TWELVE

Vera harvested her first salad from her little garden this year. She proclaimed it the "best ever salad!"

 2020 week twelve.

What a strange week. Maybe I should start counting the weeks of staying home? Week 1, then.

We had a quiet St. Patrick's day dinner. Everything was good and V kept asking for more and more corned beef until she went to bed with a stomach ache.

Followed by my FAVORITE breakfast of the year: corned beef hash, a fried egg, and tea. 

This week was officially Spring Break for us. Every single day it would rain all morning and clear up for an hour or so in the afternoon. The kids scrambled outside as fast as they could to wallow in the mud and splash in the puddles. It was an inconvenient time for our washing machine to stop working... 

They have been playing so happily together all day. Periodically they'll get into an argument followed quickly by someone saying, "Let's stop fighting." It's been a quarantine miracle. 

The last of our corned beef got turned into revolutionary tacos. 

I had my 31st birthday this week. It was a spectacular day. I started with a run in the cool dark morning, followed by half a dozen bagels from the greatest little bagel shop, I did some groceries, Matt made a fire outside and we enjoyed the cool weather while the kids played.  We all watched Indiana Jones and the kids LOVED it. They've been playing "Adventure Kids" ever since. V also had a nightmare about it that night but woke up requesting to watch the next one in the trilogy. I made a lovely dinner but completely forgot to make myself a cake.

Matt helped the kids finish Link's Awakening. Here she is as red Link.

I grabbed some new chalk to give them some options. 

Practicing her bow skills.

I made my birthday cake after the kids went to bed and we all had it for breakfast. 

This weekend I spent all my spare moments making myself a dress. I'm very happy with out it turned out. And I was so pleased I was able to draft my own pattern.

Here's the dress I based it on. 

Quotes:

Theodore

T- "You're not even clever Papa!"
Matt- "I'm not? Well you came from me so if I'm not clever who did you get your cleverness from?"
T- "Mama!"
Matt- "Then what did you get from me? Your good looks?
V- "Our toots!"

"What if there was a Papa, and he was angry and he couldn't get his kid out of the bathroom so he got an ax and axed down the door?" I swear he's never seen The Shining...

"Veronica, it's ok with me that you were born first. It's ok. I don't even care because then you'll die first." Ah! What?!

Veronica

V- "Weh! Something is bothering my in my (insert here: shirt, shoes, pants, etc)!!"
Me- "Is it your attitude?"


"How do things live? We couldn't even make a person! Not the eyes or ears or nose or multiple layers of skin! We couldn't make any of it! I guess we could go to a grave and take them from a dead person but that would be rude. And we'd probably get in trouble." Again, no one has seen or read Frankenstein around here...