“Artistic Food,” by my daughters

I love to cook, bake, saute, broil, grill, braise, sear and flambe (although, I must say my flambe-ing has, so far, only been done by accident) for my family.  In fact, I think I could make a case for it being the 6th Love Language.

Most of my enjoyment is in the creation of the meal and table presentation.  I haven’t progressed to a focus on plating the food.  The main reason?  I’m feeding a family of six!!  By the time I get five plates, a suction bowl for the baby (this NEVER stays stuck!), two glasses, three cups, seventeen paper towels (I have learned to not bother with plain ole napkins), salt, pepper, ketchup (for everything!), four forks, at least one spoon, only two knives and more paper towels, I have just enough oomph left to dump some food on my plate and inhale it before the baby dumps her peas in her lap…again.

My oldest daughters, though, without ever noticing their melting-down mother, take their time and make their plates aesthetically pleasing:


Breakfast Can’t Please Everyone All The Time

My kids have a love/hate relationship with breakfast.  If they don’t eat, we have grouchiness, grumpiness and general ill will toward all mankind.  If they do eat, then it’s often with much grunching, groaning and gnashing of teeth.  Every now and then, I get it right…

But there are some mornings when we are a house divided:

Here’s what was served (I think is was very good…and pretty).

What Gardening Can Do For A Sick Kid

Lauren stayed home from school today with a sore throat.  I went out to work in the garden.  After peeking on me several times, she decided her throat would feel better outside.  Then, she decided she would feel even better if she helped me plant a few flowers.  Finally, she just couldn’t stand it any longer: she grabbed her little, pink gloves and dove into the mulch!











Lauren’s Story

Earlier, I posted my kindergartener’s poem for Gathering of the Talents.  Here is my 2nd grader’s story:


I could not believe I was going to get another sister! I already had two sisters named Caroline Belle and Elizabeth (Lizzie) Sue. When my mom told us we were going to have another baby, I wanted a brother, but I guess God wanted me to have one more sister.

The night my mom had her, I stayed up until 2:00 in the morning without even dozing off once, waiting for my new sister. I was thinking about how my life was going to change, but I knew God would help me be a good big sister.  When she was born, we named her Josephine Celeste, but we call her Josie.

Josie is wonderful, but there are some crazy things going on in my life now.  I have to help my mom change diapers.  There is a lot more crying, and everyone sleeps less.  When my mom is making dinner or sleeping, I have to take care of Josie by rocking her, making her dance and reading to her.

There are a lot of good changes, too.  The best ones are more love, more smiles and a lot more cuddles.  Having four sisters in one family means lots of sparkly nail polish, lots of pink ruffles and lots and lots of dolls.

Being a big sister can be really crazy and even boring sometimes, but God wants me to be a big sister who loves her sisters.  He also wants me to teach my sisters about Jesus and His dying on the cross to forgive our sins.  I like to read the Bible to my sisters, so they can learn more about how to be a Christian.

Caroline, Lizzie and Josie are good sisters, and I am so proud to be in a family of five girls and one boy (my dad).  Overall, I am glad I got another sister.

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