Last Saturday evening we were at the playground and S tripped over something and basically landed on the cement with her face. The next morning she looked like this, which Paul thought really just made her look like she belonged in Hollywood.
Fortunately for her photo shoot, her pajama top fit the occasion:
Here is R using Dad's water gun as a vacuum-seriously, that's what he was doing...maybe a modern take on the verse, "they will beat their swords into plowshares" ?
That being the case, then I guess he won't need to borrow Dad's camo hat anymore :)
Ok, so the water gun was out of storage for the annual Grace Fellowship Rafting trip which Paul went on this past Saturday. While he was gone I took the kids to the Davis Farmer's Market and bought a half-flat of yummy strawberries and some blackberries to make jam.
Jam in the making:
This is only the second time I've ever made jam, and the first time on my own. The instructions are full of words like, "quickly" "immediately" "exactly" and "precisely." And did I mention that Paul was gone for the day? That said, the kids ran rampant: R emptied out his diaper bag to locate his "emergency" pacifier (which I did finally at least clip to his shirt since he was dragging it around outside;) and they snatched a bag of popcorn off the table and dumped it ALL out and ate it off the floor. 
Hey, it kept them busy.
And it was worth it--9 jars of Stawberry-Blackberry jam and 9 jars of Strawberry jam,
and SOOO yummy!
