I can't really say "Our Week" these days, as it's been 10 days since my last post. Everything feels out of routine lately. Also, no pinnable image, as I decided it was more important to just get it posted than to have to do One More Thing.
Remember last post's strange frozen experiment?
That turned into racing the ice forms across the kitchen floor. I didn't realize that she'd drawn skaters on the sticks before freezing them.
And if you remember the costume in progress last week, here's the finished version, complete with crown and scroll. I should have gotten a better picture of the scroll. It's an 11x17" sheet of parchment colored construction paper from our people colors pack, with dowels taped on each end. Katie wrote Psalm 100 on it.
Jack played Jacob Marley in A Christmas Carol. Generally, I'm not a fan of school productions, but this one was not horrible. (Just to be clear, it wasn't great, either.)
Katie played Grave Digger Two. I'm reminded of the line in the movie Love Actually, "There was more than one lobster at the birth of Christ?" Also, Grave Digger is the name of a monster truck we saw at the fair when the big kids were little, so that made for an interesting mental picture when she hopped in the car after school and said, "I'm going to be a Grave Digger in the play!"
Posed picture after the show, since my shots of the stage weren't great.
Once upon a time, Jack (when he still went by Furby) asked me, "Mom? How many mythical creatures can you name?" I started off, "Unicorn, gryphon, children who listen, pegas--" and he interrupted me with, "Gryphons aren't mythical!" It was a hilarious little moment, which I was reminded of when Josiah got his gryphon tattoo. So when I saw these cookies, I thought to myself, "They need a Children Who Listen cookie in that assortment."
On a related note, we have a garland up at home (left over from the ones I framed the bulletin board with) and I found sparkling garland bits in a pile of cat gack. :sigh:
I believe that's an ejection seat from an F-15. But more importantly, it's the first picture I've seen of Bubba in months.
There was an unfortunate axe murder at the front door of the cabin, but we managed to cover up most of the evidence.
And I'm going to stop there. Because this is getting really picture heavy! Merry Christmas to all, and to all a quiet, "It's almost over and we can go back to normal soon."
