Brilliance shows itself in many forms.
I know I promised a post about the Holocaust survivor, but I had to share this video of my 11yr old genius first.
She is teaching herself to play from books.
And right this minute she is at a lecture by that Holocaust survivor I mentioned earlier.
*Sigh* Who gave her permission to grow up?
P.S. That free piano was the best money I never spent! (I LOVE freecycle.)
I can't resist the chance to blog about this woman.
She is a holocaust survivor who was days away from extermination along with her family.
Her mother is still alive at 101 years old and lives in NY.
Even with a sporadic workout schedule, I was down to a 10 minute mile when non-stop sickness hit.
Every week, something new hit. Now, after a month with no workout, I'm back to this. :-(
I'm working on it, and I'll keep you posted.
I did a little stamping myself. It's always fun to let kids know what a great job I think they are doing.
Mix together, knead, roll out, coat lightly with flour, and run through the pasta cutter.
Add to already boiling pot of chicken pieces and broth. (As long as it's already boiling the noodles won't clump together.)
Boil them covered to cook them, and uncovered to let it thicken up.
I multiply by three to get enough for dinner for 6 and usually some leftovers for lunch the next day.
A pot of mashed potatoes makes these perfect!
Hope your Sunday is warm and sunny!
The old ones are a size 1, so we went for size 2. They didn't even come close to going on his feet.
There is nothing that makes you feel more like a great mom than realizing that your son has been walking around in shoes 2 sizes two small!
Poor, deprived baby.
I took the video because telling her story on camera always dries up the tears.
You can see how heartbroken she is about her brother getting the last piece of pizza when she forgets she's on camera and starts watching TV!
This is me.
I manged to pick up a baby, but it struggled and I fell... right on my butt.
Thankfully I missed the lamb poop.
Photo courtesy of my 11yr-old genius.
Finding something edible becomes like playing "Where's Waldo" at breakfast.
She is a realtor.
She is also a respiratory therapist.
While those may seem like two very different careers, I figure it is best to work with a realtor who is able to give you CPR should the 'sticker shock' hit you while you are shopping for a new home.
I know. I can't believe it either.
I feel a little sick.
In case you aren't sure what I'm refering you to, let me point out that Saturday will be March 28th.
There is a seventy percent of snow. Not flurries. 3-6 inches.
Pardon me while I go cry.
I keep this snow globe sitting out because my kids gave it to me for Christmas.
The sticker on the bottom says it plays 'Bells'. These are the scariest bells I've ever heard! I think it sounds like the opening to a horror movie. P.S. I don't watch horror flicks.
Not getting rid of it anyway. It is growing on me I think.
I fully intend to creep out my grandkids with it someday. -A long, long, time from now!-
I've never seen so many strange names in one classroom.
Chi
Armani
Camden
Jenilee
Evander
Matayo
Hahlay
Tayshawn
Jocelyn -I actually like that one a lot-
and Ontario.
The day is almost over!
I look at this kind of work and, while I'm happy to be a grown-up, I can't help but smile about the days when a paper like this was my biggest worry.
There is none in this pic, but it is just starting to rumble...
