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A New Month Means…

More room to upload photos onto my Flickr account!

These are some of my favorite pictures that were taken in November… M and R’s Papa-daughter night out. They got a MoonPie and a Coke and went to the amphitheatre just down the road from us. It was getting very dark out, so a lot of them didn’t come out very well, but I love these…

Night Out with Papa

M said that she liked the Coke and MoonPie so much that it was like she was in a trance. (o: I’m sure she probably gets that sweet tooth from me.

Night Out with Papa

Night Out with Papa

If you knew how much backwash was in that little bottle of Coke, you would understand how much this man loves his daughter.

E’s night out with Papa was a little less exciting, and no one took any pictures. They went to a zoning meeting in the neighboring county with M’s Land Use class from the law school. Woo-hoo. I think she liked going with him anyway. Her biggest complaint was that the gov’t building where they held the meeting was “SO ugly!” I am once again thankful that this is her first experience with ugly government buildings. Another positive aspect of homeschooling.

Goat Cheese Omelette

With M still slightly recovering from his illness from a little while back, and with the recent discovery of his high blood pressure and high cholesterol, I have been trying to feed him more healthy foods. The Maker’s Diet book (thanks again Urs!) has been brought back down from the shelf, and I have been picking through the recipes in it to see what I can make on our budget.

I tore myself from the bed this morning shortly after 6:00 (yes, that’s early) to make him an onion and goat cheese omelette, but lo-and-behold, I dilly-dallied for too long, and I didn’t have it ready in time for him to be able to eat it before he had to leave for class. So… I decided that I would eat it. Well, R smelled the omelette cooking and asked if she could have some too, instead of cereal, so I gave her a third of mine.

So, we’re sitting there eating our breakfast, when R decides that she doesn’t like the omelette. I told her that she had to eat it anyway. So, she took another bite and started to cry saying that she didn’t like it. I told her that she was the one who asked for the omelette, and she was going to have to eat it. She cried some more, so I took some omelette on her fork and stuck it in her mouth, which resulted in her throwing up into her mouth with a very loud burping sound.

As I was holding a napkin up to her mouth, I looked down at her and said with a surprised tone, “R___, what was that?!”

She looked up at me and said, “That’s me not liking it!”