Duncan

This li'l doggie was born out of my first attempt to create a critter from Sock and Glove: Creating Charming Softy Friends from Cast-Off Socks and Gloves by Miyako Kanamori.

Button Wreath

I love doing a craft that, whether you're 5 or 55, the process and product are delightfully simple!
(Thanks, Julie!)

"What's Fer Supper?"

Saturday night's debut of Basil Shrimp Fettuccine was a hit with my hubby! However, for my less-seasoned tasters, next time I'll hold the cayenne to be added individually. Definitely a permanent menu option!

Scrabble Scramble

To help sharpen word skills, we've been playing Rummy Roots and a variation of Scrabble as part of our afternoon routine. Rummy Roots is played as "Go Fish", or in this game, "Go Diggin'" as we try to make the most matches of English prefixes and suffixes with their original Greek or Latin roots.

In our own version of a recently learned Scrabble variation, the board is not used and all tiles are face-down in the middle. Each player pulls 7 tiles. On "go" we try to arrange the tiles into words, either in crossword style or not. When a player has used all of his own letters, he says "take one" and all do so. This continues until no tiles are left in the draw pile. As soon as someone uses all of their letters, he says "stop". The point value of unused letters tells each player how many points to remove from used letters. The score value of the remaining used tiles equal each person's score for that hand. It's proved to be an effective way to strengthen word skills!

A Snow Day!

After a tolerable dose of math and history, Jake and Kylie ventured into Monday's nasty but welcomed conditions until hunger brought them back. Meanwhile, the semi-blizzard threw me into a bit of a baking jag...

M&M cookies!

An oatmeal pie for my man...

and banana bread for breakfasts.

While snow clothes tumbled in the dryer and they refueled, we took in our current read-aloud, The Dog Who Wouldn't Be, Farley Mowat's comical account of a dog that seemingly refuses to believe he's a dog. Then it was back to snow tunneling until they reappeared with wind-chapped cheeks just as supper appeared on the table. A pleasant day's memory made with what was probably Winter's last hurrah.