The Big Cookie Delivery

73 boxes of cookies



delivered to a shelter.



With a huge thanks to everyone who bought a box or 2 (or 10) for the express purpose of our delivering them to the shelter. The cookies are a great treat for the people there -- the food pantry at the shelter is full of mac and cheese, soup, canned vegetables, canned meat -- "real" food -- but sometimes it's nice to have a snack that the rest of us take for granted.

Flashback

Thalia is writing an autobiography for a Girl Scout project. Sometimes we can't remember when things happened, so we have to look through old photos. (Well, actually old iPhoto files that need to be better organized.)

We can now confirm that she was taking baton lessons in 2002. Check it out -- hairpiece, tiara, and sparkly outfit! Surely a sign of things to come with the wigs and bling of Irish Dance.





AnnaBeth didn't have the sparkles and fake hair back then, but she knew how to work a look.

Cold Rainy Saturday Afternoon

With cats



and books

Weekly Report -- March 27

In the past 2 weeks we've:

Continued reading Children of the New Forest (we've started keeping a tally of every time the author uses some for of the word "perceive").

Had to return Theras and His Town to the library because someone else needed it, heaven forbid. We've made it up to "Sparta", and will place a hold on another copy.

Read more about Famous Men of Greece.

Watched a really cool DVD: Me and Isaac Newton. I had read about it onHornblower's blog.

Thalia has continued work in Prentice-Hall Science Explorers, and in The Teaching Company Algebra 1. Also, she continues to speed towards the end of Latin for Children B.

AnnaBeth worked on multiplication table memorization in RightStart D, as well as more study of place value.

Thalia helped AnnaBeth memorize her lines for a musical she will be in during April.

Read lots of other books.

Went to lots of Irish Dance performances.

Random Dance Photos

Mostly because Kitten asked. Also, they were dancing outside on a sunny day, so my photos were less bad/actually look as though humans are in the photo somewhere.

If I manage to get a picture BEFORE a performance, I can usually get a smile (in contrast to, say, this shot after the parade



And usually while on stage we get smiles.



You'll never guess where we were today. Or what they serve there.



(Note the large bandage on the left knee. It looks really gross under there, believe me.)

Work in Progress Wednesday

First up, my interpretation of the Poonam baby sweater. I say "my interpretation" because the pattern is a little loosey-goosey -- if you want everything all laid out for you explicitly and correctly, this probably isn't the pattern for you. On the other hand, it's a free pattern.



I'm knitting it in Knit Picks Shine Sport, which is a cotton yarn. Very soft. Also, no spring, and fairly slick, so it keeps sliding off the needles (which seems to be the story of my knitting lately). I think I'm making the newborn - 3 months size, but don't remember, and would need to go contemplate the pattern to figure it out. I figure babies come in their own sizes, so baby sweater sizes are a little ... iffy.

Also, fabric Thalia purchased to make a couple of skirts for herself:



I think the bottom 2 are going to be used together, and the top will be used with something else that hasn't yet been purchased, but I could be wrong -- I'm not always privy to her inner vision.

And after snapping these 2 photos I noticed that my camera battery is low, so no other work-in-progress pictures to show at the moment. I need to recharge the battery before our next dance performance, which is later today. Although we may be down to one dancer in this house, due to an incident yesterday involving a scooter, some concrete, and various limbs ....

In Which Things Are Not What They Seem

We're supposed to go to Barnes-Jewish Hospital for a show this morning. SInce I've never been to the place before, I clicked on the hospital website's link to map our trip, which took me to a MoDOT (Missouri Dept. of Transportation) travel site. I dutifully filled in my address -- it already had the hospital address as the destination. And discovered that the hospital is over 800 miles from my house.

Because apparently we live in Lake Ontario.

At least, as far as MoDOT can tell, that's where we are.

So we must be going through some rift in the space-time continuum every time we leave the house, because I could swear we live in the St. Louis metro region. Eery, isn't it? I mean, I look out the window, and I see rolling hills, flora, and fauna like you'd expect in Missouri, but we're actually on a lake in the northeast.