The Vegetable War.....

Ben sometimes doesn't want to eat any of his vegetables. There are days he won't eat any of his food that has even touched his vegetables. Typical boy, I guess.

The other day was one of those Vegetable War days, when no amount of bribing or coercing was helping. Tim got creative and did this with some of the vegetables:

Ben wasn't sure what to make of this at first...

Wasn't long before he decided it would be kind of fun to eat the "eyes"...
... then and "nose"...


Dad reloads/rebuilds:
Ben deconstructs again:

Soon Ben decided he needed to make his own vegetable face:

It's not as easy as it looks... lol
He did it!

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Vegetarian - that's an old Indian word meaning "lousy hunter."

~Andy Rooney

A bit of pink....

Am posting this layout here for my scrappy friends. I ventured out of my comfort zone with this one and used a bit of pink. Hot pink. Discovered that the pinks and oranges work well with many of my photos and have been using more pink ever since. Maybe it's hormonal? Menopause waiting in the wings? LOL



I choose the title because in my life I've come across people who have told me that although they think it's OK for guys to hunt, women shouldn't. (If course I whole-heartedly disagree with them! lol)

Another reason my thoughts have turned to "pink" is that another one of my dear friends is struggling with breast cancer. We'd hoped she was in remission, but new spots have showed up in other areas and she's undergoing treatment again. We hope and pray that she'll be healed!

Stay tuned, more pink to come! :)

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Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult.

~Charlotte Whitton

Hitting the Beach!

Ben and I took a road trip to Goderich today with my friend Mary-Lou and my Mom. The weather was perfect - not quite warm enough to make the water tempting, but sunny and pleasant.

Looking forward to spending a few more days at the beach this year!

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A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.

~James Dent