Ain’t nothin’ quite like a big jar filled with chocolate chip cookies.  I took this picture yesterday and they’re half gone today.  (It’s our favorite cookie recipe!)

Another treat has been that record player we picked up at the thrift a few weeks ago.  After a minor repair (thanks, dad!), borrowing records from friends, and finding more records while thrifting, we’re pretty giddy about our new little player.  And the dancing that goes on in this living room.  Oh boy.  Old bluegrass records seem to be the best for dancing, just in case anyone else felt like gettin’ groovy.

Here are some angels, as promised.

Sweet Charlotte.  She loves her kitty shirt.  And performing interpretive dances to The Oak Ridge Boys records.

If anyone has any ideas on how to teach children to sew (with a real, full-sized machine) I’d love to hear them.  Ivy is ready, for sure.  She and I stood in the thrift store today, and had a lengthy, serious, very grown-up conversation on what fabric we should choose for quilt-making.  Her best friend is apparently going to “make a quilt”, and Ivy wants to give her some fabric to help.  She knew exactly what kind would be good to use, and how much she would need to get. (And yes, it was a pretty great moment.)

Asher is trying to decide if he should be a cowboy or a pirate when he grows up.

He went to a rodeo while he was at Gramma and Grampa’s house, and now he wears his new cowboy hat all the time.

Pirate…cowboy…pirate?…cowboy?…   Life can be tough, I know.

“Don’t worry, Mommy.  I won’t be a bad pirate.  Just a good pirate, who loves God and shoots bad men.”