So what does it mean when you go to the grocery store to buy goodies to celebrate the new year, and come home with --
brussels sprouts to roast
cauliflower to steam & butter
mushrooms, cucumbers, and tomatoes?
I think we must be old farts.
Old farts who OD-ed on treats last weekend.
Fish fingers and custard.
It's something that Doctor 11 enjoyed.
And no, they're not really fish sticks. They're cookies designed to look like fish sticks. Even though my tastebuds told me this was quite the yummy snack, my brain just couldn't cope with the looks of it.
[shudder] Fish fingers and custard. [shudder]
By the way, notice 11's sonic screwdriver also on the tray. And it just so happens that on the back of the table is the box for Gary's "Disappearing Tardis Mug" from Paul and Mandy. Combine that with timeshares for Gary and Maggie, in ownership of a brand-spankin'-new Dr Who lunchbox, and sonic screwdrivers for Matt and Rachel, and we shall call this a very merry Dr-Who Christmas.
French-Fried Frog Legs!!!!
"I'm goin' on a picnic and I'm taking ....
FRENCH-FRIED FROG LEGS, eggs, dandelion greens, carrots, bananas, and apples."
[Whew. Good thing nobody had heard of fish fingers and custard back then.]
Andrew wanted a hair cut. When I cut it to 3/4" that wasn't enough for him. So I buzzed him shorter. Wow -- it's hard to recognize him now.
So it takes three adults to dress one child in snowsuit, mittens, and other outdoor paraphenalia. And Katie can accomplish this feat quicker than the three of us put together.
Matt and Katie taking the girls sledding down the "hill" in the backyard. Isn't the light gorgeous off the snow when twilight is approaching?
Okay, so there are other pictures. Tomorrow or the next day I'll try to post pictures from the weekend. But first there are chores to catch up with. It's been a very nice few days. Plenty of chance to soak up God's Word at church, and plenty of time to hang out with my dear kiddoes.