And the week before

Here we are, the week before the Norwegian pancake incident.

I want to state right here and now that I am not a field trip person - but I LOVE field trips. The main reason is that I am afraid I will lose a child. Or one of them will be so naughty and I will go off on them in public and my friends will commit me to The Oaks *the equivalent of Graystone*. But I am getting braver. And for the record, our children behave great! We went ice skating with our homeschool group for Valentines day(pictures in next post if I am not too lazy to post them.) and so the children wanted to go again, saved their allowance money amd went with their friends. Oh! There is one other reason that I am apprehensive about going on field trips with my children. Because I am the only mom who thinks it's funny when my children's coordinations skills wreak havoc. Case in point: Kristine decided she wanted to skate without the sled to help her so ALL the big kids taught her. No one thought to tell her to stop at the wall BEFORE she came off the ice and then simply step off. Nooooooo... she was coming toward the door to the ice rink full speed ahead because she wanted to tell me she could skate unassisted. She hit the dry ground, flew through the air and smashed into the wall head first. I was in the snack bar, or as I call it the SMASH bar, watching the whole thing. I was right across from the door to the rink on a stool with a big window to watch it all. Did I run out to see if she was okay? No! I was laughing! She was so funny!!! All her siblings amd their friends were grabbing her amd helping her up and she had a huge smile on her face. She may have seen stars ands birds. I went out to check on her and thankfully she was fine. She did have her helmet on. Now I see why they wear them. We never did when we were kids. Of course there were also no SMASH bars to smash into.

See the pretty blue Porsche? That is not ours. But I did send a picture to Mr. Handsome so he could see how he is supporting our dentist. Yes, that is HIS car and I think he lives 45 minutes away on purpose, just so he can put that car through its paces.

Again another sleeping incident. This time no benadryl was involved. Only school. I left the room for a short period, came back, and this is what I found.

We celebrated our pastors' birthday with our church. We have two very talented cake decorators in our church so they each made him a cake. The Yankees cake was made by my best friend whose cakes I am partial to. And our pastor is a fan of the Yankees and NC State. Mr. Handsome went to NC State and for some reason he refers to them in the third person plural, which all gold southerners do when referring to their favorite college team, whether its Duke, Wake Forest, or Carolina. I cant understand how a 40-something person can use 'we' and 'our' and 'us' when referring to them.

My January mystery quilt block of the month. I do not like chevron. Anymore. I used to like it until I made this block. 144 pieces of fabric sewn together. Bleh.....

Maddie is pinning the nose on the clown at our AWANA birthday bash.