And they’re not mine!
And they’re not mine!
This is her favorite spot in the kitchen, the corner of countertop. She sits there when I chop stuff up. She sits there every evening while I cook dinner. She especially likes to sit there when I’m baking so she has first dibs on the licking!
I finally got the living picked up and swept so I was comfortable with working on the floor. I even got the children to play in the playroom for a bit while I attempted to layout the pieces of the quilt… well, until I got caught anyway.
Izzy could not contain her excitement when she saw all the quilt blocks on the floor and absolutely had to run in circles on it for at least 15-20 minutes while carrying her doll. She was too cute and I saw no harm in letting her have her fun.
I wasn’t convinced of my fabric and color choices until I saw the the top pieced together yesterday. I’m really happy with how it’s coming together. I don’t think that there’s too much of any one color and it seems fairly balanced.
Now comes the fun part of sewing the blocks together. I’m working on that today.
Another birthday celebration here yesterday, this time for one special papa! I helped Izzy make the cake in the morning. Alex did the base layer of frosting and….
All three kids got a bag of colored frosting and went to town decorating the perfect birthday cake!
I think James liked it! Even though he had to work, I think he had a darn good day and will be enjoying all of his new camping stuff very soon!
It felt a little more like summer here this weekend when we hooked up the sprinkler for the kids and roasted some marshmallows over the fire. I won’t mention the big old thunderstorm that blew in as I was roasting the last one and got me a wee bit wet.
The boys positively adored the sprinkler. Izzy wasn’t so sure of it and kept her distance.
That’s all the separates Izzy and Jackson. And that’s all that will separate Izzy and our little one due in October. Three little munchkins and one big kid sound like a lot of work! There are times that I worry that it’ll be too much and that I must be insane, but then there are moments of such clarity that I know that things will not only be okay, but that things will be so absolutely amazing and great that I’ll not know how to contain the happiness and abundance of blessings that I will feel.
I took a break from bread-making these past few months. It was one responsibility that I could give up in order to have more of myself to give to my family in other ways, but yesterday, I felt called back to it… in the form of monkey bread. If you’ve never had monkey bread, you’re really missing out and need to try it! It’s a basic bread dough that you cut into small pieces and dip into melted butter and vanilla and then into a cinnamon-sugar-pecan mixture and throw into a tube-shaped pan. After it’s baked, you can just pinch the bite-size pieces off from the “loaf” and you have all that yummy goodness all at once!
Monkey bread is also the perfect task for my little monkeys. Each one had a job that they took very seriously, and it took a little bit of effort in assigning the right task to the right child. Izzy was all about swishing the dough in the butter and didn’t at all mind have her fingers completely saturated in the stuff (surprisingly, there was no way Jack was going to put his fingers in that.)
Alex thoroughly coated each dough ball with the cinnamon-sugar-nut mixture and did so with great concentration.
And dear Jackson discovered his calling by tossing each coated piece into the pan with great finesse.
While going to get my camera, I overheard sharing of dreams of the three kids wanting to open up their own bakery together to make monkeybread and other sweet treats to share with the world.
I would have taken pictures of the finished product, but it was too darn good to let sit around. We devoured the entire thing within minutes of taking it out of the oven. So much for breakfast this morning, but at least now, we have memories and dreams that can live on a bit longer.