The Burnt-Over Blog: Pudding Paint

Monday, August 11, 2008

Pudding Paint

We had pudding the other day and I decided to take pictures of Ella as she would progressively get messier and messier. It might have helped that she decided to eat with two spoons instead of one!

It was all down the front of her shirt and pants, in her hair and she painted the table with it. In their sunday school class at church, their teacher brought vanilla pudding she would dye so they could paint pictures. It actually works really well, just not when you are at home trying to get them to eat the pudding!

Linc hopped into his toy bin and Becca started to push him around. Seems a little backwards that the younger and smaller one is pushing the bigger and older one!

But here is what happens when they do, Linc ends up tipped over on the floor!

Here he is inside his toy bin with all the toys in it!

Becca loves to ride their rocking horse.

And here is Lincolns version of riding their rocking horse!

4 comments:

Tom and Alison said...: Becca looked like me after eating ribs... or pretty much anything. When Alison pulls me around in our toy trolley I always end up on the ground too. By the way, Erin and Nate have a blog now, you can link to it from our blog.

Tom and Ali; August 12, 2008 at 10:56 PM
Anonymous said...: Hey Jenn, my email is janetrunning@yahoo.com. Can't wait to hear from you!; August 20, 2008 at 9:57 AM
The Steenblog Fam said...: Hey guys i am actually going to post to our blog. Wow! I know. Your kids are so grown up and darling. It stills suprises me to think of your sweet little girl as Becca because when we talk about our friends I always picture her as Ella. So Funny-I need to get used to it. Hope all is well. Buffalo has been great. We still get homesick from fam and friends but we have made some great friends out here. Keep in touch. Love-er and nate; August 23, 2008 at 7:11 PM
Seth said...: Actually, to confuse both her and everyone else, we alternate between "Ella" and "Becca."

Sometimes, she's "EllaBecca" or just "EllaBec"; and if she's been especially bad, she's "Hella Rebekah Bryant."

You can blame Linc for the name switching. He couldn't say "Ella" when she was first born, so he came up with "Becca" all on his own (we didn't tell him that Rebekah could be shortened). She responds well to both names, and has had minimal identity crises (for now).; August 24, 2008 at 5:54 AM

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