It is Family Friday time again. A little bit late, because Daddy had staff duty last night, but better late than never.
(Evie takes dancing in the kitchen to a whole new level!)
On the bright side it gave us time to get pictures of Ellie’s adventures with Deedee and Papa at the Tree Festival.
Some of these adventures were fun!
Others, not so much…
Ellie does have a point, Santa Claus is kind of creepy. I mean, “Sees you when you’re sleeping, knows when you’re awake, sneaks into your house at night to fit you into his binary, black-and-white, naughty or nice categories based on a nebulous and unwritten standard?”
But all in all it wasn’t too bad, because it was full of shiny lights and pretty music.
Ellie had a fun time, except for the Santa piece. It’s nice to have Deedee and Papa to yourself when you are the younger child.
Evie has been very busy this week helping Mommy cran-cherry jam.
First we have to sort and wash the berries.
Then we have to boil them down into jam.
And then can it into jars.
Why is it that we can our jam into jars? We don’t jar jam into cans. We don’t jam jars into cans or can jars into jam, or… Why not?
One would think that we would jar in jars, and can in cans, but that is not the case. However, you can can into both jars and cans.
It has been raining a lot at home over the last week, and the plants seem to like the water after the dry summer. That combined with some slightly warmer weather seems to have confused the johnny-jump-ups, however. They are blooming in November.
Evie likes that, though. They look very pretty in her hair.
Evie is also very busy with school. She is continuing to learn her letters and numbers. Someday she will even get the hang of which are which.
She is very good at duplo blocks, too. she built a steam shovel out of duplos the other day, and then she asked Mommy if she could borrow her phone, and took pictures of it all by herself.
Of course, whatever the Big Sister does, the Little Sister must also do.
She is getting so big! Ah! And Daddy is missing it, but not as badly as he would if this were WWII or the Korean War, or Vietnam, or pretty much any war prior to Iraq/Afghanistan.
In previous eras he never would have gotten to watch Ellie feed Mommy from her very own plate. (She even tasted each morsel herself to make sure it was yummy before feeding it to Mommy!)
And he would never have gotten to share Evie’s version of after meal prayers.
That’s all for this week, folks. God Bless, and don’t forget to pray for us.