I called my mother and she said she was making quiche. I decided to do the same. Both were quite delicious. The upper was a vegetable with brown rice crust, and the lower was bacon spinach with a pasty crust.
They found the heavy whipping cream and helped themselves and each other. My mother said it was hereditary, I quite agree.
She's very fat.
And very nice.
Bath time.
Wednesday morning by 7:20 am, my kitchen immaculate. It is lovely.
These guys came and fixed our spetic tank and dug a trampoline hole plus seven fruit tree holes.
Later that day, during piano lessons I didn't hear the buzzer on my Italian flavored breads, apparently neither did the other six people sitting on the couch just beside the kitchen. So, we had a hearty soup in which to dip the bread in and soften.
He actually crossed paths with her.
Eddie reminded me that we needed a new baby swing; he was right. Molly sure loves it.
These MVPers had two early out days.
Maisie's new hair cut.
Meg's usual selfie.
Gross.
I read a book this week, well almost. I still have 50 pages.
I couldn't find these boys Saturday morning. They were safe and sound and together on the tramp.
Nick's game -- we all attended.
Afternoon tramp time.
Feeding in the bus.
We have the best rainbows.
Instead of Sunday dinner dishes, trampoline time.
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