thought was) a dirty diaper. I said, "R boy! I just changed your diaper less than 10 minutes ago. Are you stinky, again?!" Of course I said this while remaining on task, completing whatever it was I was doing, perfectly displaying the power of focus that comes from being a mother of six little ones.
But I was not prepared for what I saw when I turned around. R was playing with poo poo - poo poo that did not belong to him. He found it in the unflushed toilet of the opened-door bathroom.
This fun ended with a long, extended bubble bath.
But we still smelled like poo. :(
|He's so sad. Mean Momma won't let him splash his friends in China.|
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Last week we had chicken pot pie for the first time, and I learned a few things.
- We do indeed need two pies. Don't expect leftovers.
- Keep the thicker sauce. It did lessen the mess without compromising taste.
- Lock E outside until pies are made. She kept sneaking into the kitchen to steal pieces of crust.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
|R attempted to paint. He didn't quite get it.|
|J showing off her artwork.|
|C working hard on her sunshine.|
|E attempting to keep the paint on the paper, off the fence.|
|A is fascinated with colors these days.|
|M's thrilled with her flower.|
|R had fun on the slide while everyone else painted.|
|Where's the smile, R?|
|Second attempt to capture a better facial expression - FAIL.|
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Andy's uncle has a farm that I have yet to see. The kids sneak away with Grandma and Grandpa from time to time, so I have heard all about it. They like to run around and pet the sheep, and in the springtime baby lambs. But the most fascinating thing for them may be watching the hens lay eggs. They come home with vivid descriptions of the hens pushing out the egg, and the kids rushing to grab it while it's still warm. I was told that as M grabbed an egg, she looked back at Grandma, with egg in hand and said, "Let's eat!" And boy do we.
When the kids spend some time at the farm, they come home with eggs, eggs, and more eggs. I've had to get creative in how to take advantage of all these fresh eggs. And quiche is probably our favorite. I like that they freeze - and then bake - easily. No wasted eggs here!
Thanks Uncle John! We love your eggs!