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Wheat-Free Treats for a Sweet Pup


Today Emily and I noticed that our dog, Frank, didn’t seem to be feeling so hot. He had already puked today and didn’t seem to want to do anything. I mean, our dog is lazy, but he didn’t even get up when we started messing with the treat bag. So we looked it up on the interweb. After some searching, we stumbled upon the symptoms of a wheat allergy in dogs. Frank had all of them, apart from the seizures (thank goodness). We suspected that Frank was allergic to wheat. What made things a little harder was that Frank’s dog treats had wheat as the first ingredient. Emily decided that she was just going to start making treats at home for the pup-star, to make sure he didn’t get any wheat.


She found a nifty recipe for peanut butter pumpkin dog treats on Pinterest, and we altered it slightly to make it easier for us. This is what you need.


  • 2 Β½ cups of rice flour
  • 3 large eggs
  • 2/3 cup canned pumpkin puree
  • 3 T. peanut butter
  • 2 tsp.-1T. water, whichever works for you


Preheat your oven to 350Β°F. Mix all of your ingredients in a bowl. Now, the original recipe says to roll your dough out and use a cookie cutter, but that doesn’t really work. Then, start pulling out little clumps and rolling them into balls with your hands. Flatten them out (about ΒΌ inch thick) and place them on a cookie sheet. Bake for 15 minutes. The original recipe also doesn’t include water or 3 eggs (only two) and it gets really crumbly. Just add 3 eggs and the water to make it doughier.


VoilΓ ! You and your pup are now the proud owners of delicious peanut butter pumpkin treats. They can be people food too, but they are a little flavorless. Frank loves them, and that’s all that really matters.




We’re Still Here!


And we’ve been doing all sorts of lovely things…

Like petting snakes:


And making cookies:


Taking walks in the yard:


And experimenting with light:


Yep, we’re still up to our usual stuff…including getting slack with the blog. πŸ˜‰ But later this week, we’ll be updating again with a Viking-style saga that Grace and Kylie worked on together. Fun! πŸ™‚

A Visitor…and Applesauce


Yep, Kylie is staying with us for a few days and joining in the school fun. πŸ™‚ Our first project? Why, making applesauce, of course. πŸ˜€

Preparing the apples:


Stir, stir, stir the apples with lemon juice, brown sugar, and a cinnamon stick.


And now we wait. πŸ™‚


Now both girls are sitting quietly with books in hand. Nice! πŸ˜€

What sort of projects do you have going today?

Please Excuse Me While I Brag a Moment


Sometimes I am just amazed at what a mature, thoughtful, considerate young lady Grace is growing into. Don’t get me wrong…I appreciate her daily! Sometimes, though, she does something that really highlights how awesome she is.

Earlier this week, I agreed to help the Literacy Council with their Summer Literacy Program, a program where adults and children are welcome. The adults are in one room working on literacy skills while the children are in another room reading stories, watching puppet shows, dancing, etc. Well, I will be the first to admit that I am not the ideal candidate for partying with a bunch of small children. Without going into details, I’ll just say that this is not the sort of thing I enjoy. But the Literacy Council was kind of desperate for volunteers, so I agreed.

When I told Grace about it, she, without hesitation, offered to go with me. πŸ™‚ She knew that I wouldn’t go nearly as bonkers with her there, and she jumped right on the opportunity to help (even though a room full of children is far from her cup of tea, too). I was just so very impressed with her willingness to help in a situation she knew she wouldn’t enjoy. What an awesome display of spontaneous selflessness and maturity. I am so very proud of her! πŸ™‚


The kids watching a puppet show about monkeys. πŸ™‚


Doing a crazy monkey dance. Yep, Grace and I chose to be the official picture takers and watchers of the children who weren’t dancing for this portion of the program. πŸ˜‰


The kids had a blast putting on their own puppet shows. πŸ™‚

A Fantastic Father’s Day


We had a fabulous Father’s Day here at the Homeschool Hijinks house! Even though the day was all about Daddy, Grace and I had some fun…and some new learning experiences. πŸ™‚


Daddy got pear trees for Father’s Day! We all learned quite a bit about planting trees correctly … something new for the whole family. πŸ™‚



Something we don’t do often … greasy, grimy fast food deliciousness. πŸ˜€


We all enjoyed playing some putt putt at a local park. πŸ˜€

Happy Father’s Day again to an incredible husband and father…you’re the awesomest! πŸ˜€

Beachy Fun


Sorry you haven’t heard much from us this week…we’re on our annual beach extravaganza. πŸ˜€

I thought I would share some pictures while we’re still here…

A house full of friends.


Sometimes really tired friends.


An incredible view.


A crazy dog. (Oh, Frank.)


And wildlife.





And picnics.


Lots and lots of exploration. πŸ™‚



Okay, I’ll stop for now, but our beach adventures will continue! πŸ˜€ Have a fantastic week!

Rest in Peace, Little Rue


We are sad to report that our second mouse has gone on to mouse heaven. 😦  Rue was a sweet, fantastic pet, but she had been in bad health for quite some time.Β  We’ll have a small funeral for her this evening and bury her next to her buddy, Katniss.

Sorry for the fuzzy picture...it's hard to get a mouse to pose.

Sorry for the fuzzy picture…it’s hard to get a mouse to pose.

What We’ll Be Up To…


Nothing!Β  Okay, so not really nothing, but not much that’s school related.Β  Grace will be visiting Grandma in Alabama for a week, and I’ll be home taking care of projects that have been on standby for a while.

Never fear!Β  The blog won’t be completely dead for the week.Β  I’ll post some pictures from the past couple of weeks in the later part of the week.Β  Grace and I also have a week-long guest spot at The Budget Maven!Β  We’ll be talking about a giveaway for Nerd in the Brain, homeschooling on the cheap, and Grace’s opinions about education on a tight budget.

We hope you all have a wonderful week!Β  We’ll be back to full-speed-ahead next week. πŸ˜€

Painting Birdhouses: A Descriptive Essay


Grace has been working hard on her descriptive writing.Β  Her most recent assignment was to write about an outing or experience with family or friends.Β  She chose to write about purchasing and painting our birdhouses last week. πŸ™‚Β  Here’s what she had to say…in all of its descriptive, detailed glory. πŸ˜€


Gravel crunched underfoot. I pushed the heavy glass door aside as the smell of cinnamon and cheap air freshener filled my nose. Emily and I walked through the craft store, trying to spot the birdhouses. We came to a halt in a narrow aisle with woodworking supplies on either side. Emily scanned the houses, ruling out the expensive or ugly ones.


β€œWhich ones do you want?” she asked, nodding toward the birdhouses.


β€œUmmm, how about these two?” I suggested, picking up two rough wooden houses. One was rounded, and the other had windows and a fake door. Emily nodded.


β€œAlrighty, one more,” she said. She knelt down and plucked up a house with two holes for the birds to sit in. I smiled. We walked over to the paint, picking only a few shades of blue, yellow, brown, and white with two packs of brushes. We were quick to get them home.


As soon as we opened the door, the soft sound of clicking claws echoed throughout the house. Frank circled our legs like a shark, his shredded raccoon toy in his mouth and his tail wagging like crazy. Emily draped a huge black trash bag over the table, laying out all the houses and paint. As she lay the paper plates out, I sat down and pulled up a house. Emily sat down across from me. We each picked our paint and squeezed out the colors we wanted.


I dipped my sponge brush into the thick puddle of brown paint, getting way more than I needed. Not sure what to do, I pressed the side of the brush against the plate until some of the paint seeped out. I leaned in closer, the paint fumes filling my head. I applied a sloppy layer of paint onto the roof, trying to make as few mistakes as possible. In no time, the entire house was covered in brown and white. I looked up. Emily had both of her birdhouses finished and had left the table. I laughed. Maybe I hadn’t finished that fast after all.