Ketchup Combinations

Anya's: carrots and ketchup (tastes sweet Mom!)
Austria's: ketchup in a bun (no burger please)

3 or Thirteen?

I thought I had a good decade before I would hear these words from Austria:

To Anya while playing princesses: "Let's talk about our boys."

To me when she was upset: "Just don't talk to me, leave me alone!"

This morning when attempting to get dressed: "I just don't have anything to wear!"

Ready for the MoTab?

We've been working on our musical abilities . . .

And yes, they are singing--or chanting--"We know what we want, and we know what we don't want, so guess what we want."

Luau

While the title of this blog may be deceiving, this post is actually about an event that took place 5 months ago. I didn't take any pictures, but fortunately John and my father-in-law did. Maybe this post will help those fighting the winter blues . . .

John helped prepare the pigs the night prior to the Luau. It was the one time I could say he smelled like a pig and get away with it :).

The girls loved the bounce house . . . what Luau doesn't have a bounce house?

The girls performed a traditional Hukilau. Austria was the youngest dancer.

Blessed: the good, the humorous, the tired . . .