Thanksgiving crafts

Lapbooking is all the rage here! We did some cool math centers a couple of weeks ago (I'll post about them later) and recently we've been working on our Thanksgiving lapbooks. I pretty much just copied what 1+1+1=1 did. The boys love going back and looking at all they put into their books.

An invitation

There has been a lot going on that I've wanted to post about but the hours just seem to slip away. Anyone else feel like they are barely keeping their necks above water?

I just received a very important invitation. At breakfast Agent H declared he wants to be a knight when he grows up (not the first time) and then he asked what I want to be when I grow up. (I'm not sure if that's good the he thinks I haven't grown up yet or not.) I said I'll probably stick to being a momma and their teacher for awhile. He said "Well if you want, maybe you could be the princess in my castle." Sigh . . . that sounds wonderful.

Stinky and crunchy

Ebug commented to me "Something's stinky!" in his little 2 and a half year old voice. "Could it be your diaper?" I questioned. After a pause he pointed to his nose and said "Nope, it's the boogers."

Can you handle some bathroom talk? After Ebug deposited some business into this diaper he came to me to say " I have crunchies in my diaper." Nice. I know that in the past I've posted about potty training but have I mentioned lately that we're STILL doing it?

Our first snow fall

Agent H and Ebug are at the table warming up from their early morning play in our first snow. Hot cocoa and fresh apple cinnamon muffins do wonders to help with that. I've served myself some Throat Coat tea that magically transforms my scratchy throat into something much more tolerable.

What only hours ago was a peaceful landscape of white is now a maze of boot tracks and playful caos.

We get what we ask for

I've removed my McCain/Palin sign. Sigh. . . My good friend MT noticed my lack in posting lately and remarked that I must be in political mourning. It's true. I think I'm in a denial phase. I recall A Prairie Home Companion's Garrison Keillor remarking after our election four years ago that he wanted to just roll into the fetal position and stay there for the next four years. Well that's how I feel this time around. I'm trying not to bite my nails to the quick and fight the urge to go buy huge surpluses of food/supplies to be prepared "just-in-case".

The mantra among like-minded folks that I meet with these days: Of course God is still in control, but we get what we ask for.

Library Redemption

Blue Train, Green Train. I had a visual memory of Ebug reaching up to slide the book into the library book drop but I guess that doesn't help much when the library says they have no record of you returning the book so they charge you $17.99 for it. (yes it's a run-on) Even after I asked them to double check, they said it wasn't there. Then about 3 months later I got a check in the mail for my 17.99, the book had been found and I was redeemed. Sigh. . . it so good to know that I'm not completely loosing it.

Agent H humor & politics

"We're like a family of chickens, only we're not chickens!" yes Agent H said that.

As I was eyeing a nice sensible BROWN leather ottoman that was on clearance at Target, Agent H was eyeing the bright RED ottoman across the aisle and he said to me "Sometimes its good to shake things up Mom."

This conversation was relayed to me by Ga. She and Agent H were out and about and he had a conversation that went something like this with a store employee.

Store Employee: Are you in kindergarten?
Agent H: Yes, homeschool kindergarten.
Store Employee: Ahhh okay.
Agent H: And we don't want the brown guy to be president because he doesn't like homeschool.

Hmmm . . . explanation. Earlier I had been reading to him a story about good sportsmanship that focused on the abuse that Jackie Robinson endured as the first professional colored baseball player. Then to explain how things have changed for the better, I explained that a black gentleman is running in the presidential election. He thought that was cool and that we should vote for him. I explained that it is cool but that we disagree with him on a lot of issues (including that he doesn't want us to be able to homeschool) so we would be voting for someone else. So, now he tells everyone just that. I guess we don't need a sign in our yard, he's telling everyone for us.

Happy All Saints

This was before they realized it was "gooey and gross" inside the pumpkins. Then they begged the job off on to me. Wimps!







I could have chosen the picture where they were nicely posed beside LE but let's face it, this one is just funnier!






After an hour of trick or treating we went to a nearby church for a party and a magic show. Our army guy is a bit spent and the little pirate snuck in one last lollypop before crashing into bed.





I leave you with a little of EH's handiwork.