Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Best Breakfast EVER (and other stories)

It all started this morning when Mom opened the fridge to find that there was no milk to go with our usual cereal. No eggs, either, which are our typical alternate breakfast. So, Mom got mildly creative, mixing a couple of things together from her secret spice stash to add to toast. The result: something that Amanda claimed was the best breakfast she'd ever had. You guessed it: cinnamon sugar toast!


Mom announced it to the kids and could tell right away that the only part of it they'd heard was the word "sugar;" they definitely approved.



Seeing that Mom had the camera out, Amanda requested that another bit of news be recorded: she now knows how to tie shoes all by herself, thanks to instruction from Dad. Here she is tying . . .

and here's the finished product:

And then Mom took another sibling photo, just because.


But wait, you ask, where are the other two little Muffins? Fear not; they got their time in the camera lens this evening when Grandma and Grandpa came to visit. Here we have Curtis and Grandma admiring Lydia.

And here's Lydia happy to meet Grandma, too.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Floral Art at the Library, etc.

The local library hosted a floral art show this weekend, and so Mom, Amanda, Jared, and Lydia went to see it while Dad watched over the remaining Muffin, who was napping at the time. Halloween and flowers together; who'd have thought?




We also stopped by the playground on the way home, just because.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Leaves + Brothers = Fun

It's fall . . . and they're cute . . .


Saturday, October 2, 2010

Scenes from the back yard

Our back yard is a little different now, not just because of the missing tree, but also because of our new giant dirt patch where they churned out the roots of the old tree. However, the kids definitely approve of the dirt.

Here we have Lydia, modeling a hooded jacket while she naps.

Curtis eating a popsicle:

Jared with his orange popsicle:

And Amanda with a popsicle, too. Notice that she is by no means tree-deprived, despite the loss of the other tree.