What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Goodbye February.

While the forts and playscapes get more and more awesome the older they get- once they are made- no one ever wants to take them down!  I wind up having billions of little pieces laying on the floor all day waiting for 1) the toddler to scatter them to the four winds throughout the day and 2) for me to step on the hardest, pointiest ones when I least expect it.  How many more months before the children can be sent OUTSIDE to make their messes?  

While I do the responsible thing, using up the older milk and making mozzerella...

THEY make homemade marshmallows.  

(Similar technique, very different outcome.)

Little girls in Mama's heels.  Enough said.

Papa works really hard during the week and then on the weekend has a million things he needs to get done too...most of which happen outside.  The children have discovered that if buried under children, he stays put for a while.

(Smart children.)

And there he is now... with his characteristic ear twiddling. 

Whenever he does it to me, I start to channel a dog getting itched in that particular spot where they can't stop jerking their one leg.   Matt's ear twiddling has that effect on me.  Ineke plays it off all cool though.

Ah, what a lovely moment of two brothers embracing.  What sweet and loving boys and what a wonderful bond brother have...

Oh wait.  

They are just trying to block the wind as they light up their homemade smoke bomb.

Ah, homeschooling bomb-making science projects... nothing better for forming brotherly bonds.

Cream puffs.  Do cream puffs ever need explanation?  

In which Ineke gets a new coat from Grandma:

I plunk her down to take a picture for a thank you note...

and then can't stop

taking pictures of her.

My little Jay Leno baby.

For Valentine's Day I made everyone homemade peanut butter treats in the wee small hours of the morning.

They also got my leg twitching.

And my Valentine turned another year older and I wondered, as I often do, how I managed to snag such a hard-working, kind, intelligent and handsome man.

And how these fifteen years of his being mine has felt like approximately 15 minutes.

And last but not least... 

The moment your two year old comes in the room looking like this and you wonder.... 

Is it poop or is it chocolate?

It can go either way.


Turns out it was chocolate ganache.  

An entire bowl of leftover cream puff ganache- but still... 
just ganache.



Psalms w guitar said...

You guys are making lots of great memories! Love Joneses

Abigail said...

Oh, man, I just love Ineke's coy, turned-in feet in that picture with the new coat. She is irresistible.

In the last month, we've had cream puffs and peanut butter candies, too! There's got to be a less sticky way to survive until May...

Abigail said...

Jay Leno she is not.
No, no, NO.