While I was working on the apples, Oldest read some stories to Baby and Youngest. Such a sweet picture. I swear Oldest would take over my mothering duties if I let her. Since I can't hear, I rely on the girls to tell me when Baby is crying. When I'm working the apples, I'll ask Oldest to check on Baby and let me know if he is crying, and instead she'll get him out of the crib herself and bring him out. I get exasperated sometimes, as I don't completely trust her not to drop him. I know she would never intentionally hurt him, but I worry that he might slip from her loose grip or she'll not support his head or not put him down gently. She is only 6 and certainly not old enough for babysitting, although she is a wonderful helper.
I made tortilla chips today and the girls were constantly running in and out of the kitchen to snag a chip or two. Middle here, likes to dunk her chips in water. She's a dunker-- cookies in milk; tator tots in V-8; chips in water. If she ever drinks coffee when she is older, she'll probably dunk doughnuts in her coffee.
I recycled the bag that the corn tortillas came in and put the chips in there. It's a perfectly good bag and no sense in throwing it away when it can be used again. I save almost all the bread bags, too, for when I make my own breads. I used to buy zippy bags almost every shopping trip, from the little sandwich-sized ones to the big gallon ones. The last time I bought zippy bags was for freezing strawberries this past Spring. Recycling bread bags saves me money and helps the earth.