The Science Symposium - sounds imposing and important, huh? - was held this week at school. The kids had a good time preparing, they both developed their own ideas after several pointed suggestions from science teacher dad.
Rikard wanted to test what chocolate chip cookies would be like with and without baking soda. So, we whipped up a couple of batches. Rikard really has some *mad skills* in the kitchen, or so he tells me. He likes to make the cookie dough scoop work.
These were some of his finest cookies. They didn't survive to make the trip to school - heck, they didn't even survive til morning.
Tatum's project was a bit more involved. She compared the evaporation rates between muddy and salty water. Downstairs in the mad scientist portion of the basement (Rick and Tatum's workroom) they developed these miniature environments under a heat lamp. Tatum ran her test a couple of times, always coming up with new questions.
They could only take a single display board to the symposium. Tatum used her new camera to document her test and did a pretty fair job of presenting her stuff for the event.
Keeli, the little queen of destruction, attended the symposium too. She went straight for the volcanoes.
Sadly for mom, the symposium was on a night she has class. So, dad rounded the evening out with dinner at the local pizza parlor. Isn't he the greatest?!




I was really pleased with it once I got it out of the cast iron skillet it was cooked/baked in. The edges of the pancake were nice and crisp. The apples were warm, soft and a perfect mixture of sweet and tart. See your pretty green plate Nancy?
There are numerous recipes out there and this was from my America's 
The fog had lifted a bit earlier inthe afternoon. The frost covered the trees, making the landscapes seem almost black and white. I'm sure there is some sort of field or crop under all that snow, but it is still deep enough in most places that aren't city streets to cover quite a bit.

My nephew Bailey came for a visit and left worn out, tired even. He arrived Friday night and the kids played video games, watched movies, went sledding, had a snowball fight with a guy down the street and ate everything in sight. Once we hit the road taking him home Sunday afternoon, it was lights out for Bailey.


while Rick would like you to think he once again did all the work, the management company (sounds like the mob) did the work. That pile of snow is duplicated in the back yard and some had to be moved across the street!
At 4 years old she will eat all the meat from the steak and then chew on the bone for the rest of the meal. Same with chicken, lamb, pork.