Saturday, January 28, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Potato Love
Everyone knows that church and pot roast go hand in hand.And furthermore that mashed potatoes with ample gravy are the best part. The stink of it all is *waiting* for all of that potatoey-delicious-ness. Growing up, peeling carrots and potatoes was my after church gig. Everyone knows that the most hungriest you are all week is after church. This is probably what drove my strange passion for eating raw potatoes.
Turns out I've got a little potato monster too.
Little miss Abz has been sneaking potato chunks ever since she was tall enough to swipe them from the cutting board. These days she has taken over the whole potato preparation process from peeling to mashing.
I'm just happy to see the torch pass to the next generation.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Spot Light!
Yesrday was a big day for Tadpole! Not only did he deliver his first ever talk at church, but he was selected to be the lucky kid to help with "If You Chance To Meet A Frown".
If you didn't know, that is the best thing that can happen to a kid all week.
Here's how it went down. Bro. Larsen (our Primary Chorister) chose Tad's name randomly from a cup full of popcycle sticks. Tadpole was shocked beyond imagination because when you are 4 years old it feels like you never get picked to do anything fun in Primary. Bro. Larsen asked Tad to show his "sad face". This is what he got:
Let's just say, it was a crowd pleaser.
This song is pretty much an amusement ride because when you get to the part in the song that says, "quickly turn it up side down and smile that frown away" Bro. Larsen picks you up and flips you upside down.
There is no way you can keep frowning then!
Then it came time for Tad to deliver his sermon on making choices. We opted for the "interview style" talk where I ask questions that Tad answers for the wonder and amazement of the children. When I asked, "Can you make good choices Tadpole?" He became pensive and with the expression of deep thought said,
"I don't make good choices. Sometimes I just don't want to be good."
At least he has honesty down.
If you didn't know, that is the best thing that can happen to a kid all week.
Here's how it went down. Bro. Larsen (our Primary Chorister) chose Tad's name randomly from a cup full of popcycle sticks. Tadpole was shocked beyond imagination because when you are 4 years old it feels like you never get picked to do anything fun in Primary. Bro. Larsen asked Tad to show his "sad face". This is what he got:
Let's just say, it was a crowd pleaser.This song is pretty much an amusement ride because when you get to the part in the song that says, "quickly turn it up side down and smile that frown away" Bro. Larsen picks you up and flips you upside down.
There is no way you can keep frowning then!
Then it came time for Tad to deliver his sermon on making choices. We opted for the "interview style" talk where I ask questions that Tad answers for the wonder and amazement of the children. When I asked, "Can you make good choices Tadpole?" He became pensive and with the expression of deep thought said,
"I don't make good choices. Sometimes I just don't want to be good."
At least he has honesty down.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Busted!
Can't Wait For The Next Episode!
We're hoping to lure our favorite New Englanders for another dainty-crust-trimmed sandwich...

And another
Downton Abbey marathon party
sure to make every kid in the joint fall over dead with boredom.

Another extravagant slice of raspberry chocolate cake...
And anotherDownton Abbey marathon party
sure to make every kid in the joint fall over dead with boredom.
...well at least the kids who are in front of the TV.
The spell is not cast on the wild rascals upstairs.
The spell is not cast on the wild rascals upstairs.
The Great Puke Fest of 2012
This is what I'll be digging out over the weekend...
All kudos go to Pops who has been at the forefront of Puke-Fest 2012.
I have cleverly hid at work all week.
Pops has lovingly held the barf bowl as 3 out of 4 of our little ones have repeatedly heaved beyond their stomach's capacity. He not only comforted the comfortless, but scoured contaminated surfaces and pumped load after load of laundry. We're still waiting for Superkid to fall. I'm sure Pops will be there when the happy moment arrives. He is the better parent when it comes to barfy situations. I am paralyzed at the site of virus spewing into the air. Instead of caring for the poor traumatized child, I keep a mental log of each chunk's trajectory so I can do a thorough job lysoling the place.
Let's just say it is probably best for everyone that I was out of the picture for this one.
So like I say, the least I can do is help dig out. Thanks for taking one for the team Pops!
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