For the third and last time we have a five year old.
We had friends over on Saturday to help celebrate The Boy. He had wanted mint chocolate chip ice cream cake so being Julia Child in disguise I whipped one right up. Snort. Internet recipes- what a blessing!
I took the cake out a few minutes before we needed it so that is would soften up and be ready to cut. But then this happened-
I don’t know if the freezer door hadn’t been closed all the way the last time I was in it or if I lost track of time time and had it out too long. I also think the ice cream was a brand that was particularly soft. But whatever the reason, it was melting and melting fast. So I snapped a few photos and we cut it up. It wasn’t until we had some on Monday, the true birthday, that we put candles on it. It looked a bit worse for wear.
But The Boy didn’t seem to mind.
It sure tasted good though.
“The dog has mopped it up so quit wallowing on the floor.”
After the evening performance of the Living Last Supper at Church a week ago the kids were playing outside. Apparently a tree leaped in front of the running Boy and then wouldn’t move. Nasty tree!
Lots of scrapes on the Boy but he seems to be fine. His face gets lots of attention. We tell people that they should see the tree!
Last Sunday, Resurrection Sunday. our little church put on a production depicting the Da Vinci painting, The Last Supper, and the last days of Jesus life. It took pretty much the whole church working together to pull it all off. There was a choir, the twelve Apostles, Jesus, a Narrator, towns people, Roman soldiers and an angel. This is the second year we have done this so we knew what we were getting into this time. Last time it seemed to keep growing on us! It’s a very moving production.
Col. Panic was the narrator and sang a song.
Three of the cutest towns people.
The angel at the empty tomb.
He has risen!
The biggest challenge since getting the chicks has been to keep the kids from loving them to death. They are constantly wanting to hold them. The chicks are so cute at this stage.
Miss Sunshine learning how to hold a chick.
Fourteen of them. We have since lost one. We don’t know if they are girls or boys yet- we’ll see what we get.
We have talked, off and on, about getting some chickens. This spring Col. Panic started searching through the internet for information about chickens and then brought some home.
Here are four Barred Rocks being placed in their new, temporary home.
Then more! This looks like a Rhode Island Red. It was hard getting good shots with all the heads getting in the way.
All set up with their feeder and water. Heat lamp to come.
Click to get a bigger picture. Everyone was fascinated watching the chicks.
All huddled together. It’s a new adventure we are embarking on.
Hold on to your hats! It’s not who you think.
Miss Sunshine decided to wear pink to church. Her sister decided on her standard fare anymore and wore blue jeans.
And before you think it’s too funny…
Miss Sunshine reverted back to type quickly.
I was rushing to get dinner cooked and trying to think of a side dish while talking to a friend of mine on the phone. She commented that she was making tortillas for dinner. Aha! thought I. I had some tortilla mix that I had bought awhile back at a store but hadn’t made any yet because there were not instructions (it was a bulk item) as to how much water to put in. I decided to just start adding some until it seemed the right consistency. I was feeling a bit stressed as The Girls crowded into the kitchen telling me vitally important stuff. Pixie asked to help.
No, I’m in a hurry.
She pulled up a chair to watch me anyway. You know, a little girl on a chair can sure impede the traffic flow but I held my tongue and tried to keep moving. She watched me take a bit of dough, put a bit of flour on the tortilla press, push down on the lever and peel off the tortilla before throwing it into a pan to cook. She asked if she could push down on it.
Oh, all right! I reluctantly said. But hurry!
She did that fine and we put the tortilla on the skillet. I rolled another ball and put it in the press then went off to tend something else. She pressed it.
Then peeled it off. I rolled the dough into the right sized balls for her and she took over. She put flour on the press, put in the ball of dough, pressed it and peeled it off.
I felt bad for being grumpy. Pixie ended up being a big help and was pleased that she was able to make the tortillas for dinner. They may not have been perfectly round, I wasn’t getting them that way either, but they tasted good.
We’ll have to make more sometime.
