Monday night we made donuts and the kids loved eating them. They tasted great that night, but didn't fair as well the next day. Does anyone know the secret to making them last longer?
They do look pretty though.
A few weeks ago we got out the big ball for the kids to play on before we made waffle cones for ice cream. Lyla needs a little more help on the ball than Miya and Cannon do, but she thinks she is pretty big.
Miya and Lyla got dressed up in their new clothes from Bangladesh from Aunt Andra. I just had to put this one in because they look so pretty.
Cannon can get on the ball by himself and balance until we start kicking the ball out from under him.
Miya can do it as well.
Last night Phil was outside playing with the kids while I finished dinner. Once I had dished everyone up a plate I called outside for them to come in. I waited and waited and finally, mad, I just started to eat my dinner without everyone else. Miya came in to tell me that Cannon had invited the neighbor girl over for dinner (she is our babysitter) and they were waiting for her. Phil came in and asked for another plate. I really don't know why, but the whole thing bothered me. I felt like no one appreciated the work I had put into dinner and then just to invite someone over without checking to see if I had made enough food.
A few weeks ago we got out the big ball for the kids to play on before we made waffle cones for ice cream. Lyla needs a little more help on the ball than Miya and Cannon do, but she thinks she is pretty big.
Miya and Lyla got dressed up in their new clothes from Bangladesh from Aunt Andra. I just had to put this one in because they look so pretty.
Cannon can get on the ball by himself and balance until we start kicking the ball out from under him.
Miya can do it as well.
Last night Phil was outside playing with the kids while I finished dinner. Once I had dished everyone up a plate I called outside for them to come in. I waited and waited and finally, mad, I just started to eat my dinner without everyone else. Miya came in to tell me that Cannon had invited the neighbor girl over for dinner (she is our babysitter) and they were waiting for her. Phil came in and asked for another plate. I really don't know why, but the whole thing bothered me. I felt like no one appreciated the work I had put into dinner and then just to invite someone over without checking to see if I had made enough food. We sat down to dinner and we were all talking (me trying to force myself into a better mood) and the girls said that her dad was still out with her younger sister and her mom is currently deployed. She raved about how good dinner was and couldn't believe I had made it from scratch. Meanwhile, my kids are questioning how many bites they have to eat to be done. While I was cleaning up the dishes Phil went outside with the kids and started playing volleyball with the neighbor girl. I had an overwhelming feeling of guilt knowing that I should know better and not get so upset about dinner when having his girl over meant so much more.
By the end of the night I was able to feel so appreciative that I get to stay home with my kids and make them dinner each night. That I have a husband who makes time to sit with us at the table and talk about the day we all had. Elder Uchtdorf said in conference this last weekend that love in a family is really spelled T I M E and I realized tonight from Phil inviting this young girl over that I don't appreciate all the time we do have together. Plus it was really nice having someone rave over my sweet and sour chicken.
3 comments:
I don't know the secret to donuts - we have only made them once and they were good fresh and horrible the next day. Your family is so cute - reading your posts make me laugh because everything you say sounds like something I'd do or be thinking. :) I would love to have someone rave over a dinner I spent so much time making. Rich never complains but my kids sound like yours and they are always saying they hate it and it smells bad and how many bites until they can be done. :)
I want to invite all of my neighbor girls over now except she probably would be asking how much she had to have too
What beautiful children you have!!! They are so cute and all so athletic like their parents. That ball looks like fun--where did you get it? That sounds like my story with Summer Winger, I always took for granted that mom would be there and, of course, be happy to make my meal:).
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