Exciting weekend

*no pictures today, sorry-i just don't want to forget things*

Saturday G1 got signed up for tee-ball.
Someone Matt works with is the coach (and we are hoping Matt will be able to be assistant coach) and he has a son G1's age that is going to play. G1 is technically not old enough. The birthday cut-off date is April 30th and his birthday isn't until July 9th, but he gets to be on the team anyway. At first Matt was told no. G1 cried, not sobbing but just disappointed, tears rolling down his face crying. Matt made a phone call, got things worked out, and was able to register him. He was/is really excited.

Saturday G2 and G3 got their ears pierced.
G3 went first. She whimpered just a little right after it was done and then was fine. By the time Daddy got back to us (he took G1 and G2 for a walk while G3 was getting it done, and then took G1 and G3 for a walk while G2 was getting it done) she was excited to have them done.
G2 didn't make a noise when it happened, but as soon as she saw them she screamed. She has been the one really asking to have them done, she just isn't that big into change. After the shock wore off she was super excited to finally have "real earrings." That is how she says it.

Sunday was blessing day for the children. I will hopefully post more later about that, but for now I will say it was a good day and the Gs were well behaved (YAY!).

I am a flour snob

Before having children I would only buy name brand groceries. Even after having G1 I bought pretty much only name brand.
Then I got pregnant with G2 and G3 and money was really tight and we needed food. So, we started shopping Aldi a little bit and buying more store brand groceries.
Some things I prefer store brand actually (I think store brand pineapple-chunks, crushed, slices-taste better than Dole), and there are some things I prefer name brand. But most of the time I will buy whatever costs less regardless of which I really do prefer.
The exception to this is flour. I have only ever gotten store brand flour once or twice. I can't bring myself to buy it. I really do prefer Gold Medal flours over any of them. I'm not sure why, that's just the way it is. I always have 3-4 kinds of flour in the house and all of them are Gold Medal brand.

Are there any foods that you will only buy in a specific brand? Or am I the only crazy one?

I am super forgetful

The camera has been located.
Evidently I took it out of my purse in the van and stuck it in the glove compartment. I do not remember doing this, but it does seem like something I would do. So, there you have it. I am happy to know where it is now. I have missed it, although a new one would be better. :-P

Snowman

G1 has been wanting to build a snowman since before there was any sign of snow this winter.
He hasn't been able to, until today.
We went down to Grammy and Poppy's to play in the snow this afternoon.
We had a lot of fun.

Here is the snowman that we built:
Death of a snowman:
Snowman got rebuilt:
Notice the header at the top, the 4 Gs with the snowman.

Marcia's questions

MarciaAnne said...

What is the scariest story you ever were told (fiction)?
What is your favorite skill you have learned? and did you teach yourself, or did you learn from someone else?

That is all for now, perhaps I will think of more later.

The scariest story...this one was really hard for me come up with an answer for. I really don't remember.
I remember when we lived in Texas and Mark was in the Army. He used to call home, and if I answered he would pretend to either be his Sargent (?) and tell me that he (Mark) had died. That would always traumatize me. Sometimes, when I would answer when he called he would pretend to be his own ghost. I remember screaming after those calls. Sometimes he would just make up horror stories of things he had done or seen. I used to remember some of them , but it has been so long. After I finally figured out he was just joking around during those phone calls it did become fun to answer and listen to his stories.
I don't really remember much of Mark before those phone calls, since we are so far apart in age and he left home when I was still so little. I wish I remembered his stories better.
I don't know if that qualifies as hearing a scary story, but I don't really remember any other scary stories.

My favorite skill I have learned... I'm not sure how to answer this one, I don't feel skilled at anything. I have tried many things, but have failed at almost all of them. I teach myself most of the things I attempt to do, and that may be why I fail at them. Some day I hope to learn to do many things successfully. For that I think I will others teach me.

My son, the artist

Sunday before church started G1 sat down in the pew and took out his notebook. I went to find somebody (possibly the girls, I don't remember). When I came back he had drawn a picture. Can you tell what it is?

He has also drawn a teapot that looked like a teapot. I didn't even know he knew what a teapot was!

Getting so big!