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Camping Out

I wore the covers off the Little House on the Prairie books when I was a kid. Much of my pretend was informed by the trek that Ma and Pa made across the prairie with Laura and Mary and Carrie in tow. My sister and I turned the picnic table into a makeshift covered wagon complete with Pet and Patty, our trusty saw horses. I loved the way Ma could turn a grassy campsite into a home complete with a vase of flowers and freshly ironed linens.

The reason for this trip down memory lane?


Our kitchen sink has been removed to make room for...

...this new and improved model.
I'm thankful for the years spent at Grandpa's summer bootcamp where I learned that dishwashers are for sissies. Grandpa's dishwashing rules: Fill the tub with scalding water. Hotter! Hotter! Glassware first, silverware next, plates and finally the pots and pans.

Lauren and John dry. They've never been to Grandpa's Bootcamp. Grandpa would roll over in his grave if he knew that these two whippersnappers are playing Jenga with the clean dishes.
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Sarah said…
Nice sink Kate! Can't wait to see the real, modern thing installed. The kids appear to be having way too much fun doing dishes.

sem
August 12, 2008 at 11:19 AM
Xandra@Heart-of-Service said…
I had to laugh at the reference to Little House on the Prairie! I too, wore out my set of books. What's so funny is that my mom arrived last night from a vacation of visiting all of the sites where Laura lived, and we are going to look at all the pictures this morning. I'll be thinking of you...

Xandra
August 13, 2008 at 8:23 AM
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