Thursday, June 30, 2016

30 June 2016

Mr. Brown is not keen on Father's Day, and so on the second Sunday in June, the children hung up balloons and decorations, and gave me a card that said, "Happy Working Parents' Day"!

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Monday, June 27, 2016

27 June 2016

Nut Brown, when asked to share his favorite scripture in Primary, chose a verse from the Book of Mormon about men racing to the judgment seat and find the chief judge murdered and lying on the ground in all his gore.

We just read a verse about wearing 'costly apparel' and I asked if 'costly apparel' increases one's personal worth.  "No," he replied. "Well, maybe to an assassin."

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

14 June 2016

Briar Rose's hair is long enough for a tiny ponytail!

Saturday, June 11, 2016

11 June 2016

Last night I'm pulling weeds out of the garden bed with the tomato plants in it (I have two) and Nut Brown wanders over and asks what I'm doing. 

Mama: I'm pulling weeds out from around the tomato plants.  Want to help me?  Everything except the tomato plants can be pulled up.  .  .  .  . we're making space so that the tomato plants get all the nutrients and don't have to share with the weeds.  Because tomatos are yummy.  You know what tomatos from the garden mean?  BLTs!

Nut Brown: That means bacon!

Mama: Yep.  And lettuce!  And tomatos!

He decided to help, and when Bobo came over a few minutes later, Nut Brown said, "Bobo, will you help us pull weeds?  It will increase our chances of buying bacon!"

Friday, June 10, 2016

10 June 2016

Now that soccer is over, we've had a bunch of quiet peaceful evenings together.  Mr. Brown and the kids kick a soccer ball around, we go for walks or to the park, I pull weeds in the garden, and just generally we hang out and get to spend time together and still get kids in bed on time.  Last night Mr. Brown made dinner and then we ate outside, just sitting around.  Mr. Brown and Nut Brown kicked a soccer ball while holding their bowls in their other hands.  Rose Pink was reading Harry Potter (again).  The baby was jumping on my knee and Bobo was telling me about something in between bites.  He talks so much lately.

After dinner Mr. Brown asked if we could go to the park, so we did, and stopped for treats at the corner store on the way home.  Then it was home for scriptures and bed, which I love.  It was such a peaceful evening.  I'm so grateful for long summer days and quiet times with my family.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

9 June 2016

Bobo's evening chore is to clean up the (short) hallway outside the bathroom.  If other people have left their stuff there, he brings it to them to put away.  But lately, since we've been throwing away so much stuff that doesn't bring us joy, he will pick up items and announce that it doesn't bring him joy and so he's throwing it away.  For example, Mr. Brown's jeans, or Rose Pink's shoes.  It's been extremely effective at motivating the rest of us to take immediate action to save our possessions.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

8 June 2016

Last summer about this time Rose Pink was drawing hands:

Monday, June 6, 2016

6 June 2016

We've been reading "The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up" and evaluating our possessions for whether or not they spark joy.  Nut Brown and I were playing with Briar Rose one morning when she was being especially adorable and I said jokingly, I think we're definitely keeping her!  Nut Brown said, "Yeah, she definitely sparks joy for me!"

Sunday, June 5, 2016

5 June 2016

By Rose Pink, from last summer.  I wish I remembered what the story was.