“I want to do it myself”…
Well, we decided that the kids could handle pouring their milk on their cereal all by themselves. (check out the blog for the other cereal related activities I involved myself with – I think I called it Cereal Killer)
Anyway, back to the story.
I happened to have a handful of creamers from the days Mr. H and I used to antique together. Of course, that was before antique stores starting carrying things from OUR childhood, and even young adulthood, and calling them “antique”. Seriously?
So, now I pour milk in the creamers (I added a few to the ones we already had) and the kids all do a great job.
This pitcher goes with a little tea set I have for the kids. Love the cherries.
We bought this long ago...because of the ducks..Mr. H. loves ducks..
This pitcher is a little small, but isn't it just precious?
Oh, this darling cow came from Mr. H's Mom She just loved blue, and this came from her kitchen. Miss you, Betts
Charlie just loves elephants, so this is the pitcher he always chooses
My good friend, Susie, always loved pigs and we share so many things, I just had to love them too (plus our last names were pig related)
Doesn't this little chick remind you of Spring? Sophie usually picks this one.
I thought for years that this was a pig, but Luci informed me that this was a cat. This is Luci's favorite
Ben just loves peacocks, but I just don't think they make peacock pitchers. This toucan game from Ireland, when I visited the Guinness storehouse. We haven't shared the origins with Ben..not until he's 21
Another little bird. One of the original antiques
Well, if I got a pig, of course Mr. H had to get a duck. Actually this was a gift from some good friends.
And…by the way…I STILL don’t know what “Little Pitchers have Big Ears” means…