Oatmeal

Among Vincent's comments this morning, with pronunciation edited for clarity: I a hungry boy. I want big spoon. I have oatmeal on me. More please. I a mess. Me want have a bath.

Zoe said: Some people call it porridge. I really like porridge. 

I inadvertently made a batch of oatmeal intended to feed four. One adult and two small children ate it all. Plus a packet of instant oatmeal. Plus a carton of raspberries. And the kids were ready for a snack less than three hours later! At the other end of the day, they ate almost no dinner.

Beepin'

We worked in the yard this afternoon, pulling weeds and trimming dead flowers and rearranging wood chips and putting dirt down our pants. Well, one of us had dirt down his pants. And in his ears. 

Post bath snuggles were delightful. Monkeys and submarines, oh my.

 "I beepin," Vincent says. He does a pretty good pretend snore, too.

 Tired as they were, the tranquil moment was brief. Back to climbing the walls...

When it was time for the children to go to their own beds, there were kisses all around. Vincent said "I kih Daddy, doo." We miss our world traveler.

Just One More

Measuring out exactly half a pound of campanelle for our current favorite pasta dish, with lemon and garlic and cheese (http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2011/02/spaghetti-with-lemon-and-olive-oil-al-limone/, but using pasta with a grabbier shape). Shoulda made a whole pound!

Baby Beluga

Big Talker

Pleasant Morning

Tractor Action

Tractors are good entertainment. These are on the other side of our back fence, presumably making progress on moving the utilities underground and installing a sidewalk - projects which we enthusiastically support.