Since I publish the Snapshots posts early in the morning, I didn't have any photos from Mother's Day last Sunday.
It was very low-key, which is how I prefer my days to be. I didn't do any dishes or feed any children. That counts as a holiday for me.
In the afternoon, we had a little cheese party with the Brie and Parmesan left by my parents.
I put out the Brie first. I wasn't sure anyone but A. would eat it.
But then everyone tried it . . .
And it was gone within five minutes. So then I put out some Parmesan.
That disappeared even faster.
Buncha Cheeseheads in this house, for sure. Must be my dad the Wisconsin native's genetics.
Incidentally, do you like the fancy cheese plate? That's actually one of the saucers from my grandmother's china. My sister has the whole set, but never used the tea cups and saucers, so she asked if I would like them.
We do like our tea parties here, so now I have twelve fancy tea cups and saucers for our next party. And in the meantime, the saucers make lovely little plates for special-occasion cheese.
A. took the children on a horse ride on Mother's Day, and one of the children came running back to the house with a bunch of wildflowers for me that he found in the pastures.
Superior to Teleflora in every way.
And some slightly more recent photos . . .
One of the children got a giant plastic Slinky in his end-of-year classroom auction. This was so coveted by another child that she used some of her Christmas Amazon gift card to buy her own.
Slinkys (Slinkies?), of course, function best on stairs. Our house doesn't have more than two steps in any place. Nothing daunted, my children proceeded to set up their own Slinky steps.
Top bunk to Lincoln Log tin to drum to chair to step stool to floor.
We have spent a lot of time untangling the Slinkys (Slinkies?), but that's par for the course for this particular toy.
Our second-to-last day of school on Wednesday was our annual Field Day, with many track events. This includes a color run:
The elementary kids run and the middle/high school kids throw the color. I ran with a little four-year-old who honest-to-goodness ran an entire 3/4 of a mile around the track. Good thing I run regularly myself now, or I would never have been able to keep up with her.
This year there was also a kite-flying contest.
We live in the perfect place for flying kites.
The last day of school includes an awards assembly, at which all my children got honor roll awards and other recognition. There is also always a staff vs. students basketball game, in which my oldest two boys played. I didn't get any photos of any of this, however, because the construction at our school means we have to do everything in the old gym, which has these really odd lights that make any photos look entirely green.
In real life it looks okay, but any photos look like they were taken under the sea or during an alien invasion. So weird.
Anyway.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
Yum, Brie! I suspect that all will develop a taste for it eventually! Enjoy the summer free from, at least, school work. Mary in MN
ReplyDeleteYay for the last day of school! We have 2 more weeks…Although my 6 year old is on day 8 of a fever and cough….I am beginning to wonder if the human heating pad will be going back. ��♀️
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Mary in MN: They did all love it, which surprised me. I'm the only one who doesn't. :-)
ReplyDeleteAndra: Eight days? Yikes. That's rough. I hope you see improvement soon.
Kite flying...my favorite sport!
ReplyDeleteThe first time I had Brie, I was 19 and working in the wig department of a theater company. They threw a huge fundraising soirĂ©e that the cast and crew got to attend. It was by far the fanciest event I ever had attended. There were what seemed like acres of fancy food arrayed on tables. I took what I thought was a small wedge of cheesecake from a large round cheesecake, ignoring the shocked looks of those around me. I sat down and took a bite. “This is the worst cheesecake I’ve ever had! It tastes like paint!” I said to my friend sitting next to me. She was doubled over laughing. “That’s Brie, you’re not supposed to just take a bite out of the rind like that.”
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Taryb: That's funny, but I can only imagine the extreme disappointment of looking forward to a piece of cheesecake and instead experiencing . . . Brie. But then, I don't really like Brie. :-)
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