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A Scholastic Miscellany

I have this book on my shelf with that title. It basically means "Crap That Came Before the Reformation." This is actually just a few pictures I took today that relate to my kids.

This is what it looks like when Evangeline looks to see if you layed an egg today.

This is the hen that lays blue eggs, who has been alerted by Evangeline's attempt at egg theft.

Party time.

Well, how do you think they are going to learn their alephbet?

Seriously, these kids aren't going to teach themselves Hebrew.

Modern Hebrew doesn't have vowels, so they weren't included in the set. This probably okay, since the yod already gives her enough to choke on.

c u p c a k e s

Ellee and Evangeline made some cupcakes today for MLK.

I am actually amazed that she will cooperate, and seems to enjoy the baking of these miniature cakes.

 I don't know if it counts, but it actually does seem that this could be in observance of MLK. Rather than just pretending that we like black people one day a year, like every other institution in the world, we are the only white people in our neighborhood, and my wife makes cupcakes with my daughter here. I think if MLK was successful, colleges and cities wouldn't just have one day a year to acknowledge his work, but would just do it the rest of the year.

Find the chicken.

Snow!

Not here, though. My dad sent this picture of Evangeline's  (and Irene's) playhouse in Alaska:

I showed Evangeline and she laughed.

In other news, the chickens continue to lay eggs. We have a dozen in the refrigerator. Now we just have to decide whether to use them or continue to hoard them.

chickens and kids

We still have chickens and we still have kids.

L-R:Wyandotte, Rhode Island Red, Partridge Rock, Ameraucana. All tasty. Seriously. The color and taste of these eggs is incomparable. Our backyard has some great forage. Oh yeah, they pretty much roam the yard all day long now. Its actually pretty fun to run around the yard with them. Unfortunately my favorite hen seems to have fallen to the bottom of the pecking order.

They sit like this sometimes.

One of Evangeline's favorite things to do is to press on her sister in order for her to be able to get around. I think Irene gets what is going on here with the whole abdomen pressing.

They didn't have any milk left, but I finally got up the courage to try the sour cream. It is good. If only the fascist government would allow them to sell it to people for their food. Seriously, how does it make any sense to just completely outlaw raw milk, so that I have to buy this stuff with the apparent intention that I am going to feed sour cream and ice cream to my dogs? They don't get to monitor it at all, but yet it still gets sold. Anyways, there is something exciting about eating sour cream that has a label like this on it.

Weirdness

Here are some videos of:
1. Evangeline being weird.
And then:
2 & 3. Me trying to get Evangeline to bounce and/or give Irene a hug and/or kiss.

And, today is Evangeline's baptismal birthdate. Happy baptism, girl! (we sort of observed her baptism on Sunday, which is the observance of The Baptism Of Our Lord, which was the day she actually got baptized, but we're not sure weather to celebrate that Sunday or the actual date. etc.)

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More Eggs

These chickens must have read the same books that I did that talk about how they are supposed to lay eggs.

The Ameraucauna hen lays blue eggs.

I ate the other egg this morning and it was like nothing I'd ever eaten before, in a good way. I think this brown egg is from her again. The other two have some catching up to do.