It's Over

The last flower has faded.  It's over.

I know.  Sad, isn't it?

Knots

Anya gave me her baby so I could untie the ribbon knotted around its waist, and said:

"Mommy, do you know why I can't untie some knots?  I can untie easy knots, but if I try to untie hard ones, my tummy hurts.  That's why I can't untie this knot.  It's a hard one, and I don't want my tummy to hurt."

Ah.  I see.

Choose An Activity!

Isaak wondered, "What should I do next with Anya's computer?"

The computer told him, "Choose an activity!"

"Oh!" Isaak echoed, "Choose an activity!"

It Still Ain't Over...

Happy Two-Sundays-after-Mother's-Day!

I know.  Sad, isn't it?

But it still "ain't over" until the last flower fades!

(Because I still say so, and I'm still the Mom!)

Unspeakably Cute

Excuses

One morning when I told the kids to come downstairs for breakfast, Isaak didn't come.

I called him again.  He babbled a long reply, and still didn't come.

So I went up to check on him.

He was determined to finish that puzzle before he came down for breakfast.

And he did!

Of Vegetables and Kids

Our commissary has two sizes of bags in the produce section.  There are the normal, kinda flimsy bags that most grocery stores have, and there are some really big, strong bags that can be used for the bigger vegetables, like heads of lettuce, piles of spinach, bundles of kale or chard...even stalks of rhubarb can stand up in those bags!  For most of our produce, we use the little, flimsy bags, but I like the big ones for things like bananas, corn, and broccoli.  

Today, while I was picking through the asparagus, I let Jaela and Macey fill one of those small bags half-way full of green beans.  They did a good job, so when they asked if they could get some broccoli too, I said yes.  While I waited, I busied myself with checking my list, making sure Isaak was sitting down, and preventing Anya from squishing the grapes.  

Until I heard the older couple next to me chuckling.  "You don't see that every day!", the man said to his wife.

THAT would be my two very busy 7-year-old daughters, filling one of those really, big, strong plastic produce bags to the very top with broccoli.  I made them put half of it back.  "But, Mom!", they protested loudly, "We LIKE broccoli!"

The older couple laughed out loud.  

I guess they couldn't help it.  :)