Tuesday musings
The beauty of making your own jelly is that, after juicing the fruit, you can freeze any extra juice to make more jelly later. This is what Brandon's mom and I did last summer - made four batches and then froze juice for five more. Ahh, wintertime grape jelly. The pop of a sealed mason jar lid is an intoxicating sound.
My Trey made the paper. Yes he did. And willingly posed in a photo with - gasp! - other kids. Why was he in the paper? For winning the spelling bee, of course. So proud of this guy.
Aden's in a little funk, having some sort of fever, stomach pain, occasional vomit, stuffy nose, lethargic sickness for the last few days. Praying our little bulldozer feels better soon, all the while incredibly thankful for the relative health we have all been enjoying so far this year.
The weather dudes are at it again. Here you go:
See the purple? We're sort of in the middle of it. Yeah. Everybody around these parts is all in a tizzy, rushing to the grocery store to get their milk and bread. And while I did go get groceries (out of necessity) over lunchtime yesterday, I'm not setting up the board games quite yet. We'll just have to see. Those weathermen have burned us before.
Though I must say I'm glad there is a big container of vegetable soup in the freezer. You know, just in case.
I have been place in charge of a Twitter account for our church's Easter drama, The Cry of Christ. Me, social media shunner with a decrepit phone. When I did actually get bold enough to try and tweet a photo from rehearsal last Sunday, my phone wouldn't let me do it. Nice.
Did manage to get just a text tweet in today. Gotta figure out those photos though. Or find a phone that actually does what a phone is supposed to do. Which would be the first time I would ever have had such a thing.
Did the pull-up in the washing machine thing again. Yeah. Called myself some names and screamed at the vacuum cleaner. Just keeping it real, y'all.
Well, it's haircut night. And breakfast for dinner night. And one of those nights where Trey will insist that we check the school closing list every ninety seconds either until the announcement comes or we all fall asleep. We live it up around here.
My Trey made the paper. Yes he did. And willingly posed in a photo with - gasp! - other kids. Why was he in the paper? For winning the spelling bee, of course. So proud of this guy.
Aden's in a little funk, having some sort of fever, stomach pain, occasional vomit, stuffy nose, lethargic sickness for the last few days. Praying our little bulldozer feels better soon, all the while incredibly thankful for the relative health we have all been enjoying so far this year.
The weather dudes are at it again. Here you go:
See the purple? We're sort of in the middle of it. Yeah. Everybody around these parts is all in a tizzy, rushing to the grocery store to get their milk and bread. And while I did go get groceries (out of necessity) over lunchtime yesterday, I'm not setting up the board games quite yet. We'll just have to see. Those weathermen have burned us before.
Though I must say I'm glad there is a big container of vegetable soup in the freezer. You know, just in case.
I have been place in charge of a Twitter account for our church's Easter drama, The Cry of Christ. Me, social media shunner with a decrepit phone. When I did actually get bold enough to try and tweet a photo from rehearsal last Sunday, my phone wouldn't let me do it. Nice.
Did manage to get just a text tweet in today. Gotta figure out those photos though. Or find a phone that actually does what a phone is supposed to do. Which would be the first time I would ever have had such a thing.
Did the pull-up in the washing machine thing again. Yeah. Called myself some names and screamed at the vacuum cleaner. Just keeping it real, y'all.
Well, it's haircut night. And breakfast for dinner night. And one of those nights where Trey will insist that we check the school closing list every ninety seconds either until the announcement comes or we all fall asleep. We live it up around here.
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