The boys’ all shared one side of the easel.
Josiah in a messless outfit…wash and wear!
He took this painting thing very seriously.
Ta Da! They titled it, “Spiderman’s Clubhouse.”
The artist getting her inspiration.
Concentrating on each brushstroke.
Working AND posing for pictures….yes, folks, she’s that good!
And Zoe’s creation. I forgot to ask her the title.
This week, we pulled it out and defrosted it and made cinnamon rolls. Now, I could’ve made the healthy low sugar ones with honey…but I didn’t. Celebrating the fact that I have not gained over 50 pounds this pregnancy (not even close), I decided we’d make the good ol’ not good for you ones. I had help too!
Tracy, I thought you’d enjoy seeing what we came up with! They were actually quite large and I should have split the dough to make them smaller…but this was trial and error for me.
The end results were just as yummy and there are now 1 1/2 dozen sitting in the freezer waiting to be thawed, iced and eaten sometime this month, I’m sure.
Awaiting movie night on Friday!
First, we play with the pans and stick them on our head.
Note to self: do not mix food coloring and oobleck wtih your hand…you get a food colored hand…in this case, green!
Oooo…oobleck
I’m telling ya’ll…this is a boys activity if ever there was one…lots of messy fun!
Zoe had on a Princess nightgown on Saturday night. After we finished worship Ace looked up at her nightgown and said, “Cinderella’s a dog…look, she has a collar.”
Josiah got to sweep the yard some.
But then decided his “bu bu” was a better read.
Taking a break from raking to have a little sword fight.
Taking a break from raking to have a leaf fight (there were a lot of breaks).
“Fighting” the leaves from the leaf blower.
Liam has a “sword.”
Sweeping the leaves some more.
And finally, enjoying hard work by jumping in the pile!
At breakfast on Friday, Ace began talking to Zoe. Now, mind you, I was in the room and heard the whole conversation.
Seriously, he turns to Zoe.
Ace: Zoe, sometimes at night, when Daddy is not in the room and Josiah’s awake, we whisper to each other.
Zoe: Okay.
Me: That’s fine, Ace. You can play as long as you stay in bed and are quiet.
Ace: Yes ma’am. And Zoe, sometimes at night, when Daddy is not in the room and Josiah’s asleep, I open his eyes and play with his eyeballs.
Me (stifling a laugh): Okay, maybe we shouldn’t do that because that would wake Josiah up or you could hurt him. How ’bout you just whisper to Liam instead?
Ace got up this morning saying his tummy was hurting. Translated it usually means, “I didn’t like what we were having for supper so I didn’t eat and now I’m really, really hungry.” Turns out, this time, that it really meant, “My tummy is hurting and I’m going to throw up the minute something touches it.”
Which is what he did for a few hours this morning. By lunch time he was much better and ate his breakfast and his lunch. It took us awhile to get him up from nap and he picked at supper and said his tummy was hurting a little bit but right now he’s running around the house in pjs waiting on his “purple juice” and ready to watch some of the Super Bowl before everyone gets back from Awana.
So now the question on my mind is…who’s next??? We shall see…