Maybe I'm not interesting anymore and so everyone quit reading. boohoo.
Today Naysha announced that she wants to learn how to read, so she can be in "First Grade." So I got out the phonics alphabet flash cards and she and Riah went through them, saying the name of the letter, and what sound it makes. Then I tried to put 3 letters together to make a word. J - juh - E - eh - T - tuh. J - e- t- What's that say? You'd think we were playing Pictionary; they started shouting out words "Tayrn!" "juice!" I got tickled and had to quit. They got "cab" pretty easy, but "jet" was just too much.
Bob started "swing" shift today. He left a little after 1pm and should be home about midnight. I'm glad William is sleeping in his own room now.
Ooh, another funny.
Friday I made Sweet and Sour chicken wings for supper. Plus made cinnamon rolls for Saturday breakfast, so I was behind a bit. Right as Bob was due to be home and supper was supposed to be ready, but wasn't, William got hungry. So I thought I'd let Taryn make the sauce to pour over the wings. She's been helping me in the kitchen and I figured she could do that much. So I read out the ingrediants to her and she mixed it all together, heated it, and I said "Pour half of it over the two pans there." She reported that she'd put half in each pan. So I told her to put them in the oven, and she had a look of realization dawning, and said, "oh." Instead of pouring the sauce over the chicken, she'd poured it into the frying pan (and dirty saucepan that I'd poured some of the oil into when it was getting too hot) with the used oil. She was ready to cry, but I laughed it off, and since William was about done then, I went to make the sauce for the chicken. Turned out really good - we all got stuffed.
Remember back when we went to church in Cheveley, and we thought it was odd that the Reformed Church was in fellowship with the Anglican churches of the neighboring villages? Hehehe. When we walked through town last week we made a discovery. There are TWO churches on High Street in Cheveley. The ANGLICAN church we went to before, in the old, pretty building, AND the Reformed Church in a modern building next to the school. OOOh. So Sunday we went to the Reformed Church. They are also a small gathering, and the service follows a form. Sing, read, sing, pray, read, sing, preach, sing, communion, sing. And a few more prayers and an offering. But it was warm in there. All the attendees were older than us; two live on our street; one is the mother of a young man Bob met last month at the photography club. Anyway, it wouldn't be our style of church normally, but we are thinking about attending more or less (maybe alternating with the Mildenhall Baptist). It would be nice to be close, to get to know people, to be able to help out and maybe put out a root or two. Everyone said how nice it was to have the children, and how well they behaved. They served real wine with communion, but we let Taryn go ahead anyway,a s it's such a small glass. Bob said afterward that he figured wine wouldn't be too bad. Now I don't drink, and if I ever have had any, it was at communion before (oh, and once I had a cake in Iceland with balls on top that were full of Sherry- that's a mistake I'll not repeat), so I didn't expect to like it. But I also didn't expect it to burn all the way down and hang out in my chest for an hour afterwards. Bob said it hit him too: was more like whiskey than wine. Oh well, now we don't have to worry about Taryn wanting to start drinking when she's older. ewww.
I didn't lose any weight last week; too many cheats, I guess. Today I put a book I'm reading (The black fox of Lorne) up in front of me and went to walking on the cross trainer. I finished the book and made it to 33 minutes - I'd been managing 16 minutes. True, I didn't get as intense with it as if I was concentrating on exercising, but I was able to go for the longer time, which is supposed to be good for me. Now I need a new book to read.
Well, it's time for bed on this side of the world.