Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Fine Cuisine

Marie made the pancake batter, but left the pancakes to "someone else" before heading to dinner tonight with coworkers.

After making the pancakes, which turned out their typical 'Cajun-style' from my cooking, I asked Arionna "Your mother left knowing odds were I would make the pancakes and how they would turn out. Do you ever wonder if she really loves you?"

Arionna, "On days like this I have my doubts".

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Easter Celebrations

The Easter Tree
Kaylee brought home one of those floor lamps where the lights branch out of the top. She put it together in the living room, and promptly left it there. this is roughly the same location where we put the Christmas tree. So, we have begun referring to it as "The Easter Tree". Below is our Easter Tree moved into the kitchen.




Alora hiding behind the Easter Tree

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

What's for dinner...

The age old question, usually followed by "I don't like that," from one of the children.
We also (usually) take turns making dinner. It was my turn and the question of "what's for dinner" came up.

Alora: "What is for dinner?"
Me: "What don't you like?"
Alora: "Chicken."
Me: "Good, we are having chicken. Arionna, what don't you like?"
(pause)
Arionna: "Chocolate."

Nice try, kid. Nice try.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Bad Grades...

Marie: "Alora! Did you realized you have an 'F' on your report card?"
Alora: "What?! I can't have an 'F'!"
Marie: "Well, its right here next to 'Gender'."

Yep, you have to be tough to be in our family.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Truth in Advertising

Arionna is looking to sue Uncle Ben: His instructions on his 5-minute rice is too microwave it for 8 minutes.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Tooth Fairy

Arionna, at age 10, lost 5 teeth in a week, with a sixth which is loose.  Her response, "All I want for Christmas is my 5 back teeth!"

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Family in the Corner

The family was having dinner at the Melting Pot. Eventually dessert came around and, after a few minutes, the chocolate was gone from the fondue pot. Glancing to my right is my youngest daughter with her plate in hand. "Don't lick your plate in a restaurant," I admonished, "everyone can see you!"

Turning to my left I see the rest of my family, plates in hand licking their plates. "That's why they put us in the corner," Kaylee said.