I made my second batch of soap today. Blaine came home to the smell of Cherry Almond Oatmeal soap cooling. (And a pear pie in the oven, but the Cherry Almond was definitely overpowering it.) He thought he’d come home to Butter Letter. He was disappointed.
What kind of spoiled is he that I’ve made a pie and lye bar soap in one afternoon and the man is disappointed?!
Gonna have to get some almond paste. I love that man.
Sunday services had Pierce quite excited – when we reached the end of the congregational prayer.
“Amen.”
Pierce starts waving his arms, so excited.
Pavlovian response, anyone? Pierce thinks ‘Amen’ means food.
We went to a harvest festival of sorts last night. At the balloon table, Liberty picked a turtle, Eden a parrot, Sterling a sword, Charlotte an alligator – and then it was Ruby’s turn. She asked for a balloon. When asked what kind, she requested round circle with a thing hanging down.
I’m slow. It took me several minutes to figure out what she wanted. Poor girl just wanted a plain balloon, but there was none to be found. She loved the butterfly she was given instead.
Charlotte couldn’t get over how people just kept handing her candy.
Sterling picked out his face painting: the green polka dots in the “step one” box for how to draw the frog. He didn’t want the frog – just the spots.
Pierce’s highlight of the night was when he saw the van at the end of the night. The noise was not quite pleasing to that boy. He started laughing and waving his arms, excited, when he saw the van afterward.
They are, at the moment, high on one piece of candy and frantically cleaning the house. They were given twelve minutes to straighten the house. The reward? More candy, of course.
That sugar crash is going to be fun, I’m afraid.
Sterling, with freshly scrubbed teeth, approached me with the twice-daily question.
“Are my teeth clean?”
In the midst of some other chaos, I replied, “I don’t know. Are they?”
His reply made me giggle. “I don’t know! I can’t see them. Every time I look down to check them, they go down too!”
It’s called a mirror, dude. You’ll learn to appreciate such conveniences before long, I’m sure.
What started the day as a pair of ladies socks…
ends the day as a blue-eyed sock money for Mr. P.’s Christmas.
From the reactions I got from everyone, I may be making five more of these. No decent pair of socks will be safe…
*Just for the record, cutting those socks up made me cringe. They were brand new (of course) and significantly nicer than any in my drawer. My hesitation made me laugh – once I realized the ridiculousness of it all!
My mom gave me a lamp she wasn’t using anymore. The shade was dated, and after a trip across three states with seven people and a dog, it wasn’t in the best shape ever.
Meet the new, revised version. It was too busy for the new lamp in the end, so it landed on a boring lamp and the boring lampshade landed on the new-to-me lamp, but either way, my sewing machine, (so not required, in retrospect) half an hour, a glue gun and a yard of fabric later, it looks almost too modern for my living room, home of many toys.
