After church last Sunday I sent DJ and the kids blackberry picking so that I could accidentally fall asleep while reading 99 cent books on my Kindle. When will I learn, I ask you?! When?! Here are their pickings:
And so I made jam.
Did you catch that?
I made JAM!
Elise, who can barely remember to remove the plastic wrapping from her frozen Digiorno, made JAM.
It was glorious.
At least I think so. I didn't actually taste it before I left it up in Seattle. For all I know it's total crap. I even gave a jar to my friend without tasting it. I am either wildly confident or stupid. Maybe both.
Sometime after the jam project we drove up to Deception Pass and from thence onto Whidbey Island.
The day before we flew home our friends invited us over for homemade sushi and a badminton tournament - a winning combination! We divided into four teams and therefore only three teams received a medal and got to sing "O Canada" with their hands over their hearts. Let's play Spot the Canadian:
Why isn't there a medal for fourth place? There should be. I'm inventing one right now and it's aluminum. Filled with chocolate.
Monday morning we woke up really early and hopped a plane to Las Vegas.
But there was no time for mourning. Have you ever been in an airport with four children, three 50 pound suitcases, a carseat, three kid-sized carry-ons, and a purse loaded with granola bars? In Las Vegas?
People stare at you.
It is the Olympics of motherhood. And I got the aluminum medal.
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