New Antics

Saturday was a great day. We did nothing. Spent the entire day at home as a family. It was fantastic. We had a lot of eggs. Ken made German oven pancake for breakfast and I made popovers for dinner.

For memory sake, the first time Ken made German Oven Pancake for me was about the time we got engaged. He came over to my apartment to make my roommates and I breakfast. He pulled out the blender and did his thing. When the timer went off, I remember feeling so excited to show off my fiance's cooking. The concoction that he pulled out of the oven was quite frankly not the beautiful masterpiece I was expecting. It looked like it had been burned. But, he assured me that it was supposed to look that way. We cut it up, put a little cinnamon and sugar on top, and had one of the best breakfasts I can ever remember. Next to Eggs Benedict, German Oven pancake is my favorite morning food.

Kenny was really good at church on Sunday. He said he learned about Joseph Smith and he was the line leader. At Eppie's house today, she and some friends were working on scrapbooking Valentine's Day cards for servicemen overseas. Kenny had a delightful time using the markers to color and write his letters. Then he got a hold of an ink pad. Pink, of course. He stamped the paper, his shirt, pants, hands, and finally...his face. Now this is not ordinary ink. This is extra permanent archivable ink. Luckily, due to some quick thinking his face was spared from sporting a pink beard. His hands were not so lucky. I have tried everything. He is just going to have to stay pink until his skin falls off.

Nathan has a new trick. He doesn't eat anything. Wait, I take that back. He eats it, but fails to swallow. He had a little corn dog bites for lunch one day. After taking a bite, he pushed away from the table and climbed down. Off he went on about his business. An hour later, I noticed he is holding his mouth really tight. I force his mouth open and sweep it clean only to find several bites of hot dog stuffed in his cheeks. He does this with every meal. He stuffs food in his cheeks. After every meal I have to hold my hand under his mouth and say, "Nathan. Open up." in my stern Mommy voice. And every time I end up with a hand full of half chewed whatever. Gross...but what can you do.

Nathan also has caught the puzzle bug. Kenny is AMAZING at puzzles and putting things together. He was working on puzzle after puzzle on Sunday night and Nathan wanted to join in. It was so sweet to see them together. Nathan would line up the pieces so that the pointy ball part would be next to a hole part (I hope you know what I mean.) Kenny was actually putting together a 46 pieces puzzle without a picture.

PS- Check out my dear friend Sue's blog. She is linked on the right. Read her post about slinkies. Her pearls of wisdom have had me laughing all night!