Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace
The students: walking up to The Big House to catch their ride to school.
Uniform scrubbing: an after-school chore.
Homework: basically, I’m still homeschooling the kids.
Draw an invention: she poured hours into this homework assignment and loved every minute of it.
Mango eating: there’s a method to it.
Damages: so many of you expressed concern that I figured I owed you a photo.
It’s healing very nicely. We’re pleased.
(Heaves a huge sigh of relief.)
The neighbor kids built a riding contraption, whee!
Our Easter: one child threw fits and wasn’t ready for church on time, so we split up.
I took Errant Child to (an extra long, ha!) mass in town while my husband took the Non Errant Children to a (normal length) mass in the city. There was egg painting, hiding, and finding in the late afternoon. Our Easter ham: two slices of bacon per person. We’re living high on the hog, boy howdy!
I took Errant Child to (an extra long, ha!) mass in town while my husband took the Non Errant Children to a (normal length) mass in the city. There was egg painting, hiding, and finding in the late afternoon. Our Easter ham: two slices of bacon per person. We’re living high on the hog, boy howdy!
Watching and smiling: my sunny boy.
Flowers for my kitchen: I sent her out with a pair of scissors and this is what she brought me.
Baked oatmeal: as rolled oats are hard to come by,
I’ve taken to making my standard recipe with quick.
Also, I’ve learned that a mashed-up, super-ripe banana gives cake-like heft to the oatmeal,
and a sprinkling of panela (sticky raw sugar cane) right before baking
lends a nice molasses-y flavor.
coconuts: I made coconut milk by blending the meat with hot water and then straining it.
The milk went into smoothies and the pulp into a batch of granola.
Neither, much to my disappointment, tasted very coconuty.
Rocking the clash: the girl’s got style.
Rest time on the porch.
In the sunny guest room: ticket to ride.
Get your ticket and you, too, could play this game!
In the pila: floating votive with toothpicks. Because why not.
