This weekend was a nice one for our little family. It was worth reviewing. Not every weekend is worth mentioning. But here it is.
The Weekend Movie
Beatrix Potter’s Complete Tales is part of our standard preschool experience in the Afterthoughts household, so naturally I had to check out the movie. It was lovely. I had heard there was a bit of animation mixed in, and I was unsure how that would affect the movie, but I think they pulled it off wonderfully.
4.5 out of 5 stars
Read a review of it here.
Si didn’t finish any books this week, so I thought I would review Si’s work over the weekend. You see, he fixed my dear blender. The blender I use all the time. The blender I dropped. That didn’t break it, but the coupling became off balance and crumbled the next time I used it. I was devastated. I thought I would have to buy a new blender, and I knew the new one wouldn’t be anything nice like the old one was.
But my knight in shining armor ordered the extra part and replaced it. It never would have dawned on me to do that! Anyhow, for about $10, my blender is better than ever, and I feel very satisfied that we didn’t have to throw anything away.
What Was Cooking
This weekend we dehydrated our own fruit. This was our first time making raisins, and they were much better than the store-bought variety.
The Weekend Review
The highlight of the weekend for all of us was probably our trip to Barnes and Noble. We don’t go out much, but on the third Saturday of every month, Barnes and Noble teams up with our local symphony to provide a bit of music introduction to small children. The crowd was pretty much our family and some friends from our homeschool group, so the children were able to get up close and personal with the violin.
My highlight was when I wandered into the bargain classics section. I am a huge Amazon fan, as all of you know, but I felt like I had caught a glimpse of heaven. Such beautiful and yet accessible copies of Dante and Cooper and Moore and on and on. And then I saw it. I would link to it if I could, but I can’t seem to find it online. It was a big, thick, gorgeously bound copy of Dickens’ Christmas Tales.
I imagined myself reading them to the children by a winter fire. And then the sleeping baby began to stir, so I had to move on.
I love books.
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