I would not want to be on Andrew’s side of this monkey business. But surprisingly enough, it ended well and no one got the arctic chill. In case you are still questioning whether I should win first prize with that beef stew (which I may just have to do a tutorial on) Andrew can vouch for me. This my friends is why i can barely mention the word ‘graduate’. BTW, that’s one huge piece of plastic he’s holding on to.
I got my camera back. A brand new one. Seems to work like a charm. And this one knows how to use it better than I do. How is this possible? I’m well-read, survived medical school, and will soon be named Beef Stew Queen of the Year…..and yet a 16 yo is changing settings on my camera which I did not know I have.
….and don’t you worry about my Canon powershot either. It seems this whole camera deal is win-win for everyone. Emme keeps asking for her own memory card. She is not fooled the least little bit by the fact that the camera is taking pictures but not saving them. She wants to ‘upload’ them. Can you even spell upload, my dear? More on this technical wizard in a moment.
Well someone’s gotta do it…..and 8 years old is not too young to use the pooper scooper. If I told you she was begging to do it, you wouldn’t believe me….but she was begging none the less.
And this could be a low parenting moment for me…..bathing the dog with the small children. But at least the dog smells better. I’m not sure about everyone else. And there is water EVERYWHERE. Everywhere, I tell you.
But the chaos of the bath is worth this face all snuggled into mommy’s robe.
And to redeem myself from this post, and to prove to all humanity that I am not a detriment to my children, we made salt maps of the isle of Crete. And read Atlantis. At like 7:30 in the morning. My artsy-craftsy girls will in fact hustle in the mornings if there is paint and dough in their future.
Then, we made drawings of the Ark of the Covenant.
And then I finished making my flow chart of this eclectic little book for bookclub which you can read about here. Glad to be done with this one.
And there was supposed to be a picture of Emme lying on her dad’s lap playing with his iPhone….which she knows how to navigate much better than me. However when I told her to go listen to her book on tape (which is played on an old-fashion tape recorder) she said she didn’t know how to ‘work it’. Ummmm….you just push play. Apparently if there’s no complicated touch screen menu, my children are lost. I had to get up and literally walk into her room and push ‘play’. She looked all confused. And then said, “don’t you have that book downloaded onto your iPod? ‘Cause I could listen to it on that?” Ancient technology makes her skeptical and scared. When I take the plunge and get my iPhone at least I’ll have someone to teach me how to use it.