Such Things

Kitchen Love

My husband proudly reports that when he has six years old, he made all his own sandwiches for school.  Sunday and Monday nights are very busy  for us because Mark and I both work Monday, Tuesday. Each night, we need to prepare five sandwiches for lunches the next day (Sometimes we do ten at a time and put the extras in the fridge).  We are usually scrambling to find time to do this between cleaning up from dinner and bedtime routines.  Last night, however, we thought it would be fun for Megan and Miranda to make their own sandwiches, while Mark made the rest and I cleaned up from dinner.  The girls were more than delighted to with this idea, so out came the condiments, meat and cheese and they started to prepare theirs.   Suddenly, a time that can usually feel rushed, seemed like a harmonious together time.  The girls chattered away while happily slathering their bread with Becel.  I was putting cups away in the cupboard from the dishwasher and Mark was wrapping sandwich after sandwich, while Myles giggled and ate the remainder of his yogurt.  

 

There it is.  A snapshot of our kitchen filled with responsibility,  comradery and of course love.

Thank you for all the "kitchen comments"  I'll be around tomorrow to see what all of you have been up to!  

Kitchen Poetry

I noticed that a couple of my favourite blogs are doing a "kitchen poetry" week with the idea that the kitchen is the hub of the house.  A place of conversation, play, joviality, sometimes dancing and of course meal prep.  What's tempted me to join in is that I was snapping photos in my kitchen just prior to reading about the "kitchen poetry" challenge.  See, I was making dinner and I took out a glass casserole dish for the baking.  I turned around to see Myles precariously holding another one of my GLASS casserole dishes in the tips of his fingers.  With a small shriek, I gently removed the casserole dish from his hand, placed it back in the drawer, shut the drawer and redirected him to the "pot drawer", from where he proceeded to take out and test each pot, pan and strainer.  Well, the girls came in shortly after, saw the pots on the floor, grabbed a couple of plastic spoons and started making a percussion band.  Next the bin of instruments was brought out from the playroom and the band got bigger.  Eventually, the wok and the small roaster made some of the biggest sounds, along with the ping and pang of the smaller sauce pots.  It was one of those moments, where you could cover your ears and shout "STOP!!", or you could join in with an uncoordinated jig.  It was one of those lovely moments.  Here's to a week of "kitchen poetry" or perhaps at the best of times, "kitchen chaos".

Overheard in Our House

Lots of baby laughter (or should I say toddler laughter?)

I couldn't help but throw in this grin too!

Overheard in Our House

Megan had been studying the human body at her preschool and one of her teachers was expecting...
"Mommy, I know which part of the body a baby grows in!"
"What is it called?"
"Uranus!"

Overheard in Our House

"Mommy, why are you drinking an unhealthy drink?" (ginger ale)
"Because I already had a healthy drink today."
"What drink?  Coffee?"