Friday, October 12, 2012


My grandpa sent the my brothers up with some fresh California oranges. They were so big and juicy that we decided to make some orange juice. He gave us a giant box of oranges and they lasted us about a day and a half. yum.

The girls and I stood an assembly line one morning and sang a song about our respective jobs as we made the orange juice (ie. "I wash the oranges" "I pass the oranges" "I cut the oranges" "I juice the oranges" I don't remember exactly how it went. It wasn't incredibly creative. But it was cute.)