Good weekend, with some rough spots.

Nathan was gone Fri night, and that was just fine, because he was off work Friday and he went to the grocery store and the flower pot store with Lola and I.

Cool pots, man.  

Lowe's does not carry these.  Colmia's is my (flower) pot place.

  I made the girls eat our garden arugula and bribed with ice cream.  It was successful with a little squirming and gagging.  They'll like it some day.  We're having more tonight.  Persistence.

Saturday night Claire stayed with a friend, which, we should have all prepared ourselves for the emotional explosion that happens when a little girl gets 5 hours of sleep.  Sunday afternoon and evening was spent coaxing a napping/crying girl to finish her homework.  Bla.  And I think I had to apologize to her 7 times.  Stressful.

Also last week, Lola helped me bust up some egg yolk.  Which she prefers to call, "Busting up the unborn baby chicks that could have been born, but someone put them in the cold machine." :(

I think Lola got old-milk-poisoning last week.  Sudden vomiting every 30 minutes for 5 hours, and then vwalla, she was fine and great.  And Riley discovered that our milk was very old.  

We connected those dots.

Kate was bored while we planted flower seeds, so she took the sharpie to the house.

The piano tuner has come, the arugula is washed, scones are baked, Lola is singing Let It Go to Lucy.  Should exercise now.  But I'm reading an intriguing book that was in Oprah's book club and on my family Kindle list, called Drowning Ruth.  My my, it's hard to pull away.