Not too long ago, Jack was annoying Liam by playing in his personal space. Liam became frustrated and said, "Jack, you're advertising me!"
I corrected him with, "Liam, be kind. Besides, you mean 'annoying' not 'advertising'."
Friday Funny
It Tastes Like Butter!
Liam and I are studying cows this week, which has also taken us onto the topic of dairy products. We created butter from cream today. Isn't that an impressive idea?
No, I didn't think of it myself. The teacher's guide in My Father's World says, "Make butter."
And I just so happen to know how to make butter.
If you believe the above statement, then I have a mountain home to sell you.
I do not know how to make butter, but I didn't even have to google it. The teacher's guide explained to pour whipping cream into a jar and to shake for about twenty minutes.
We don't have a jar, so how about a sports bottle?
We shook, shook, shook for twenty minutes. We sort of shared the shaking responsibility, but I bet you can guess who did the majority of the work.
Then, everyone enjoyed some fresh butter on crackers for a mid-morning snack. Some of these children weren't too sure if they would like it. I won't name any names, but I bet you can figure it out.
"Mmm, this is good, Mommy!"
And we tried to not cry over spilled butter.
I'm really glad that butter-making is not left to me and a sports bottle. It was quite a workout for my arms, especially considering how little butter formed from a pint of cream.
But it's what memories are made of.
I Have a Question
Whose torso has lengthened 5 inches since the last time I shopped for myself? Raise your hand if that question describes you.
I swear the majority of American females must have grown 5 inches vertically in the torso since I last shopped. Granted, I probably haven't shopped in nearly a year, but still.
What I tried on a year ago was already 3-4 inches too long for my short trunk. So I just didn't buy very much in hopes that the long shirt style would hurry up and die.
After shopping at Old Navy on Saturday, I am very sad to report that the long shirt style has not died. Instead, the long shirt style has grown to be at least 8-9 inches too long on me. I might as well buy the shirt and wear it as a dress, because that's what 85% of Old Navy's shirts look like on me.
Who else out there needs this style to die a quick death? Where can I shop for shirts that fit my short trunk appropriately yet stylishly? Please don't tell me to try a petite shop. I need more specifics than that before I hyperventilate.
Friday Funny
While Daddy brushed his teeth, Jack asked, "How do we get coyotes in our mouth?"
That would be cavities.
But we don't want coyotes in our mouths either.
A Day at the Farm
The boys and I gathered some cousins and friends for a trip to the pumpkin patch at the Mainstay Farm yesterday. We spent 4 hours at this old dairy farm and enjoyed nearly every square inch of it. Of course, there were pumpkins, but there was also a hay ride, two mazes, a super chute, a three-story tree house, and plenty of sneeze-inducing hay.
Excellent photo opps? Of course. Willing participants? Not so much.
Garrett never agreed to a decent photo during the entire visit. He was just too busy climbing and jumping on the hay.
Jack says, "Would you take the picture already?"
Liam says, "Yep, you can take my picture, but I'm going to give you some 'tude in my pose." (That would be "attitude", folks.) He really just wanted to be left alone to climb on the hay bails for hours.
I did pull them away to see the baby goats. Isn't this one cute?
Almost cute enough to take home, except for the poop issue.
Garrett became friends with this little fellow.
While waiting for the hay ride, I told the boys to find the tiniest pumpkins out of the patch. Their finds:
Actually, we brought home some bigger ones, but I like messin' with my boys.
Garrett has been interested in photography lately, so I let him take a couple shots. Proof that I was indeed the adult in charge:
In my mind, this was such a cute photo opp. But the boys were done buns after 4 hours of intense sunshine.
Oh well, we had a good time. 
Fall, please come to Texas soon!
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