Spencer loves his new bathtub crayons -- and so do all my other kids. Yesterday Jessie got a little excited about Halloween and put on our Indian costume then ran to the bathroom to put on her "war paint" with Spencer's crayons because they write on skin too, but wash off with just water.

This morning we found a fun surprise in the bathtub... little love messages and decorations.
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On Sunday we had Grandma Jennie over for dinner. Mark washed dishes while Ken and the kids cleaned up the kitchen (I was at a cub-scout meeting). I guess he thought he needed a wash too.

After a delicious meal of Split-Pea soup and homemade crescent rolls we played a few rounds of Abbie's new Cookie Game. The suction cup spoons help you pick up the ingredients you need for your recipe.


But watch out for the rotten eggs... then you have to put everything back and start collecting again. Spencer has been our best sport at this game. He feels bad when others get the rotten egg and he laughs when he gets it. This is just after he got the rotten egg. "Oh man, the rotten egg!"

Check out the book Jessie found at the school library. She just HAD to get it.

Other than that we put up 60 quarts of pears thanks to the help of Ken's mom. The next evening we did a batch of salsa, and the next night we did the same.
Friday morning Ken was ready to go to work, but his car wouldn't start. Luckily our neighbor was leaving right then and Ken was able to flag him down and get a ride. Abbie, Spencer and I decided that would make for a rough morning so we made a batch of cinnamon rolls to take up to him after we drooped Randy off at work. The kids always love going to see daddy at work and after we finally got Spencer to eat his lunch instead of run around he and Abbie drew pictures for us on the white board there. (As far as the car goes the wires to the battery had just come lose an easy fix. Although I had to tease Ken that the car had heard him the night before talking about selling that car and getting a new one.)

Saturday we tore out the garden since it was supposed to freeze Sunday night. We got enough tomatoes to make another 3 batches of salsa and then decided to go out for dinner (I think next time we'll just stay home. I like my food better.) At first I was sad to tear out the garden , but now when I look out the window I just feel glad. Glad we had a garden and glad that I don't have to take care of it anymore.
Yesterday Ken's mom came over and we tried to make mozzarella cheese from powdered milk. It didn't quite work and we ended up with curds that looked like Elmer's glue. GROSS! So I gave it too the chickens and they didn't mind.
I tried the recipe again this morning and it worked much better... but I haven't tasted it yet. It looked great when I put it in the fridge, but when I looked at it later it had a yellow tint to it and that's not supposed to happen. I think maybe I kneaded it too long. That's ok. So far I've learned to NOT use an aluminum pot, use stainless steal, heat it up very slowly and don't stir it too much. Then be very patient for the curd to form. And I guess as long as I'm still learning it's worth it so if this doesn't turn out I'll try it again.