Monday, March 17, 2008

Puffs and other stuffs...

I guess there was some confusion about the previous post...my poem, that is. So, here it is: Puffs are star shaped,puffed rice morsels (like Rice Krispies). They are flavored with fruit and are nice and sweet.
M and S love puffs. They love the word "puff". They love the sound the container of puffs makes when I shake it. They hear the rustle from across the room and come "running" (crawling) just to get a puff. When they are hungry and fussy and I need just a minute to fix their meal, I sit them in their chairs and sprinkle a few puffs on the tray and POOF! - they are quiet, silently stuffing as many puffs in their mouths as they possibly can before they gag. Puffs are wonderful. They have a magical affect on my children and, apparently, a magical affect on me - inspiring me to pen a silly poem.

Smiggy walkin' in his daddy's shoes. They almost fit.

Spent a weekend in Red Lodge with the Moores, Kavanaghs and Oberlys. We rented a 4 bedroom house within walking distance of downtown. We ate well, laughed, played cards, soaked in the hot tub, fished, laughed, ate, shopped, laughed and ate. It wasn't restful, but it was a roaring good time and we're looking forward to doing it again.
Peter and Sam preparing Saturday morning breakfast...home-made biscuits and gravy!

Naomi and Sara reading the Bible over coffee...what good little Christian women :).

Sara and Mae-Mo reading a magazine.

Saturday night dinner and smiles all around.

We made Frogmore Stew. You boil potatoes, shrimp, corn, and sausage in one big pot and season everything with Old Bay Seasoning. Then you dump it all on the table and dip every bite in butter or cocktail sauce. It was good!

This is one of only a few pictures snapped of me during the weekend...and it's not so good. Matt's not lookin' too good either. Nevertheless, we have alcohol and we're having fun.

I don't know why his face looks like this but it's darn funny. This picture is to show you all the system we jimmy-rigged to keep Mason from sliding out of his high chair. His restraint relies on a system of carabiners, webbing, and a phone book.

It might look unsafe but we're pretty confident it is...unsafe.

2 comments:

Addie said...

Pretty awesome, all around. I really like Peter's apron.

Anonymous said...

I'm so bummed that you aren't in the picture at the dinner table! Could we super-impose you somehow? Also--I think that one picture of you was taken just after you "amazingly" blew out all those candles. One wouldn't have thought you could do that--but you did :)