Old MacDonald Had a Farm

Old MacDonald had a farm!


So I finished one of my quietbook swap pages only 16 more to go, eh. I still need to cut and sew the farm animals for the inside pocket. I hope you sisters are having fun with this swap. I find so much joy in creating and sewing it all together.

Pizza Party!

Who can resist homemade pizza? I have been in a baking mood for a few days and well the thought came to me "Lets make pizza for dinner!" I can't say that I have done it before today. I have the ingredients and even some fun stuff to put on itl. I just need a pizza dough recipe. Nothing in my recipe stash...what to do?...search the internet? Oh, my computer is retarded and has a virus so everything is very slow. I know...Nola! She is the master of baking. She will have a recipe. She gave me kristen's recipe and it worked out great.
This has pesto sauce, chicken, olives, artichoke hearts, red/yellow bell peppers and tomatos on it covered with mozzerella cheese.

Pizza, Pizza! The girls and Thys were playing with some friends and when I told them that they were making there own pizza they got really excited and asked if everyone could stay and make one too. The Pizza Party had just began! I gave all the children their own dough and they had a blast spreading it and saucing it and topping it. But they loved eating it the most.

Our friends and neighbors

Cheep,Cheep!

Tweet, cheep, chirp! All in the name of Scrapbooking!
It has been over a year since I last scrapbooked! Way too long. Nola was making some scrapbook pages for Addie's birthday and I wanted to make her some too. But what to do? Then I remembered the cutest stamp set that I recently aquired (which I am totally in love with). Instantly, I knew that I should use it. The page is absolutely adorable. I forgot how much fun this really is and I miss doing it. I really want to make some more pages for my children this year too. There is nothing like saying "I love you" with a scrapbook page. It will always be there.

Dogwood

This morning we were heading home from Skating practice and I really needed to get some fuel for the Van. We were driving to the Village at Lake Arrowhead and I notice a lot of trees that had white flowers on them. So we stopped on the way back and sure enough the trees were Dogwood Trees. In BC these flowers are the Provincial Flower and you can not pick them or cut the tree down. It is on the list of British Columbia plants protected by law and it is a punishable offence to pick or destroy them.
The Pacific Dogwood (Cornus Nauttallii) was adopted as British Columbia's floral emblem in 1956. It is a small tree that grows 6 to 8 metres (20 to 30 feet) in height. Leaves are dark green on the upper side, lighter on the underside and the blooms appear from April to June and sometimes again in the fall. 30-40 small cream to greenish flowers are arranged in clusters and are surrounded by four to six large pointed, petal-like bracts.
Early legend portrays the Dogwood as being the wood of the Cross-of Calvary; the flower petals from the Cross, the centre the Crown of Thorns and the red tips of the petals the Blood of Christ.
So the cool thing about this is that my Grand-parents had a Dogwood in there front yard and one year my dad took a photo of my Grand-parents infront of it. The photo turned out so well that my mom had it enlarged and put on our living room wall. It is like a picture in time that always stood still for me. My Grandparents have past on but the picture stays with me and the Dogwood is a reminder to me of the times I spent with them and play in their yard. So thank you nature for the Dogwood and all its memories that it holds for me.

Butterfly Wings!

"In my world everyone is a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop Butterflies." says Katie from Horton Hears a Who.
My little butterfly. Thys got to take home a caterpillar from pre-school and watch it grow really big, then turn into a Chrysalis and watch it hatch and fly away. This took about three weeks and when the butterfly emerged Thys was on the Father and son campout with his dad.


We asked Thys what he wanted to name his butterfly he told us nothing. So all the children were calling it "nothing". And when we let him fly away they were calling "nothing, come back!" It didn't fly very good so the children held and played with it until it was time for us to go. Bye-bye butterfly!