I remembered to take my "pre-natal" vitamins for two days in a row! I wonder if they sell "post-natal" vitamins... Whether it's that, or just my determination to do the right thing; yeah, it's the vitamins. But I have been better about getting stuff done. AND not losing my temper.
I wonder what it would take to get me to write in complete sentences. (So glad this thing has spell check)
ANYWAY
Sunday night we had chicken pot pie and sweet potato casserole for dinner. Yum! I left 1/4 of the sweet potatoes without the crumb topping so Naysh could have some with marshmallows instead (ewwww). Taryn thought she wanted marshmallows, but when I mixed up the brown sugar topping she had a nibble and said "That is better than a marshmallow." Smart girl.
While we were cooking, we talked about the church service that morning. They had a box of flags in the back, and children being what they are, ours kept turning around to watch the flag lady. So after a little bit she came and asked the girls to join her, and they did. Riah about came unglued, so she came back and handed each of the boys a flag, too. They stayed in their seats, but waved the flags around. So, back to cooking; Taryn said it was fun to do the flags, and I asked her if it helped her to worship God or was just fun. She honestly replied that it was just fun. So we talked about worship, and she thinks it doesn't matter how one worships so long as the praise is to God. Hmmm. Most modern people would probably agree with her, but I have a book called How God Wants us to Worship Him. I thought it might make a good study, so when I finished my dinner I read some outloud and Bob gave his input on the subject. The author is "reformed" and goes by the "regulative principle of worship" which says only the things commanded by the Bible are allowed. So we'll see how that goes.
WAHAA
I had a lovely long post but my STU{PID internet, which I had written about, messed up the whole thing! And, apparently if I click on the save draft button it disables the auto save , so the whole other part that I just wrote has diaa apeared.
No, i can't type when I'm mad!
Wednesday, 30 January 2008
Monday, 28 January 2008
And more potty
Well, I posted too soon yesterday, I guess. Here's the rest of the gruesome details.
While at the store Saturday, we bought each of the boys a belt, as some of their pants are a little baggy (that's trousers to you, Ganieda). So they were very excited to wear their belts to church Sunday. So after the incident already described, when we get home Riah needed to go again. He heads for the toilet, and a few seconds later we hear this terrible wail. Bob goes to investigate, and what do you know? Riah couldn't get the belt undone, and so peed on himself once again. So they mop up and change and come to lunch.
After lunch the children went outside to play. After awhile Riah came in to use the toilet. After quite awhile he headed back out, but stopped long enough to announce, "The reason I changed clothes is because I had an accident." Lord, have mercy. I was trying to catch up on laundry!
We asked him to clean up his mess; he said he did.
Twice more throughout the day we saw puddles in the toilet room and had Riah clean them up.
At bedtime all the children march into the bathroom and get their toothbrushes and stand in line while we come and brush their teeth. They'd just been gone a second when Taryn came back to the living room. We asked why she wasn't in the bathroom. "We are in the bathroom," she replied, "but there is BM on the little toilet, and a spot on the floor, and I don't know how to clean it up." This has to be a joke. We followed her to the bathroom, while she says, "I guess it was Riah." There was a little splatter across the baby toilet lid, and a brown spot on the rug. We sent everybody out but Riah, and Bob questioned him while I cleaned up. Riah put on his soberer than any judge look and denied any knowledge of the incident. So we called in Naysha, and could tell right away that she had something to say. She was going to the bathroom earlier and "had gas." So we explained that these things should be addressed right away for reasons of health.
THEN, after they are all in bed, I discovered a big puddle around the base of the toilet (in the toilet room). As I'm wiping it up I even notice splatters a foot up on each wall. Oh, boy!
I'm very proud to say Bob and I both kept our tempers about the whole thing, though Bob is wondering what special sin he has committed to be repaid this way. ha.
While at the store Saturday, we bought each of the boys a belt, as some of their pants are a little baggy (that's trousers to you, Ganieda). So they were very excited to wear their belts to church Sunday. So after the incident already described, when we get home Riah needed to go again. He heads for the toilet, and a few seconds later we hear this terrible wail. Bob goes to investigate, and what do you know? Riah couldn't get the belt undone, and so peed on himself once again. So they mop up and change and come to lunch.
After lunch the children went outside to play. After awhile Riah came in to use the toilet. After quite awhile he headed back out, but stopped long enough to announce, "The reason I changed clothes is because I had an accident." Lord, have mercy. I was trying to catch up on laundry!
We asked him to clean up his mess; he said he did.
Twice more throughout the day we saw puddles in the toilet room and had Riah clean them up.
At bedtime all the children march into the bathroom and get their toothbrushes and stand in line while we come and brush their teeth. They'd just been gone a second when Taryn came back to the living room. We asked why she wasn't in the bathroom. "We are in the bathroom," she replied, "but there is BM on the little toilet, and a spot on the floor, and I don't know how to clean it up." This has to be a joke. We followed her to the bathroom, while she says, "I guess it was Riah." There was a little splatter across the baby toilet lid, and a brown spot on the rug. We sent everybody out but Riah, and Bob questioned him while I cleaned up. Riah put on his soberer than any judge look and denied any knowledge of the incident. So we called in Naysha, and could tell right away that she had something to say. She was going to the bathroom earlier and "had gas." So we explained that these things should be addressed right away for reasons of health.
THEN, after they are all in bed, I discovered a big puddle around the base of the toilet (in the toilet room). As I'm wiping it up I even notice splatters a foot up on each wall. Oh, boy!
I'm very proud to say Bob and I both kept our tempers about the whole thing, though Bob is wondering what special sin he has committed to be repaid this way. ha.
Sunday, 27 January 2008
WEEKEND
Caps lock off.
Okay.
Saturday the bases were having a "boot sale" - not the sale of footwear, but sales out of the "boot" or "trunk" or cars. We were hoping for good things, as military families who are moving tend to get rid of some terrific junk. I'm glad we've learned to be flexible. There were 6 or 8 sellers, and no one had anything larger than a microwave. But we got Ced a raincoat, and got a fan for the summer, which we are sure will come for at least a week or two. We also had grocery shopping to do, but we weren't quite ready to head home.
So we went out to the Anglo-Saxon village that we'd tried on Christmas break. They were open this time. It's a pretty neat place. There is a museum part, with lots of pottery and beads and stuff that has been dug from the area, and then there is the outside part - the village itself. They've re-built, on location, 5 or 6 buildings from Anglo-Saxon times. Each house (or hall) is done a little differently, as the whole thing is a bit trial and error. We were pretty much free to run in and around the buildings.
One building was being re-thatched by a man with shaggy, curly hair. Azariah, whose voice carries quite well, said, "Mama, what is that girl doing?" I quietly said, "I think it's a MAN." He responded at full volume, "It LOOKS like a girl." So much for not offending anybody.
After the village, we bought a bookshelf and some groceries. Oh, and ate at the "nice" restaurant on base, and I had the duck, which was a special for the day. At first it came quite raw, so I had to send it back, but once it got cooked it wasn't bad. Not wonderful, but okay. Tasted like steak.
This morning we went to church at the British A/G in Lakenheath. They had a guest speaker from northern regions. If we listened closely we could understand, but if we got distracted for a minute, several words passed before we could catch on again. Like getting in rhythm to jump into a moving jumprope. But it was pretty good, up until Riah fell asleep. This sounds like a good thing, but Riah sleeps hard. Too hard to wake up when he needs to pee. Or when he has. When church was over there was a damp spot on his chair, and a corresponding spot on his pants. We left as quickly as possible, considering that Bob, Naysha and I also had to use the restroom, and William had blown out his diaper and Ced fouled his. Way too much potty for one church service!
Home again now for a relaxing afternoon.
Okay.
Saturday the bases were having a "boot sale" - not the sale of footwear, but sales out of the "boot" or "trunk" or cars. We were hoping for good things, as military families who are moving tend to get rid of some terrific junk. I'm glad we've learned to be flexible. There were 6 or 8 sellers, and no one had anything larger than a microwave. But we got Ced a raincoat, and got a fan for the summer, which we are sure will come for at least a week or two. We also had grocery shopping to do, but we weren't quite ready to head home.
So we went out to the Anglo-Saxon village that we'd tried on Christmas break. They were open this time. It's a pretty neat place. There is a museum part, with lots of pottery and beads and stuff that has been dug from the area, and then there is the outside part - the village itself. They've re-built, on location, 5 or 6 buildings from Anglo-Saxon times. Each house (or hall) is done a little differently, as the whole thing is a bit trial and error. We were pretty much free to run in and around the buildings.
One building was being re-thatched by a man with shaggy, curly hair. Azariah, whose voice carries quite well, said, "Mama, what is that girl doing?" I quietly said, "I think it's a MAN." He responded at full volume, "It LOOKS like a girl." So much for not offending anybody.
After the village, we bought a bookshelf and some groceries. Oh, and ate at the "nice" restaurant on base, and I had the duck, which was a special for the day. At first it came quite raw, so I had to send it back, but once it got cooked it wasn't bad. Not wonderful, but okay. Tasted like steak.
This morning we went to church at the British A/G in Lakenheath. They had a guest speaker from northern regions. If we listened closely we could understand, but if we got distracted for a minute, several words passed before we could catch on again. Like getting in rhythm to jump into a moving jumprope. But it was pretty good, up until Riah fell asleep. This sounds like a good thing, but Riah sleeps hard. Too hard to wake up when he needs to pee. Or when he has. When church was over there was a damp spot on his chair, and a corresponding spot on his pants. We left as quickly as possible, considering that Bob, Naysha and I also had to use the restroom, and William had blown out his diaper and Ced fouled his. Way too much potty for one church service!
Home again now for a relaxing afternoon.
Friday, 25 January 2008
>Clever title goes here<
It's hard to be tired and wound up at the same time, but I do it a lot.
Yesterday I got the idea to start taking Ella with me to the bathroom. We haven't got one out of diapers before age 3 yet, so why not try something different? We have a little plastic toilet in there; may as well use it. So in one episode she learned the word "potty." Smart girl. Next time I took her she watched me wipe and said "stinky" - sorry! But she is happy to trot along with me, will flip open her lid and sit down (diaper still on, mind, I'm not crazy) beside me, chatting all the way. She'll get up and down and say "potty" and "stinky" and "hot" (about the towel warmer), and jabber about everything else in the world. But maybe she'll get an idea or two.
We are off desserts during the week now, and exercising. But Friday starts the weekend, so I made a chocolate chip pie. That thing took 2 hours to get done. I don't know what I did wrong, but the children had to go to bed without any because it was still very soupy then. It's good now....
Naysha decided to clean her room today, which I can't complain about, but the boys' chest is in the girls' room (movers got confused and we haven't bothered with it yet as it's all short sleeve stuff). She decided to clean it out. So when I went to put Cedwryck to bed tonight it was covered with a big pile of clothes. Sigh. Kid gloves on, as Naysha has been a little emotional lately. "Naysh, next time you want to start a big project, clear it with me first, okay? I sure am glad you wanted to clean your room; it looks good."
We have a "Hooked on Phonics" set that we'd bought at an auction a few years ago, and I've been going over it with Naysha and Riah for their schoolwork. Cedwryck asked me today if we could "play a card game." Kinda puzzled me, as he isn't really big enough for UNO, but he was wanting to do phonics. Memories being what they are, he may have it down before Naysha does. She's smart enough, but just doesn't pick up on things the same way as the others.
Anyway, not much going on today. Hopefully we will have fun tomorrow.
I got a few pictures yesterday, and Bob put some on Flickr. Tonight he took some of the children, too. But he did a google and found his pictures on a dozen different websites. I think they are all Flickr related sites, based on the tags, but it bothered him anyway. He made the pics private, but it didn't change anything, so he'll change it back again.
guess that's it.
Yesterday I got the idea to start taking Ella with me to the bathroom. We haven't got one out of diapers before age 3 yet, so why not try something different? We have a little plastic toilet in there; may as well use it. So in one episode she learned the word "potty." Smart girl. Next time I took her she watched me wipe and said "stinky" - sorry! But she is happy to trot along with me, will flip open her lid and sit down (diaper still on, mind, I'm not crazy) beside me, chatting all the way. She'll get up and down and say "potty" and "stinky" and "hot" (about the towel warmer), and jabber about everything else in the world. But maybe she'll get an idea or two.
We are off desserts during the week now, and exercising. But Friday starts the weekend, so I made a chocolate chip pie. That thing took 2 hours to get done. I don't know what I did wrong, but the children had to go to bed without any because it was still very soupy then. It's good now....
Naysha decided to clean her room today, which I can't complain about, but the boys' chest is in the girls' room (movers got confused and we haven't bothered with it yet as it's all short sleeve stuff). She decided to clean it out. So when I went to put Cedwryck to bed tonight it was covered with a big pile of clothes. Sigh. Kid gloves on, as Naysha has been a little emotional lately. "Naysh, next time you want to start a big project, clear it with me first, okay? I sure am glad you wanted to clean your room; it looks good."
We have a "Hooked on Phonics" set that we'd bought at an auction a few years ago, and I've been going over it with Naysha and Riah for their schoolwork. Cedwryck asked me today if we could "play a card game." Kinda puzzled me, as he isn't really big enough for UNO, but he was wanting to do phonics. Memories being what they are, he may have it down before Naysha does. She's smart enough, but just doesn't pick up on things the same way as the others.
Anyway, not much going on today. Hopefully we will have fun tomorrow.
I got a few pictures yesterday, and Bob put some on Flickr. Tonight he took some of the children, too. But he did a google and found his pictures on a dozen different websites. I think they are all Flickr related sites, based on the tags, but it bothered him anyway. He made the pics private, but it didn't change anything, so he'll change it back again.
guess that's it.
Thursday, 24 January 2008
Monday night Bob and I decided to make a schedule. I'm sure I've suggested it before, but Bob listened to this tape and it sounded right to him, so we are working on it. Basically we tried to right down what our day is "normally" like and make a few improvements. So Tuesday was the first day of following a schedule, and Boy! did it stink. I'm not a good leader, and so my children are not good followers. By 10:00 I was ready to shred the thing. Went to bed grumpy, woke up grumpy Wednesday.
Wednesday I said fooey on the schedule, and we had a good day. So it needs a little work.
Before we even got to England, I'd found out that one can get organic vegetables delivered to one's doorstep. Now that we have an address, I've been looking at the idea pretty hard. So a few days ago I ordered a box, and it came Tuesday. You'd think the children had never seen another person before. They jumped up and down and squealed the whole time the van was parked in our driveway. The delivery guy thought it was pretty funny to see children so excited about vegetables. I paid 20GBP for a box full of veg, a box of fruit, and a bag of garlic. (I checked later at the grocery store online, and it would cost over 30GBP for the same items from the store.) We got, in the fruit box, kiwis, bananas, apples, and oranges, and a mango. We like all of that. In the veg box I got a broccoli, a cauliflower, a Hispi cabbage (maybe - the description said it is pointed and mine wasn't), a bag of carrots, some sweet potatoes, a box of mushrooms, some chickpea sprouts, and 2 swedes.
I'd never heard of a swede before, but in looking up recipes I discovered that it is what we call rutabaga, or yellow turnip. I've never eaten such a thing before, as far as I know, and I'd never have bought it if I had a choice. But since we had it, I thought I'd give it a try. Found a simple recipe for Glazed Swede: cut into 3/4" cubes, boil 15 minutes, drain, add 1/4 c butter and 2 T brown sugar; stir to melt; sprinkle with nutmeg. Well, that was too much butter, but I really enjoyed it. Taryn thought it was like potato and didn't like it, Naysha wasn't crazy about it but ate her spoonful, the boys thought it was yucky. Bob ate 2 helpings. So I wonder if we never had it because it's expensive in the States, or Mom didn't like it for some reason.
I also would never buy mushrooms, because I don't like them, but Bob likes them, so I will cook some for him today.
All in all I like the "veg box scheme" and will probably sign up for a regular delivery.
Yesterday (Wednesday) I wanted to put some boxes in the garage, but couldn't find the key. Called Bob to see if he knew where it was (he didn't, but we figured it out later), and he was pretty abrupt on the phone - said they had a "situation." I wasn't worried because I knew if there was a security breach he'd tell me somehow. When he called at 4:30 saying he was still there and would be for awhile I knew it was a bad day in the fuel shop. Turns out someone lost a tool. Doesn't sound like a big deal, but when you think about it, it is. If the tool was left in the fuel tank or some engine compartment on the airplane, it could cause serious damage. So both planes they had worked on last night were grounded until they could find the tool, and a grounded aircraft looks bad on the whole base.
Long and short? Bob will probably be put in charge of the tool room. This is a job he's had off and on since he was a E-3, and as an E-6 he feels it should be someone else's job by now. But he'll do anything to not have another day like yesterday.
Oh, I forgot to mention Tuesday's crowning glory. Bob came home and said he had bad news. In a week or two he will be moving to mid-shift. I was mostly grateful he didn't say he was going to the desert (around here they call it "down range"), but still! How is that supposed to work? He'll get home about breakfast time, while William is still asleep in our room, wanting to go to bed. Then we have to stay quiet all day while he sleeps. Like that can happen. Plus, he is light-sensitive, and we aren't allowed to hang curtains without written permission from our landlady, besides that curtains that will actually block light are quite expensive. And, how an I supposed to clean house and put away clothes while he's asleep in my room? And, Ella takes naps in the crib after lunch. So we'll have to move it somewhere, but where? William still eats in the night, so I'll have to get up and dress to go wherever we put him to feed him. Still grateful, but the logistics gets me. Not to mention he's 3rd ranking in the shop and should have his choice of shifts. Not that I'm bitter.
Anyway, I'm sure I have work to do.
Oh! William rolled 360* yesterday. Back - front - back again. He also gets up on his elbows pretty good, and is trying to push with his toes already.
Wednesday I said fooey on the schedule, and we had a good day. So it needs a little work.
Before we even got to England, I'd found out that one can get organic vegetables delivered to one's doorstep. Now that we have an address, I've been looking at the idea pretty hard. So a few days ago I ordered a box, and it came Tuesday. You'd think the children had never seen another person before. They jumped up and down and squealed the whole time the van was parked in our driveway. The delivery guy thought it was pretty funny to see children so excited about vegetables. I paid 20GBP for a box full of veg, a box of fruit, and a bag of garlic. (I checked later at the grocery store online, and it would cost over 30GBP for the same items from the store.) We got, in the fruit box, kiwis, bananas, apples, and oranges, and a mango. We like all of that. In the veg box I got a broccoli, a cauliflower, a Hispi cabbage (maybe - the description said it is pointed and mine wasn't), a bag of carrots, some sweet potatoes, a box of mushrooms, some chickpea sprouts, and 2 swedes.
I'd never heard of a swede before, but in looking up recipes I discovered that it is what we call rutabaga, or yellow turnip. I've never eaten such a thing before, as far as I know, and I'd never have bought it if I had a choice. But since we had it, I thought I'd give it a try. Found a simple recipe for Glazed Swede: cut into 3/4" cubes, boil 15 minutes, drain, add 1/4 c butter and 2 T brown sugar; stir to melt; sprinkle with nutmeg. Well, that was too much butter, but I really enjoyed it. Taryn thought it was like potato and didn't like it, Naysha wasn't crazy about it but ate her spoonful, the boys thought it was yucky. Bob ate 2 helpings. So I wonder if we never had it because it's expensive in the States, or Mom didn't like it for some reason.
I also would never buy mushrooms, because I don't like them, but Bob likes them, so I will cook some for him today.
All in all I like the "veg box scheme" and will probably sign up for a regular delivery.
Yesterday (Wednesday) I wanted to put some boxes in the garage, but couldn't find the key. Called Bob to see if he knew where it was (he didn't, but we figured it out later), and he was pretty abrupt on the phone - said they had a "situation." I wasn't worried because I knew if there was a security breach he'd tell me somehow. When he called at 4:30 saying he was still there and would be for awhile I knew it was a bad day in the fuel shop. Turns out someone lost a tool. Doesn't sound like a big deal, but when you think about it, it is. If the tool was left in the fuel tank or some engine compartment on the airplane, it could cause serious damage. So both planes they had worked on last night were grounded until they could find the tool, and a grounded aircraft looks bad on the whole base.
Long and short? Bob will probably be put in charge of the tool room. This is a job he's had off and on since he was a E-3, and as an E-6 he feels it should be someone else's job by now. But he'll do anything to not have another day like yesterday.
Oh, I forgot to mention Tuesday's crowning glory. Bob came home and said he had bad news. In a week or two he will be moving to mid-shift. I was mostly grateful he didn't say he was going to the desert (around here they call it "down range"), but still! How is that supposed to work? He'll get home about breakfast time, while William is still asleep in our room, wanting to go to bed. Then we have to stay quiet all day while he sleeps. Like that can happen. Plus, he is light-sensitive, and we aren't allowed to hang curtains without written permission from our landlady, besides that curtains that will actually block light are quite expensive. And, how an I supposed to clean house and put away clothes while he's asleep in my room? And, Ella takes naps in the crib after lunch. So we'll have to move it somewhere, but where? William still eats in the night, so I'll have to get up and dress to go wherever we put him to feed him. Still grateful, but the logistics gets me. Not to mention he's 3rd ranking in the shop and should have his choice of shifts. Not that I'm bitter.
Anyway, I'm sure I have work to do.
Oh! William rolled 360* yesterday. Back - front - back again. He also gets up on his elbows pretty good, and is trying to push with his toes already.
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
So called holiday
Monday was a day off work, but not holy, so I hate to call it a holiday. Martin Luther King day, was it?
Our friends from Iceland (an American Airman and his Scottish wife) called us about 9am and said they would be on RAFMildenhall by 11:00. We were a bit excited to see them again. Excited to talk to anybody, really, but extra because they were old friends. We had a very nice lunch together, our children showing how much they can eat if they can.
Bob and I each had a sandwich and soda from Burger King. Cedwryck had a giant slice of pizza, an order of french fries, and a taco (something from each of the eateries), and still wanted more. Riah and the girls each had 3 tacos and a few of the fries.
They have two children, a 6 yr old girl, and a boy, 3. The boy announced right away, "I'm a robot!" so I tried to steer clear of him. My children told me later that he was also Superman, sometimes. The girl was deprived of oxygen during birth and has a little learning disability, but seems to be doing very well.
One or more of our children misunderstood their family name, so for future reference they shall be called "the Owls."
After lunch we shopped a bit and then stopped for dessert at Cinnabon. It smells good when they are baking, and we've heard good things about the company, but personally, we weren't impressed. Our sticks were cold and the taste just wasn't all that. Nothing like homemade. So now we know, and won't be tempted anymore.
Well, everyone is awake now. I hope I can catch up a bit more later.
Bob and I each had a sandwich and soda from Burger King. Cedwryck had a giant slice of pizza, an order of french fries, and a taco (something from each of the eateries), and still wanted more. Riah and the girls each had 3 tacos and a few of the fries.
They have two children, a 6 yr old girl, and a boy, 3. The boy announced right away, "I'm a robot!" so I tried to steer clear of him. My children told me later that he was also Superman, sometimes. The girl was deprived of oxygen during birth and has a little learning disability, but seems to be doing very well.
One or more of our children misunderstood their family name, so for future reference they shall be called "the Owls."
After lunch we shopped a bit and then stopped for dessert at Cinnabon. It smells good when they are baking, and we've heard good things about the company, but personally, we weren't impressed. Our sticks were cold and the taste just wasn't all that. Nothing like homemade. So now we know, and won't be tempted anymore.
Well, everyone is awake now. I hope I can catch up a bit more later.
Sunday, 20 January 2008
peace
I really feel a great deal of peace today. We've been going through the pains of waking up spiritually, after 2 weeks of no TV it's like the lights are coming on. But after some ...uh... conversations, things are starting to make sense again the last couple of days.
Saturday was Taryn's Princess Party. She made an invitation for the boys on Friday that was pretty cute, asking them to "dress as hansom as posible" and to be on good behavior since this is a princess party. So after breakfast I made the chili while the boys got dressed and headed out. They bought a tire for the van and tried to pay the phone bill and took some pictures. We cleaned the dining room, made strawberry cupcakes (from a mix), painted our nails with glitter polish, braided our hair, decorated the cupcakes with 10 kinds of sprinkles and 4 tubes of colored gel stuff from the store, changed clothes, set the table and made punch. It was fun, and I got to teach a little about being beautiful inside and out.
When the boys got back they came in and bowed to Taryn and handed her gifts. Bob had also bought flowers for us all. Then we had the most polite dinner ever. We all played at calling each other "sir" and "ma'am" and "lord" and "lady."
After lunch we went for a drive. First into Newmarket to pay the phone bill, then to Cambridge, to Waterbeach, and back through Newmarket to home. If it hadn't been raining the whole time it would have been a beautiful drive.
William is regularly rolling onto his stomach now, but hasn't yet gone from belly to back.
Today we couldn't quite decide where to go to church - we've seen a few online but they all have some reason why we shouldn't go. So we dug out a praise and worship tape from Cabot, Arkansas, and sang along. Then we listened to a tape from The Godly Home II set that we got from Charity. Good stuff.
This afternoon we will go to Lakenheath for milk and cereal.
Saturday was Taryn's Princess Party. She made an invitation for the boys on Friday that was pretty cute, asking them to "dress as hansom as posible" and to be on good behavior since this is a princess party. So after breakfast I made the chili while the boys got dressed and headed out. They bought a tire for the van and tried to pay the phone bill and took some pictures. We cleaned the dining room, made strawberry cupcakes (from a mix), painted our nails with glitter polish, braided our hair, decorated the cupcakes with 10 kinds of sprinkles and 4 tubes of colored gel stuff from the store, changed clothes, set the table and made punch. It was fun, and I got to teach a little about being beautiful inside and out.
When the boys got back they came in and bowed to Taryn and handed her gifts. Bob had also bought flowers for us all. Then we had the most polite dinner ever. We all played at calling each other "sir" and "ma'am" and "lord" and "lady."
After lunch we went for a drive. First into Newmarket to pay the phone bill, then to Cambridge, to Waterbeach, and back through Newmarket to home. If it hadn't been raining the whole time it would have been a beautiful drive.
William is regularly rolling onto his stomach now, but hasn't yet gone from belly to back.
Today we couldn't quite decide where to go to church - we've seen a few online but they all have some reason why we shouldn't go. So we dug out a praise and worship tape from Cabot, Arkansas, and sang along. Then we listened to a tape from The Godly Home II set that we got from Charity. Good stuff.
This afternoon we will go to Lakenheath for milk and cereal.
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