While Rose Bud Was Gone...

Rose Bud is away at Bible camp this week.  Here are a few things she has missed:

Saffron caught a squeaking baby mouse.  Dad chased him all around the house with it calling, "Drop it!  Drop it, I say!"  Dad eventually prevailed and won the mouse for himself, but not before a trip upstairs, through the library and to the basement.

Pepper dreamt it was snowing in the summer and a cold wind was blowing over her (because it was--it got down to 47 one night and her window was open!)  Even though she was wearing a snowsuit (we all were) she was still cold.

Daisy dreamt SHE was working on her pioneer house and she woke up because she couldn't WAIT to mud her chimney!  She really is building a small model pioneer house with leather hinges on the doors and a stone and mud chimney.  In her dream, she was really in the house.
Daisy shot Banana Boy's bow and arrow and lost the arrow in the day lilies around the tree where we park the car.  When she parted the lilies........  FIFTEEN eggs, all laid by Cafe!

It was too cold to swim in the pool.

The van refused to start and after some diagnoses and a hammer, Tracey determined we need a new starter.  Last week brakes, this week a starter.  sigh.

That's just through Tuesday!

Pepperism

Pepper walks into the living room to announce:

"I have been chewing and sucking on nature!"

Why am I not surprised?

"I had a grape tendril (2 actually!), lemon sorrel and alfalfa.  Mmm mmm mmm!"  She gives a thumbs up and walks out.

It Was Like a Pillow Fight -- and We Couldn't Find the Liver

Rose Bud got hit in the head by a bird. A Cedar Waxwing, to be exact, although we didn't know it until later.

We were peacefully driving down the street on the outskirts of town with the windows open because it was a beautiful day.

Suddenly, all at the same time there was a thud and Rose Bud ducked and yelled, "OW!" and I saw something white zip through my peripheral vision and then there were feathers everywhere. Little ones. Blowing all around the car.

And Rose Bud said, "A bird! It hit my head!"

And none of us could believe it.

We didn't see anything in the car. Everyone was looking all around them. We all were sure that SOMEthing had gone into the car. We FELT an object had moved through. But no one could see anything.

I found a street to pull over onto. I got out and looked in the back of the van. Pepper thought maybe it had fallen back there. Rose Bud and Daisy got out and looked between their seats and the door.

Nothing.

All the way home I alternated between cracking up and worrying about a bird decomposing in my closed-up-148 degree van once we got home. We kept looking all around.

At home I pulled into the garage and opened Sunshine's door. And SCREAMED. There, sitting under his feet, LOOKING AT ME, was a Cedar Waxwing. I'm sure it was just as upset as I was. More, maybe.

It sat. We all stared. It stared. Pepper got Daisy some gloves and she carefully eased in to pick it up. Just as she was about to grab it, it flew out, bumped the ceiling of the garage and flew to a nearby tree.

Where it stayed for over an hour. (can you see it there on that bottom branch, right next to the trunk?)

Rose Bud is fine.

We're not sure about the Mr. Waxwing.

We began our day with Pepper lying on her bench upside down, peering inside and wailing (do you detect a theme here with Pepper? She has only two voices: Giggle and Wail) "I CAN'T FIND MY LIVER!!!!"

It took about 5 more minutes of searching before we discovered the poor liver, along with her stomach between her binder and an old lapbook.

Did I mention we've been studying the human body? And that we're making a life-size paper body? And that they color and cut out their organs and glue them onto said paper body? Hence the need to find the missing liver.

And here was the excitement in Daisy's day:

 Yes, they are green.  Neon green.  Mr. GT wanted to know how she would know if she had lettuce in her teeth now.

And that was our day.

Facebook

If you wonder where I've gone (again), I've quit (for real this time!). While I appreciate the easy access to friends, especially those who are far away, I've always had a niggling issue with all the info out there on FB and I've never REALLY trusted their privacy policies and claims. Then I read this: 10 Reasons to delete your Facebook account

Whether it's true or not, I'm just tired of feeling uncomfortable about all the info/photos/relationships out there. I like to be anonymous. Mostly.

The last time I "quit" I didn't really quit because FB only lets you deactivate your account, not DELETE it. Unless you find the secret button mentioned in this article. And honestly, I hope that really did delete me. Probably it still retains everything I've ever posted there. sigh. I did delete everything in my account before I quit it--pictures, private messages, relationships, etc.

I don't know. Whatever. Maybe I'll get back to blogging more here.

But in the meantime, if you need to find me, you probably already know how and I'm happy to email with you.

Blessings.

Not Tough

Daisy, in her school journal: "last night we ate Basil (one of the roosters we butchered this spring). He wasn't at all tough."

Farm kids!!! LOL