Yesterday, I took the kids (IJ, S, and E) to a local nursing home for a Cub Scout field trip. They sang a few Christmas carols and decorated their Christmas tree with ornaments made by the pack. While there, IJ struck up a conversation with one of the residents, who was an older lady in a wheel chair.
IJ: Do you ever have any fun here? Do you play games?
Lady: Oh, we play checkers and dominoes...
IJ: Do you ever play dodgeball?
S: How old ARE you?
And then after Taekwondo, we went to the grocery store. On the way out we passed by the Christmas trees for sale. I said, "Oh, don't the Christmas trees smell good?" to which S said, very loudly (does he have another volume?), "All I smell is TREE BLOOD!"
And this is a cute picture of F eating baby food (wearing a handknit bib and a homemade purple polkadot diaper!). She will not eat it from a spoon, so I won't let her have it very often. Only when I have time to give her (and the table) a bath. But she does look cute picking up a whole handful of cereal and stuffing it in her mouth! With her being the fourth/sixth baby, we don't follow food introduction rules. Yesterday she ate cabbage pieces and noodles with barbeque sauce for dinner. (IJ, S, and E each ate a whole raw cabbage leaf. And loved it. My kids are so weird.) I am so glad this is M's slow time. He has been doing a lot of this lately. The girls love him so much. Even F (the traitor!) prefers Daddy when nap time comes. Last night when Daddy said, "No!" too loudly, E cried and cried! Why doesn't she do that for me?
AND... guess who FINALLY got her DRIVER'S LICENSE?