Why I love homeschooling... #110

So I sent Ava downstairs to complete her morning jobs, which included cleaning off her dresser and dusting her room.  After her jobs were complete, she was to begin her school work.  Much to my surprise, she followed all of my directions... and this is how I found her at the table working!

As it turns out, she found these glasses-- which she made 3 months ago at VBS-- and HAD to wear them to school today!  And she worked diligently for the first hour in them! 

At the Bats game

Notice my very Polish son, who can't even see out the hole!

And my cool, hip-hop Ava!

Thanks, Grammie, for the tickets so we could have a fun afternoon with Daddy!

Time to kill???

What was I thinking???  Just when I sat down and propped my feet up, Kolby woke up.  Then, uncharacteristically, he spent the afternoon fussing.  So we just hung out together, Kolby and me.  He was mostly happy when I was holding him or talking to him, so that's what I did.  Amazing, when it's just me with one, how much attention I can give him!

I finally got him to lay down by 4 o'clock, and I thought I'd take a short nap since Brian and kids would be gone until about 6ish.... but guess who arrived home shortly after 4?  You guessed it.  Apparently, the kids were done before the 6th inning and it was hot.  So much for my short nap!

I guess I'll have plenty of time to kill when my children are grown and gone from my home.  And I can nap every day then... in the meantime, I'll just enjoy every minute I have with them-- especially the random moments I can catch to have one-on-one time with them!

Time to kill...

What do you do when you've got 4 hours to yourself?  I don't know; it rarely happens these days!

It's funny, I'm so used to having the kids and Brian and always something going on, I almost don't know what to do with myself!  But I'm going to relax and enjoy a quiet afternoon in the house with only Kolby, who naps the better part of the afternoon. 

Brian has taken the 3 older kids out to a Bats game.  His mom offered us 4 tickets, and after much discussion, Brian decided he wanted an afternoon date with just the 3 big ones.  And it gives me the afternoon off... well, kind of.

I'm going to prop my feet up and relax, and then figure out which things to do first, since I won't have as many interruptions as usual!  :-)

When will he outgrow this?

Today at lunch, we were all sitting around the table and I was feeding Kolby.  Roman, sitting quietly in his chair, asked, "Did Kolby punch you, Mommy?"

"No, baby.  Kolby didn't punch me.  Kolby is eating his cereal."

Roman asks, "Can I punch you, Mommy?"

"No, baby.  We don't punch."

"Can I punch the girls?" he asks.

"No, Roman.  We don't punch the girls, either."

"Awww, not again!  I want to punch the girls!"

Haven't I already said in some other post, "This is my life!"???  :-)

One of these days....

This morning, Kolby was in his excersaucer playing, and he let out a yelp and started crying.  When I came into the kitchen, I found Roman sitting next to him.  "Why is Kolby crying, Roman?  What did you do to him?"


Roman's answer, "I squished him."

A civics field trip

We took a field trip today to Taylorsville/Spencer County GOP Headquarters for a hands-on lesson about politics-- specifically, how a bill becomes a law, what it means to debate, what it means to be a commonwealth, and KY tradition.  Can you tell from the photos below what KY tradition they enacted?

Ella was ecstatic about wearing a big flowered hat--  NOT!

But Ava really was thrilled to be a jockey.

The big race outside... our friend, Mira, was Ava's trainer.

I was able to get Ella to smile for a minute because I promised her she could take the hat off!  :-)

The whole group, all homeschooled kids and their siblings, along with the officials from Spencer County who planned the whole thing. 

Even I learned a lot today!

He sleeps...

My sweet baby boy, who is normally a belly sleeper, fell asleep tonight on his play mat.  He's just recently found his fingers and is content sucking on 2 at a time.  Fingers in the mouth, feet up in the air, and sound asleep!  How precious!

Date night and the girls' first concert

For the past several years, Brian and I have made a Date Night out of WJIE Day at the fair.  There's always a free concert, so we've left the kids with family and had some couple time. 

This year, because the girls are into the music we listen to on the radio, we decided to take them along for their first concert.  Francesca Battestelli and MercyMe were the performing artists, and the girls were pretty familiar with their music , mostly just 2 recent songs.  But they were excited to go to the fair again and to attend their first real concert. 

On our first trip to the fair Friday with Mawmaw, we saw the balloon people starting this display.  They only had the legs to the octopus and nothing was hung yet.  So it was pretty neat seeing this whole thing complete!  The girls were pretty amazed at how it all turned out!

At the concert with Daddy....

Goofing off while waiting for MercyMe....

All that waiting, and Ava only made it through the first song!  She slept soundly for the entire MercyMe concert until the very last song, "All of Creation," when she sat up in my lap and smiled.  The next day, we were talking about the concert and I asked if they liked it and if it was what they expected it to be.  Ella said, "I didn't know they were going to sing 1,000 songs!"  Ava replied, "They didn't.... they only sang 2 or 3!"  I laughed because that's all she heard!

On our way out, the girls saw the fountain all lit up and wanted a photo...

And Ava had trouble keeping up with us on the walk to the car, so Daddy helped out....

What do you want to be when you grow up?

At lunch today, in the middle of conversation about animals, Ava gets a pensive look on her face and says, "Wait, I forgot.  Ella, what do you want to be when you grow up?" 

Ella replies, "A doctor."

Ava says, "What kind of doctor?"

Ella says, "Any kind of doctor.... or maybe a cashier.  I don't know yet."

Laughing to myself, I ask her, "What kind of cashier?"

Ella replies, "I don't know, probably at Kroger... when people shop there, they always buy LOTS of things!"

Such grande aspirations at such an early age ....  :-)

How can this baby be this happy this late at night?!

It's almost 11 o'clock and Kolby hasn't had a nap in his own bed for 3 days... I'm ready for bed, but he's not!!

A princess, but not who you'd expect!

Our little princess....

Brian tells me by laughing and taking photos of him, I'm encouraging this behavior.  I just say I'm going to have great photos for his wife someday!!  :-)

And not to be outdone, Ava decides to dress up and dance....

Family night

We've officially designated Thursday nights as "Family Night".  Although we spend at least 3-4 nights each week just playing with the kids, the girls want to have something official on the calendar.
I don't know why, but our girls have been asking if we can "family night" the past 3-4 nights at dinner.  I'm thinking maybe they heard someone say they have family night in their house, but who knows.  Tonight I asked them what they wanted family night to consist of.  "Games" was Ella's vote, "Popcorn and movies" was Ava's. 

So tonight, we're having a Wii night and beginning Thursday this week, we're going to have "Family Night".  Roman is "punching his jaws out" in some punching game, according to Ava.  I think she was trying to mimic Brian when he said, "Roman, you'd better punch because you're getting your jaws jacked!"

Ella suggested we have a drawing each week to see who gets to pick the activities.  She's so organized and structured and likes to plan all the details of our events... wonder where she gets that?  :-)

Cow poop

Recently, I've explained to the girls how our bodies take food and turn it into energy.  What I love about homeschooling is that I can take things we talk about in school and show real life examples to help them better understand a concept.

Friday at the fair, we were walking through the cow hall and there was manure everywhere.  The girls were complaining about the smell and I told them that the cow's poop was just natural.  "Remember how we talked about our bodies using food for energy?  What our bodies don't use turns to poop.  Since cows eat only hay and grass, when they don't use all of it for energy, their bodies are just pooping hay and grass, even though it looks different."

I am pleased to announce that my children are absorbing a bit of what I teach them....

At dinner tonight, we were talking about how our bodies use food.  I was hoping they would remember that our bodies turn food into energy, but when I asked what our bodies do with food, Ava shouted, "POOP!!!"

Brian almost choked on his dinner.

A busy day at the fair

Ever since I can remember, my mom has taken me-- and now my kids-- to the KY State Fair.  We always go early and stay late, and see everything there is to see except the Midway.... we don't do rides, never have.  But the kids don't even ask-- they're just excited about all the other things we get to do each year.  Below are a few pix from this year....

My mom ("Mawmaw") and Ella checking out the rock climbing wall.  Mawmaw made it further up the wall than Ella!!  She actually rang the bell at the top!  WAY TO GO, MAWMAW!

While we wait, Ava takes pictures of her brothers.

Roman on the "motorcycle" in the Army Reserve tent.

Roman's first trip through Safety Town alone!

The favorite spot of the day: the baby ducks going down the slide!  Roman was FASCINATED with them!!

Dancing on stage with FairBear

KET day means getting to meet "The Cat in the Hat"...

... and also getting to WATCH "The Cat in the Hat!"

Roman after jousting with Ella at the Army Reserve tent!  (He won!)

And, of course, no day at the fair would be complete without a ride (or three!) up and down the escalators in the new North Lobby!

Thanks, Mawmaw and Poppy, for a wonderfully fun and exhausting day at the fair!!

Rescue jammies

Roman says, "I have on my rescue jammies!"  And he runs through the house shouting, "To the rescue, and beyond!", which is a cross between a super hero and Buzz Lightyear.

Then Ava says, "I'll be your princess and you can rescue me!"  And Roman says, "No!  I not a princess!  I a super hero!"

And when we tell the super hero/Buzz Lightyear it's time for bed, he says, "The sun came up!"

He's so much fun to live with!  :-)

A funny thing

So it wasn't such a bad day after all... but poor Roman, he's been a trooper through it all.

Even though Roman busted his forehead and had to get stitches, I was able to get most of school done with the girls while the boys napped, I finished cleaning the bathroom that I was in the middle of when Roman crashed, I got Ella to the gym on time tonight and we had a nice time at McAllister's then church.  

Praise God!!

A funny thing at McAllister's: A woman sitting at the table next to me started talking to Kolby and after telling me about her family and asking about ours, she asked if she could hold Kolby.  She said, "He looks nothing like your other son."  I laughed and told her that many people have asked if Kolby is mixed, Hispanic or Asian.  But he's not, he just looks like his Daddy, who is also none of those.  She told me her daughter (who she was waiting on) was trying to have children... funny how much information you get from strangers sometimes! 
Anyhow, I told her that Kolby was a surprise blessing from Heaven and to be careful what you pray for.  When her daughter arrived, the lady was holding Kolby and told her about the kids.  The daughter asked me, "Where is this one from-- is he adopted?" 
Again, I had to laugh and explain to this lady the same thing I've told people over and over again since Kolby's birth.  I love it that he is so different and that he looks so much like Brian!

It's not even lunchtime!

What was I just saying last night about my little Roman?  That he's into everything, yet pretty laid back.  And that he recovers quickly from things.

We just got back in the door from the doctor, and my little angel just got 3 stitches right between his eyes.  While I was cleaning my bathroom this morning, Roman was playing on my bed-- which is not allowed, and for good reason.  Somehow, he managed to end up on the floor between my bed and the side table, screaming his head off.  I heard the thud, so I went to pick him up, saying, "I'm sure that hurt!"  But I wasn't prepared for his face to be covered in blood!

When he removed his hands and I wiped away some blood, I could see that he had split his forehead between his eyebrows.  I was able to get him to lay down and slow the blood, but it wouldn't stop completely.  So I called the doctor and off we went... after turning off the stove (preparing soup for lunch guests), waking Kolby and nursing him (he was napping), and getting my cleaning clothes off and putting on something that was at least a little presentable.  (I still smelled like bleach, though!)

The split was just over an inch long and the doctor didn't think glue would close it completely without leaving a big scar, so she suggested stitches and said she'd call Kosair to let them know we were coming.  Cancel the lunch plans, take a deep breath and get it together... then call mom to see if she would be able to meet me to take the 3 other kids so I could stay with Roman.

All's well that ends well.... we were able to get the necessary treatment at the pediatrician's office instead of heading to Kosair's, but it wasn't pleasant.  As I was heading out the door, the doctor caught me and said she could stitch him there.  I had to hold my baby down, along with another nurse holding his head while the doctor gave his numbing shots and stitched him.

And Roman?  Well, after screaming the entire time we were holding him down, "I all done, Mommy.  I don't want anymore!", he promptly sat up when the doctor finished and asked for a sucker.  We wiped away the remaining tears, he opened his goody bag, and began playing with his cars. 

Almost like nothing ever even happened.  Just like I described him last night.  Thank goodness for my kids and their unique personalities!  :-)

Such unique little people...

They sleep... Brian is out late every night this week for work stuff, so I'm running solo this week.  Thank you, Lord, for being with me every step of the way!

As I nursed Kolby before bed tonight, I couldn't help but to wonder what kind of little person he's going to grow into.  Because Brian is gone, I've done all the normal routines yesterday and today alone, so I've gotten a bit more of the kids and their personalities than usual.  This is so apparent because it is at bedtime-- when they're tired-- that their unique personalities come out.

Roman went down first tonight because he hadn't napped today.  Roman is into everything, never stopping; yet, somehow, in the midst of the going, he's totally laidback.  Everything seems to roll right off his back.  It could be that he's a boy, and that's how he's wired.  Because compared to the girls, who hold tightly to their emotions before getting over something, Roman is pretty quick to resolve whatever feeling he may be having at that moment. 
For example, he didn't want to get a bath after dinner tonight.  He told me at least three times at dinner, "The sun came up.  I don't wanna' bath."  Roman tells me "the sun came up" more times each day than I can count... that's his way of saying he doesn't think he should be in bed.  However, when he got up from the table, even though he was still verbally protesting, he ran straight to the bathroom and began disrobing.  Then the bath was relatively easy, because when Roman cries that something bothers him in the tub (like getting his hair rinsed), I can simply say, "It doesn't hurt, it's fun!"  And he promptly replies, "It's fun?"  And no more fussing.  It's really usually that simply with him.
After the bath came jammies and a story.  He cried for a minute that he wasn't sleepy, as he rubbed his eyes.  But he told me he didn't want me to sing, he just wanted in his bed.  Hmmmm.... not sleepy? 

One down, three to go.

I went to nurse Kolby and that's when I began thinking about each of the kids.  Kolby has started watching me while he nurses, and he often smiles, which makes him unlatch and milk spill down his chin.  It's so stinkin' cute I can't stand it, especially since he's the last one I'll get to nurse.  Anyhow, I asked him tonight while he was eating what he was going to be like and he just grinned like he knew something I didn't.  The girls are so different in so many ways that I often wonder if (and sometimes hope that) Kolby and Roman will follow suit.  As much fun and exhausting as Roman can be, I love that the girls have such different personalities because they both add so much to our family.
Back to Kolby... he's so laid back and easy these days.  It seems he just takes it all in, all the activity, the noise, the chaos-- he just watches.  And when it's too quiet or calm, I think he doesn't know what to do, so he usually fusses.  He likes to be where the noise is.  But tonight, probably because Roman was already asleep, it was relatively quiet and instead of fussing, he just laid in his bed with his music.

Two down, two to go.

The girls were supposed to take care of their kitchen jobs while I got Kolby down (which is usually about 20-30 minutes.)  Of course, when I was finished feeding Kolby, they STILL hadn't gotten everything done, but they were having fun being silly, so I let it go.  They were pleading for some ice cream tonight, so I agreed that if they showered and did the bedtime routine quickly, we could all eat a bowl together.  The race was on.  It's amazing how quickly they are able to do things when they're working towards a purpose... isn't that the same for most of us?
It amazes me that these two little girls could be so different.  Most people think they resemble each other, and I don't completely disagree.  But with a closer look, you'll see they're not that much alike at all.  While Ella has long, straight hair, Ava's is short and curly.  While Ella is tall, strong and solid, Ava is shorter and more petite. 
And their personalities?  Well, they're as different as their hair and bodies, possibly more so.  Ella is a typical first-born; she seeks approval in most things and generally tries to do the right thing.  She prefers structure, she's very particular about things being a certain way, and she's almost a perfectionist.  She wakes ready to take on the day and has the most amazing smile-- she can light up a room with it. 
Ava is freer, preferring less structure and more creativity.  She is the most observant child I've ever met and tells the most amazing stories you'll ever hear.  And she likes to figure things out on her own... never really going with the crowd or caring what other people think.  Just hearing her laugh will make you laugh, and she's sweet and compassionate, too.
Because they are so different, and most of the things we do with them includes both girls, we often make goals where both of them have to accomplish it to get the reward.  For example, tonight they both had to be finished with bedtime routines and kitchen jobs by 7:45 in order to get the ice cream.  Ella is generally the one who watches the clock and completes the tasks quickly.  Ava, on the otherhand, is much freer and enjoys observing the world around herself a bit more.  Thus, it's usually Ella chiding Ava to hurry up so they get the reward.  Tonight, surprisingly enough, it was Ava who was out of the shower first and ready to go.  Ella soon followed and we shared a relaxing treat of ice cream before they headed off to bed.

Four down....

Lord, please let them all sleep soundly tonight.  And thank you for each of these precious children and their unique personalities.  They each add so much to our family, and I know the world will be a different place because each of them are in it.  Thank you for choosing me to be their mom... give me strength and wisdom to guide them toward You.  In Jesus' name I pray. Amen.

A pretty amazing woman

I've been feeling the need to write about my mom.  She's a pretty amazing woman, but just recently we were talking and I started thinking about what a selfless person she is, and I felt the need to share.

If you know me, you know that my folks-- especially my mom-- do a lot for me.  There's rarely a day that passes that my mom and I don't talk.  My mom always knows what's going on in my life and is always wanting to help in some way.  She just told me today that she woke up at midnight last night because she wasn't sure that I had made it home okay! 

This is nothing new in my life, though.  My mom has always looked out for both my brother and me.  And while my family, including my dad, my brother, his wife, and kids, are very close, my mom is definitely the proverbial glue that bonds us all together.  That's not to say that I wouldn't be close with my brother, sister-in-law and their kids without my mom... it's just that she's intricately woven into our relationships.

You might know that my mom is a cancer survivor... the day after I found out I was pregnant with Ella in January 2003, my mom found out she probably had cancer.  Then, about a week later, the doctors confirmed it was non-Hodgkins lymphoma.  After surgery, chemotherapy and radiation, the doctors declared her cancer-free.  It wasn't an easy year, but she came through it with strong determination and even stronger faith.  And it hasn't been an easy recovery emotionally for her, but she has remained strong through it all.

What is amazing about my mom is that she has taken her experience and stood by several friends and acquaintances through their cancer experiences.  She's waited at the hospital by a friend's side while her husband was in surgery to see if his cancer had spread; walked alongside another friend through breast cancer; stood by the casket of a young friend next to his mom in the midst of her own cancer journey; taken a friend's husband for his radiation treatments; listened to an old acquaintance talk of her discovery of breast cancer.... and through it all, she's lended her strength to these people because of her own survival.

But the most incredible part of all this-- and just about everything my mom does for others-- is that she does it without any fanfare or, oftentimes, recognition.  She doesn't make a show of it; she just lives her life reaching out to others and sharing her strength. 

Amazing, that woman. 

Mom, I hope I can be as self-less as you are in helping others.  I love you!

Those funny things they do...

I'm not sure that I can completely capture Roman's funny from yesterday with just this story and picture, but I'm going to try.

We were at my parent's house and Ava and Roman got to take a trip to the attic with Poppy to get the walker for Kolby.  (See photos below for my very helpful girls cleaning and disinfecting it so their baby brother could roll around!)  Roman and Ava were both barefooted, but because it was Poppy and not Mawmaw that led the attic trip, they still got to go up and walk around.  :-)  Thus, their feet were a mess.

Before they came back in the house (this attic is in my folk's detached garage), Mawmaw said they had to clean up their feet.  She suggested a wet rag, but Poppy thought the hose would be a better idea. 

Now, Roman LOVES the hose and water of any kind.... so I knew this could potentially be a wet mess, but I went along anyway.  Poppy, Ava and Roman are outside getting the hose out and before I walk back into the house, I tell Roman, "Do not get your clothes wet... feet only.  Just wash your legs and feet."  And I can see that he is holding the hose against his legs where a tiny bit of his shorts are getting wet.  But I continued into the house because it appeared to me that he was trying to be obedient. 

As I walk into the house, my dad is saying something to me that I can't quite understand, but I took it to be a reprimand to Roman of some kind.  So I tell my dad, "I told him feet and legs only.  He's not going to spray his clothes on purpose, but they might get a little wet because he's only 2 and doesn't control the hose that well."  Still, the look my dad was giving me and him shaking his head led me to believe Roman wasn't doing what I told him to do. 

So I went back outside... to find Roman hosing only his feet, but sitting on the driveway in the water, downhill from the direction the hose was running!  He was following my directions (something unsual these days!), but still soaking wet!!  The photos below show his diligence in keeping the hose on his feet, but he's still sitting in the water!  We just had to laugh!

Working so hard to keep the hose only on his feet!

But sitting in the water, downhill from the flow!

My very helpful girls getting the very old walker cleaned up so Kolby can play!

"Getting rid of the clutter"

Oftentimes, the things that help me to be a better mom have little or nothing to do with mothering and more to do with my walk with God. 

Today, our church service was just that.  From the first song to the last, and the message and prayers in between, I was moved deeply and led directly. 

"I will never be the same again, I can never return, I've closed the door..." I sung so honestly and with such fervor because I'm "all in".  The decision to homeschool has been something I've struggled with and prayed over for a long time.  Even last year, when I homeschooled Ella in the fall, I wasn't fully committed.  Not with my whole heart, mind and soul.  I had one foot in the homeschooling camp and one foot in the "normal" camp. 
We enrolled her in school in January because I needed something off of my plate.  Ever said those words, "I've taken on too much and something's got to give"?  Well for me last year, it was homeschooling.  The one thing I had prayed so directly about and the one thing I felt that God had told me to do, I chose to let go of... and when God directs and we disobey, there are consequences.  Those consequences are not always that something bad happens to us; more often, the consequence is the blessing we miss out on when we don't follow His lead.

This year, the first 2 weeks of school have been amazing!  I feel like God is pouring out His blessing on me and the kids every day, and I think I missed this entirely when I sent Ella to school last spring.  It's not just our school books and curriculum, but the life lessons I've been able to teach the kids that make it all worthwhile. 

I've been eliminating some of the busy-ness from our lives so I can focus my energy where God has led me to focus-- my kids.  I've been saying for a few weeks (months?) that I've "whittled" my schedule... said "no" to things that I would usually say "yes" to... so that I'm not distracting myself from my purpose.

And guess what the title of today's message was?  You guessed it: "Getting rid of the clutter!"  Rick's words pierced my heart and convicted me further, but they also validated some of the "no's" that I've had to say lately.  The point of his message: "Get rid of the things that distract you from your God-given purpose".... and 2 statements during that message both encouraged and challenged me. 

First, he talked about how Moses climbed Mt. Sinai and met with God.  "Moses discovered the place where God would move and he went there."  While we don't have to climb a mountain to experience God in our lives, we do have to discover the place where God will move in our lives... and go there.  For me, homeschooling is that place.  The calling I've received wasn't something I wanted or even asked for... I've often said, "I'm not the homeschooling-type."  I'm not even-tempered, patient, or disciplined; I was scared to death to take on the huge responsibility of educating my children because I can be "crazy mom!"  But when we prayed (Brian and I both prayed separately about this decision), we both felt like God directed us to do this.  And then we realized that leading our children to God was a far greater responsibility than merely educating them!  This made the decision to homeschool seem less daunting, but no less difficult.  And now, by obeying God-- even when it's hard, much more difficult than I expected-- I have found that place that God will move in my life, and I'm there!!  And I am seeing him move over and over again each day in our home, in my marriage and in the lives of my children!!  What could be more exciting?!!?

The second statement Rick made that spoke directly to me was, "The minute Moses stepped away from God, he stopped glowing."  When Moses met with God and all His glory on Mt. Sinai, he glowed-- like a glow worm!  Can you imagine?  How evident!  Moses couldn't escape the glow after meeting with God, and the people around him were amazed (and terrified).... and Moses kind of liked it.  But the further Moses drew away from God and His glory on that mountaintop meeting, the less he glowed.  He even wore a veil so the people wouldn't know he wasn't glowing anymore.  (Instead of just returning to God, he faked it....)

Do you get it?  "The minute he stepped away from God, he stopped glowing."  Another message God wants me to hear, loud and clear-- "Stay with me, and you'll glow."  The whole purpose of me schooling the girls at home was to learn to rely more on God and less on myself.  "Stay with me".... and I feel like I'm glowing on the inside because I love the mom that I am when I'm with God....  I don't like the mom I am when I'm just going it alone.

"I give you me, all that I have, not holding back, but every part; all that I am and hope to be, Lord I am blessed, when I give you me."  We closed today with another song that touched my soul.  Rick often says, "Don't sing it if you don't mean it."  I tell you, living for God's purpose is the most freeing thing I've ever done... and crazy as it sounds, the challenges of homeschooling have lifted me and given me more energy and strength than I ever could have imagined! 

"Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be the glory!"  Eph 3:20-21

EasyBakin' Saturday mornin' with Daddy....

Is it okay for kids to have "fudgy chocolate chip cookies with frosting" for breakfast

if we're learning while we eat?  :-)

Kolby wants to EasyBake, too!