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tomorrow night is our oldest son’s class fundraiser for the mission trip they hope to take next year.

i spent this afternoon helping some of his classmates make pizzas to sell at the concession stand, then took a peek while they practiced their class song (chris rice’s “go light your world”).

 

i told you NOT to take my picture...

that's a LOT of sauce

cheesey

rack 'em up

concessions

"cool"

the "set"

music practice

"back"stage

have you eveer gone on a mission trip?

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(an “old” friend from high school sent this to us this morning.)

after postponing twice due to illness and scheduling conflicts, little missy finally got to have her friends over for a belated birthday party.

 

giggly

 

do you think she thought it was worth the wait?

tisdagen–son vs. mom

i’m the meanest mom that ever lived. really. just ask my middle son.

 

the other day i had a weak moment and bought him one of those silly toys that all boys think they MUST have.

 

handcuffs

 

yes, handcuffs. they’re the dollar store variety. you know, the ones that include gratuitous keys, but can be released by just flicking a little latch on the side. (a friend of his recently got some “real” ones for his birthday from an uncle who’s in law enforcement. fortunately, his mom had the sense to take one of the keys right away, just in case…)

 

even though the set my son got was rather benign, i began giving him a list of restrictions for their use:

  • no using them on your younger siblings
  • no using them on your older siblings
  • no using them on your parents
  • no using them on the cat
  • no using them to freak out any of your friends
  • no using them around mom
  • no using them when mom’s not around
  • no using them to have fun in any way
  • no using them
  • just “no”

 

can you tell i was having major regrets about buying them?

 

to give you a little perspective, it might help to know that mr. middle son is an expert at technicalities and pushing me right to the limit without actually disobeying the letter of the law. we hope he grows up to be a lawyer someday, might as well put those qualities to some sort of use.

 

perhaps this story told by steve chapman will illustrate my fears. steve discovered one day that all of their basement windows were broken out. curious about what happened and why, he questioned his young son, who readily admitted to having done the dastardly deed. the young son didn’t seem to see anything wrong with his actions because, after all, he’d never been told that he wasn’t allowed to break the basement windows out. steve said that he spent the rest of the evening trying to think of all the things he needed to tell his son that he wasn’t allowed to do.

 

my middle son is his twin. i swear.

 

the very same day that dear son got  his handcuffs and the lengthy list of restrictions, he found a loophole. i forgot to tell him that he couldn’t handcuff himself to table legs. really, i did forget that one.

 

neverthless, one would think that a child with his (incredibly high) IQ could figure that one out on his own, so i happily confiscated them. did i say happily? yes, happily.

 

he has been asking for them back ever since. he has searched almost everywhere (too bad that same effort can’t be spent on missing socks!) and even resorted to begging and pleading. all to no avail.

 

yesterday afternoon he even tried this:

 

pleading letter

 

 

this morning i once again caved.

 

happy son!

 

then i noticed what his shirt said.

 

how troubling...

 

 

oh no! i’d better go check on the girls. QUICK!

what have i done?

we just sort of came up with this recipe by accident, and it turned out to be sooooooo yummy!

 

blueberry tart

 

 

Blueberry Tart

Crust:

1 3/4 c. flour

1/3 c. sugar

1 T. baking powder

1 t. salt

Mix dry ingredients, then add:

3/4 c. milk

1/4 c. oil

1 egg, beaten

1 t. vanilla

 

Stir together until moistened. Pour into a greased and floured tart or flan pan. Bake at 400* for 30 minutes. Let sit for 5 minutes, then invert onto a plate and allow to cool.

 

Cream Topping:

8 oz. cream cheese

1/4 c. sugar

1 T. lemon juice

Cream together, then stir in:

1 c. whipped cream

 

Spread cream topping on the cooled tart. 

Top with 1-2 c. fresh fruit.

Drizzle 1/4 c. melted peach (or other flavor of your choice)  jam on top.

 

what kind of fruit and jam would you use?

be nice to him, he gave…

our “big guy” came home from school the other day asking if we’d give permission for him to donate blood when the red cross bloodmobile came.

duh, of course!

over 20 years ago my mother was a red cross nurse, and i remember how anxious i was to donate for the first time.

 

he did it!

 

red-cross-sticker

 

do you give the gift of life?

did you ever think about all the different messages of love we encounter on valentine’s day?

 

candy messages

some come on candy hearts.

 

 

 

kids love

precious little people leave them on your computer screen.

 

 

 

 

literary love

countless authors have published theirs.

 

 

 

card love

hallmark prints them in metallic script.

 

 

 

whispered love

but the really special ones are whispered!

 

what is your favorite love message?