Storytime

It is bedtime. We are snuggled in bed together and Karist informs me she is going to tell me a bedtime story. Here is her story:

Baby Jesus was born.
Baby Jesus died.

That is it. I laughed and corrected her and told her that Jesus grew up before he died. And the conversation wandered all over after that.


Next day.
She tells the kids she is going to tell them a story.
Here it is word for word:

Baby Jesus was born.
He grewed up.
Jesus died. He died.


At least she was paying attention the night before.

Free

So we had a morning free of T.V. and Internet and this is some of what we did:


We made really free Christmas lights.
The paper was a discard from Becka's and they use no power.
It was good practice for all 4 kids using scissors... they cut them all.




Cookies. Not free but almost except the sticks.



We were so busy crafting, cleaning, cooking and learning that we were mostly free of complaining and fighting.