the juice of eight oranges

this morning i decided to juice the eight oranges we bought last week. it took a little while, and it is surprising just how little juice comes from one orange. i proudly poured the juice into my newly thrifted pitcher. my wonderful helper larkin was holding up the tablecloth so i could have a nice background instead of the view of the living room. well, he did a great job. in fact, when he started to lower the tablecloth, i asked him to hold it up high one more time so i could make sure i got a good shot. he did just what he was asked, only he held it up a little too high. and seriously, in 15 seconds we went from the photo above to this...
how's that for blogland reality? i could have let you all think that we had a perfect little fresh squeezed morning with no accidents. but, what is the fun in that?

and for those of you who like to read about what lucy is saying these days, here is a photo of a play-doh heart she made this morning...

she came to me crying because she couldn't remove it from the cookie cutter...at least that is what i thought. so, after removing it for her and it not satisfying her, here is our brief conversation...

mommy: there you go. you just needed to push it out of the cookie cutter.

lucy: (still crying and pointing to the uneven play-doh) no, it's not. look.

mommy: baby, that just adds character.

lucy: (distraught) i don't want character!

mommy: (to myself) oh, but you do.

she soon got over this disappointment and went on to "mowing" the grass. check out that fashion! oh, and if you look closely, you can get a little glimpse of our rooster, cary grant.