Chris has had a couple of great ideas lately
(Which will come as no great surprise)
I bought way too many peanuts for the baseball baby shower, so Chris thought of a great idea:
Peanut butter!
He said that while he was on his mission he tried blending peanuts to make peanut butter, but it didn't ever work.
He put a bunch of ours in the food processor and voilĂ !
It tastes pretty good!
Elle actually hates regular peanut butter, so I buy her fresh-ground stuff in the bulk section.
Now I don't have to buy any for a looooong time!
Great idea #2
Actually, it's a more of a story, really.
(no, that's not Elle, it's one of her teammates just for reference)
Last weekend, Elle's soccer team (in the red) played the team in the maroon (or purple or grape)
I think everyone on our team had both parents there watching. There were even some grandparents and siblings.
When I looked across at the other team's spectators, there were only four people not including the coach!
Chris told me why:
(Here is where the great 'idea' comes in. All his answers will be in red)
They are all orphans.
The spectators are actually local church members who signed up to come support them.
I heard one of the spectators cheer by one of the girls by name.
That's because the church members were given a list of names.
The team was also a lot smaller in stature.
That's because they are underfed at this particular orphanage.
Some girls were much smaller than others
That's because they came to the orphanage later in life and hadn't benefited from the nourishing food of the orphanage as long.
The other team used their own jargon when talking to each other about defending the other team, passing the ball, etc.
This is common when girls are shut up in a tight space for long periods of time
Eventually, more people came to cheer on the other team
The spectators called other members of their church to come help cheer.
When Elle's team did the cheer for the other team at the end of the game, Chris quietly said what they really meant to say.
Goooooo Orphans!
Maybe you had to be there . . .