Creative Friday

Eva was sick on Friday, but Ashley was coming to play anyway, so she sat in her pajamas by the window, watching and waiting.

When I got dressed that morning, Eva said, "Jill had a shirt that color!" It's not just the same color, it's the same shirt. And I did wonder if she would be wearing it as well. She wore the same shirt, different color.

I had planned to grill some burgers and made homemade buns out of the miracle bread recipe. I've made them before with the wheat recipe, but never with the white. Even though I patted them into bun shapes before baking, they puffed up into these round balls. Tasty, but not exactly what I had in mind.

The girls played on the tramp for quite a while, until Eva came running up the stairs, screaming. She said a wasp perched on her hand. It took a few minutes to determine that she had actually been stung. (I wasn't too surprised that she was screaming about a mere brush with a wasp. Then I felt badly for not taking it more seriously.)

Fortunately, Jill knew a miracle cure for taking the sting and swelling away: a baking soda and water paste. I slathered her little finger with the paste and covered it with a band-aid and she was off playing in a matter of minutes! I know how much those wasp bites can sting, so I was quite impressed and relieved.

Would that I had some sort of contraption to make sure that this was the only view Jill had access to while sitting across from me. I was having a scary hair/face/body day and kept telling her to just avert her eyes.

The girls had snacks and coloring supplies galore.

I love that Jill spontaneously makes me good mail labels. Although I told her I could cut them apart myself, she did it and presented them to me in a tiny bag. So cute.

Jill, cutting stacks of labels.

I was trying to capture the many different jewelry items the girls were sporting, but this is what I got instead. Eva didn't want Ashley to leave.

At least Jill captured the rings!

An array of postage that Jill used – quite the variety!

Max was home for the second C.F. in a row, coughing and coughing. I think I would have gone crazy if Jill hadn't come over!