SEVEN

Veronica has been practicing writing things in cursive.

2019 week seven

Sounding their barbaric yawps while stamping in my garden.

Valentine's Day morning! They woke up to silly Valentine cards from Mama and Papa, candy, magnifying glasses, a bath bomb, and hot wheel tracks. AND DONUTS! They were so excited! I woke up at 530 to get back from the donut store before they woke up, but in my sleepy haze I left the donut I purchased for myself on the counter! How disappointing. 

Valentine's Day cheesecake. I think this was the first time I ever made a cheesecake. Or maybe I've only ever made it once before. But I love love love a good cheesecake. This one had a sponge cake crust which I was very pleased with. I was also pleased with the raspberry sauce I made as a topping. I was less than pleased with the mixed citrus curd. It was so much better and sharper before I added the butter. Never again. I have an unfortunate association between the taste of lemon curd and the taste of vomit. I hope I grow out of this some day. Maybe the problem is just the butter. We'll see. 

We bought ENORMOUS crab legs for Valentine's Day dinner. There was too much to eat in one sitting so the leftovers made excellent crab raviolis the next day. 

Look how much meat he got from a leg, and the size of that claw! 

V's first pinewood derby race! I love the fancy donuts. 

My friend Ruth and I had a lot of time to have a long animated conversation. We were told to arrive at 8, Race starts at 9. Race started at 1030. All the little siblings were melting down at that point. 

V's car is the pink sparkly one. 

So fun to watch all the cars race. 

Theo raced one of Uncle Sam's old cars in the sibling category. 

No one won any prizes in our house. And driving home from Scouts looked like this, only much louder. Poor things. Its a hard pill to lose. 

Quotes:

Theodore

"Mama, look. I made you a cigarette. Aren't you so proud of myself?"

"These dandelions are for you to lay eggs. Put them in your tummy and surely you will lay two eggs."

Veronica

"You could call sixth grade hairy grade because everyone gets hairy."  Indeed you could dear.