Dance Recital 2010

Meg and Maisie performed in the Just Dance recital. Here they are in costume.

 

Here we are as the audience. (Nick sat through 6 hours of dance this week....ergo the choke-hold.)

 

 

 

Stove

Austin completed the stove; isn't he a wonder? Our kids and the neighbors have already spent hours using it.

 

 

 

Current Events

Andy lost his first tooth!

 

Today is the last day of school!

 

 

I melted a plastic lid in the oven. On the left is the tower that I melted; on the right is the evidence of the melted lid.

 

(Not only is my oven ruined, but I found a leak under the kitchen sink, which I quickly corrected. But not before the water had totally spilled onto the floor. And, while making bread for teachers this morning, the lid was off the yeast in the freezer, causing yeast to trickle down through everything. Nice.)

Out of the Mouth of Maisie

I found her sitting here, on my pantry shelf, while I made lunch yesterday. She also said some funny things:
"Nick, you must learn to control your temperature!"
"Look! (Staring at a picture of Dallin H. Oaks)Daddy Warbucks is in the Friend."
"Mother, may you please give me another piece of bikini bread." (She meant zucchini bread.)
"We haven't read scriptures today, we must so that we are safe from Sam." (In the song scripture power it says, "
Scripture power, keeps me safe from sin." She can never remember Satan's name; she calls him Sam.)

 

You're NOT Alone

As usual, I had five children with me in the grocery store Friday night. A nice woman came around the corner and stopped in her tracks to grin at us and stare. I was waiting for the standard conversation: "Are those all yours? Boy, you sure have your hands full!" I always answer in a forced laugh. This time, however, the nice lady said, "Are those all yours? Well, you must never get lonely, then!" I laughed for real, because it is true, I never get lonely; I'm never alone.

 

Don't let eating the polish fool you..

 

She's wearing open-toed sandals to church today.

 

Gene

I've just finished reading the most wonderful books, Freckles and A Girl of the Limberlost, by Gene Stratton Porter. I simply devoured the novels because they are romances (and I don't waste my time with any other genre), and they were written by a male. Ms. Meyer has nothing on Mr. Porter, because I believe that when a male can write a love story, I mean really pour his heart and soul into the romatic interaction between characters, that is true lit. We know a woman can, because she is woman. And as a woman, I am a pure romantic.

So I googled him. He is a she. Ms. Gene Stratton Porter is a female, which clearly explains everything. It would be a lie to say that I wasn't disappointed when my google search came up with a woman's picture, but then, the only other "Gene" I know is the dead man I was going to marry as a teen, Gene Kelly.

My advice: read the books and cherish the characters and the setting, they are still literary treasures especially because they were written by a female. My next read, The Scarlet Pimpernell, was written by a woman, and I know she was a woman due to her suffix -- "ess."


And, to my few readers, please list clean and lovely romance novels that are written by males. I would gladly appreciate it, for summer begins in a week and I am ready to read.

Happy Birthday #9, Meg

What a fun day we had celebrating Meg. Presents this morning. Wendy's in the cafeteria for lunch. Ice cream roll cake with nine candles for dessert.

 

 

 

 

We went around the dinner table and expressed our reasons for loving Meg. They are as follows:
Austin: Because she is a good helper and takes care of those around her.
Nicole: Because she is happy and excited about life.
Andy: Because she makes up great games to play.
Maisie: Because she is nice.
Nick: Because she sleeps by me and rubs my back.

Preparation

Meg's Birthday Checklist

Double-batch of brownies with cream cheese frosting (to take to school). Check.

Milk chocolate ice cream roll cake (in freezer). Check.

36 crescent rolls (baked and bagged). Check.

Presents wrapped (waiting on mantle). Check.

Lasagna ingredients purchased (she requested a non-veggie meal, requiring a trip to the store). Check.

Family room vacuumed (her morning chore). Check.

Celebrate. Unchecked, for now.