Our first family bike ride in which Eliza rode under her own two-wheeled power. No training wheels. This girl is finally free to fly, and she's not looking back. And oh boy, is she proud.
(Knock knock, who's there? "Don't." Don't who? "Don't hassle me about her flip flops! Mea culpa! Mea culpa!")
Our last time -- well, for the next six weeks or so -- to eat Sunday lunch at the Good Luck Grill with Nonnie and Opa and the family. The grandparents are headed to England for their annual stint at Cambridge University. One of these years -- and I say this every year -- we are so going to visit them. Oh, and an important detail? They left us their ice cream maker. It's shiny, enormous, and brimming with possibilities.
My first time to make these:
I followed the idiot-proof directions from NotMartha and made one for me, one for a friend. Y'all, I'll tell you something. When I do these kinds of crafts, I feel like Martha Stewart.
That is, Martha Stewart after she's had three glasses of wine and a couple of Valium. My fingers feel slow, clumsy and inextricably smeared with Fabri-Tac glue, rather than deft, clever and clean. Also, I have help. Four- and six-year-old help. As they sweetly, eagerly pelt me with questions and offers, sweat beads my brow, snappishness hovers in the offing, and I find myself muttering Charlotte Mason's motto: "Education is an atmosphere, a discipline, a life." I think the discipline is mostly for me. The children get the atmosphere and the life. :-)
And of course, the most anticipated "last" of the weekend: The LOST series finale.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Internet debates, feel free to rage on without me.
3 comments:
I hardly noticed the flip flops.. I was too busy being impressed by all the helmets. We are TERRIBLE about protective gear.
The "corsages" turned out beautifully.
I LOVE the fish crackers! Man what I would have given to be at that Dharma party!!
And I'm super duper looking forward to some home-made ice cream posts in the near future!!
Technically, they were "fish biscuits," but in the british sense, because these were orange flavored sugar cookies. Yum! I loved them, too.
Good times! Now we get to rewatch the series, knowing what the end is...
sigh, what are we going to do this coming Tuesday night with no L O S T?
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