Yesterday we had our usual neighborhood Easter egg hunt and then had a barbeque and egg hunt with our cousins in Genola. And as usual, the Easter Bunny left a toy and some candy in everyone's easter buckets early this morning. We took our usual Easter Sunday pictures, and as usual there is always someone who does not want to take a picture--today it was Sam. He finally sat down after some coaxing and some bribing but he was still grumpy as you might tell. We had our usual Easter Sunday dinner of ham and funeral potatoes--but the kids have been mostly filling up on their overflowing easter candy-as usual!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Easter as usual
Yesterday we had our usual neighborhood Easter egg hunt and then had a barbeque and egg hunt with our cousins in Genola. And as usual, the Easter Bunny left a toy and some candy in everyone's easter buckets early this morning. We took our usual Easter Sunday pictures, and as usual there is always someone who does not want to take a picture--today it was Sam. He finally sat down after some coaxing and some bribing but he was still grumpy as you might tell. We had our usual Easter Sunday dinner of ham and funeral potatoes--but the kids have been mostly filling up on their overflowing easter candy-as usual!
Friday, March 21, 2008
holes
Every single pair of Olivia's jeans have holes in the knees--I don't know what she does but her jeans do not last more than a few months before I start seeing holes. This time instead of adding them to my "someday I'll make a jean quilt" pile I was inspired by my favorite blog 'soulemama' who reuses and alters everything. I decided to use some of my fabric scraps to make some patches for the knees. One is just a simple square with buttons but the other is a bird I appliqued on. It was fun to do--I love hand sewing. But I think next time I won't spend so much time on it because after only wearing her newly patched jeans for a few hours I noticed the bird was already looking a little worn.
A Vegetarian in the making?
Tonight when I was making dinner (sloppy joes), Olivia came by me as I cooked the meat.
She said, "What is that, pig or cow?
Cow
I'm not eating that
Why not?
Because it gives me a sad feeling inside.
Does it give you a sad feeling when you eat chicken?
Well, no.
Mom, do people eat horse?
No
Then she added (refering to the meat), "it smells like dirt"
It may just be a ground beef thing because she didn't say anything on Sunday when we had a roast, but she is the animal lover in the family and I can see the wheels in her brain starting to turn.
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