FHE with Jan, George, and the Marshalls

I didn’t blog last night because I fell into bed at 9:30pm. I was tired.

Even though I gave this girls the week off, Lydia and I still did an hour and a half of music. I folded six loads of laundry and baked rolls and cookies. Oh! And Abe and I ran in the rain, which was soooo fun.

We had dinner in the evening with the Marshalls and Jan and George. Chelsea made the most delicious soup and we all had a grand time.

After dinner Chelsea told a Bible story, and then we sang Over the River and through the Woods while Jan showed us the pictures. She ended up reading most of the book to us because we all only knew the first verse.

After that we listened to Native American pan flutes and helped each child do some straw weaving. I felt like it was a success.

Abe’s phone with pictures of us weaving is at work. But I have pictures from earlier in the day as follows:

I spotted Mary falling asleep on Lydia and grabbed my phone camera. Lydia thought it was funny until after I took the picture. Then this scene dissolved into a whiny, "Maaaaryyyy, get off!!!" ...Mary thinks it's hilarious when she annoys Lydia, so of course she stayed on. Luckily I was saved by the coming of the garbage truck. Explanation to follow in subsequent caption.

I spotted Mary falling asleep on Lydia and grabbed my phone camera. Lydia thought it was funny until after I took the picture. Then this scene dissolved into a whiny, “Maaaaryyyy, get off!!!” …Mary thinks it’s hilarious when she annoys Lydia, so of course she stayed on.

My dad taught me to love garbage trucks. When we lived in Rome, he always made a big deal about watching the garbage trucks come around, and we would cheer them on from the window. My kids are equally fascinated with this event.

My dad taught me to love garbage trucks. When we lived in Rome, he always made a big deal about watching the garbage trucks come around, and we would cheer them on from the window. My kids are equally fascinated with this event.

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