Teachers

The little people are great teachers. Although it seems like Monte and me should be doing the teaching, we were on the receiving end... and may even come away from the weekend having learned a thing or two.

Pancakes always taste better when in the shape of your name.

Pants are optional... when you're three... and when you're riding a trike (AKA "plowing the field").

Do not try to coax a three-year-old who is riding a trike (AKA "plowing the field") into pants. It won't end well.

Do not try to feed children couscous. This one should be obvious... I'll be cleaning this stuff up for months.

No matter how hard you may try, or how long you soak in the bath, getting couscous out of hair is nearly impossible.

The sky, just after sunset, at harvest time is my favorite thing.

The little people didn't teach me this one... I've known it for a long time.

Although they were teachers this weekend, the little people are learning too. From Monte and me and all on their own.

Gavin is learning that he too loves the sky, just after sunset, at harvest time... for its beauty and because there aren't many places better than in a combine, with Bapa... but that is something that he's also known for a long time.