Daily Moments – Week 8

Here’s our week . . .

Brooks built a moving shooting machine.
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Silas and Brooks were pretending to be farmers and they were setting the table with their milk and eggs.IMG_0821

This was the best picture I could get of this guy.

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Oh Silas . . .
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some things never change.
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Brooks took this one.IMG_0830

And Silas took this one.IMG_0833

This is the first time I have used my Idaho shaped cookie cutter. You may ask, why do I have a cookie cutter in the shape of Idaho? It was my souvenir from Mark’s trip out west this past fall. I also got a gold wrapped potato.
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One of my monster-men. IMG_0837

Here’s both. They were playing Iron Man. Or maybe it was Superman? Or maybe they were farmers at this point. IMG_0839

 

Spring is almost here!
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I finally cleared my wall of Christmas cards. The end of February is my cut off. After this picture, Brooks came in the room and yelled, “Mom the cards are gone! They are missing!”IMG_0843

Blueberry Pancakes with Lemon butter. I’m trying to find the best pancake recipe. These had a good almost chewy, not fluffy, texture, but the taste lacked. Do you have a favorite?IMG_0849

 

Milkshake with Mimi.IMG_20140226_160544

Silas couldn’t finish the ice cream, but demanded to have every last drop of the chocolate.IMG_20140226_160705

Daddy piggy back up the stairs. I’m amazed that he can do both at once.IMG_20140301_191001

 

Heading into 25 weeks.IMG_20140301_205428

Throwing rocks in the river.IMG_20140302_163353

The first taste of gelato.IMG_20140302_163452

 

See you next week!

One thought on “Daily Moments – Week 8

  1. My word Tara- you are really popping out there!!! I love the pictures of the boys with their bags and tray on top of their heads. Too funny!!

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