Gratitude #3

I'm grateful for my kids.

My kids are pretty hilarious. Humor is kind of a source of pride for the Beck family, so it makes me happy when my kids are funny. Some of the humor is inadvertent though.

For example, we live in a new development, so a couple of new families move in every month. We try to take a treat to any newcomers. This past Saturday, Harris insisted on carrying the chocolate cookie pie across the street and two houses down, and I was nervous. Not even nervous really, because that would imply uncertainty about the outcome of this event. Let's just say that there is a rule that you can only give Harris about 1 centimeter of water in his cup at a time because he is the SpillMaster. We walked slowly all of the way to the new house, and I was pleasantly surprised with how well he was doing. And then, right as we knocked on the door, Harris dropped the cookie pie facedown on the neighbor's porch.

Luckily, we had a lid on it, so the worst damage was that it was ugly and a few crumbs spilled. The new neighbor was delightful, and we laughed and laughed.

A few weeks ago, I took my kids to a Mennonite dairy and petting zoo. We paid for animal feed, which was put in an ice cream cone so the kids didn't have to get their hands bitten off. Gwen cried when the goats bit into her cone and then she asked me if she could "still" eat it. Still? Was it ever the plan to eat an ice cream cone a goat had been licking?

Luckily, Gwen had checked out a Princess Cookbook from the library, and there was a recipe for unicorn horns made from ice cream cones. I was rolling my eyes in a major way when she held up the pink sparkly cookbook, but it ended up having some easy-ish stuff we could do to keep ourselves entertained.

That's leftover chocolate on her face.

The "unicorn horn" recipe was simply dipping the waffle cone in melted almond bark and rolling in sprinkles. My kind of recipe.

June made me laugh today because we were reading about the Mongols for school, and she was super freaked out about the detail that they would drink horse blood to stave off hunger and then felt like she couldn't complete her assignment. Even though the Mongols did that in the 13th century. 

Some craft stuff and school stuff as of late:

And of course Beck is eternally cute.

Today, Gwen told me she was writing a note and that I couldn't see it. But then she asked me how to spell "Dear" "matter", "even", and "yelling", and I knew that note was for me. Here it is:

I'm on Day 3 of No Yelling by the way. Be impressed. Be very impressed.

Thanks, kids, for allowing me to be your mom. You make me tired. But you, along with your dad, are also the best part of my life.

The End.