Wednesdays Eats

MaryVance made breakfast. Cinnamon sugar breakfast cake and eggs, just imagine there are eggs there! LOL
And for lunch... Sam was our chef. He made homemade buns.

Aren't they pretty?

While the buns were rising he made Broccoli Salad.

mmmm....

And here are the Sloppy Joes!

The Finished Lunch

And on the menu for supper? Molly's making lasagna, homemade bread and salad (I think... hoping we have salad greens!) Stay tuned...

So I had this bright idea last week...

when I was working on our menu for the next two weeks. Caleb and Molly (mostly Molly) have been making breakfasts for a long time. A few weeks ago I gave Luke and MaryVance each a day to make breakfast.

I decided that Caleb, Molly and Sam would get to make lunch M-S. Wasn't that sweet of me! And they each have one night a week to make supper. I'm so self-sacrificing, really. It's true.

Really. My intentions are good. I want them to have more experience in the kitchen. I love to cook and I want to share that with them. It's been a lot of fun. They made their own menus and everything!

I didn't think of this until a little while ago but I should have been blogging our cooking week. So I am starting today. Following this post I will begin blogging my children's daily fun in the kitchen.

Sam is making homemade buns for lunch. Yes, that's a teaser... stay tuned!

35 More Days....

Nehemiah's haircut... before and after...

Before,
Almost done,
And done! :-)

Today's sewing

I started this a long time ago... -blush- It's a baby gift and baby is due any day now. The new daddy loves airplanes and I looked and looked to find a knit with airplanes. Today I just had to do all the coverstitching (hemming and waistband).Then I cut out this adorable John-John for Nehemiah. It's all done except for hemming and the snaps in the crotch and shoulders. I have one cut out for Joseph too only his has two pockets on the sides. And I'll make MaryVance a peasant dress to match!

My friend Traci asked me if she could come over later this week so I could teach her to make a pillowcase dress. Nevermind I have never made one. So I made one today to practice. Can't teach what you don't know... LOL

That one is for Ruby. I had so much fun I made another one from fabric and cut it as an Aline. It's about a 6/8 (depending if it's a dress or a top) and it's for sale! LOL

Fun fun sewing day. Nevermind that I didn't even start what I was Supposed to be sewing. Oh well... tomorrow is a new day!

Welcome to Holland

A beautiful story I wanted to share...

Welcome to Holland
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this…

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michelangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!" you say. "What do you mean, Holland?" I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy.
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to some horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy a new guidebook. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

The pain of that will never, ever, go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.

But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.
Written by Emily Perl Kingsley

Nehemiah is Nine Months Old

Where oh where has the time gone? Joseph will be three tomorrow. He was a "great big fire fighter twuck" Yep.

Stay tuned tomorrow for pictures.

I had coffee today. :)