Welcome back to another episode of “Family Friday” in which we try our hand at musical theater.
Or, at least, Big Sissie does. She did really well at her school concert. She knew all the words to every song, and we could clearly hear her voice over the whole crowd. She has never had a problem making herself heard.
That was Friday night, a late night for the little folks, and for Mommy and Daddy too. Daddy almost didn’t make it because patients kept getting pneumonia and such, but he got there just on time. Then Big Sissie was so excited and then so tearful afterwards.
Just so much feels!
Then on Saturday we had the Big Sis Birthday Party, Take Two. That is, the friend birthday party. The other one was the family birthday party. Uncle Adam and Co got to go to both parties because Edmund and Annarose fall into both categories.
For the friend birthday party we went to our favorite pottery painting studio and rented their downstairs room, with some pizza and cupcakes, and everyone got to paint some pottery.
It was a great time, and the kids all enjoyed it. Well worth the price. And then we all got to sing “Happy Birthday” and Big Sis blew out the candle on the cupcake.
They are both growing up fast, learning to take responsibility and contribute to the upkeep of the family.
Sunday was a quiet, stay at home kind of day. Mommy went on a quick Walmart run after Mass and picked up some thread, and a few other things. With this pregnancy, for some reason, she has started nesting early, and the unfinished projects in her sewing bag have been burning a hole in her imagination for weeks. One, in particular, was a green sweater with big, tacky, multicolored, spherical buttons. Mommy wanted to take those buttons off and replace them with some gray-green buttons her Grandma bought on clearance for $0.11 back in 1970-something, and then never used.
Daddy and Ellie made bread, but Daddy got impatient and did not wait for it to rise all the way the second time before putting it in the oven. This was the result:
As soon as they warmed up in the oven the crust baked hard, and then the yeast inside continued to expand and cracked the crust. Part of the problem was we had all the doors and windows open to air the viruses out of the house and replace them with new, exotic ones from the neighborhood. So the yeast did not rise very quickly. I think next time I should try the warm oven trick. Bread is a lot harder than pizza.
This birthday present from Uncle Ian and Auntie Melissa was a hit.
Any good place to read is always appreciated. However, the best place is still Mommy’s or Daddy’s laps.
We read a lot of books at our house. We have since before the children were born, and we believe it is a good part of the reason why they both have super advanced language skills for their ages. Plus it is fun, and provides a great alternative to screen time. Best of all, it gives Mommy and Daddy an excuse to re-enjoy our favorite classic children’s books.
Our new raised bed is put in, and filled. Underneath the dirt is about a bale worth of partially decomposed straw that we used to winter-proof the dahlia roots.
We’ll be sorry we moved that when the temperature drops below freezing again, but they haven’t sprouted yet, so they should be fine for just an overnight frost.
The straw bale garden is set up, and now we just have to finish treating it. We are going the organic route, which means the nitrogen rich fertilizer is not quite as nitrogen rich as an artificial fertilizer, and is much smellier. But it is all an experiment, and Little Sis loves helping spray the bales with the hose.
The apple trees are another experiment.
Daddy bought and read a bunch of books about apples in particular, and orcharding in general over the winter. Turns out we did just about everything wrong with our two little apple trees. So this Daddy got out and pruned them, and now he is training some of the branches that sagged from the weight of their fruit last year. We will probably thin the crop this year, and definitely summer prune the tips of the leaders to keep these things from getting any taller. All in all, however, they haven’t done too badly, for as many things as we did wrong.
And a row of crocuses that Mommy planted two years ago decided that this is the spring they should put in their appearance. The girls love them, and Little Sis keeps us well supplied with crocus blossoms in the house.
So there you have it. Dress for the weather you want, not the weather you have. Be like a crocus.
That’s all for this week. Have a great weekend, and pray for us. Keep our special intentions in your prayers, please.