Field Trip

We have a chance to take some very cool field trips this week for school, so we'll be hard to catch around Pecan Bluff. For all of Eldest's farm fresh egg customers, she'll be back next week~ same time, same station. 

We had special guests for breakfast this morning. I'd been buzzing around the kitchen for about half an hour before I finally took a moment to look out the window at this gorgeous autumn day. I was rewarded with a rafter of 10 beautiful wild turkeys looking right back at me. Good morning to you, too!

Sunday Scripture

Ephesians 6:1-4

Children obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.

Honor thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise; That it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth.

And ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.

Saturday Funnies

Mike was lying on the bed dozing while the boys played on the floor with their trains. Suddenly, middle kid, who is 6-years-old, put his train down and crawled up beside his Daddy to snuggle in.

"Dad, what does DNA stand for?" he asked, out of the blue. 

"What? Oh. DNA stands for deoxynucleic acid," Mike said, half-awake. Then he thought again. 

"Isn't that right, Brenna?" he called into the study where I was working. 

"No. It's deoxyRIBOnucleic acid," I hollered back. 

"Well, then what does RNA stand for?" Mike countered.

"Hmmm," I said, tapping on the keyboard. "Is it Ribonucleic acid? I can't remember. I'll look it up."

Unsatisfied with our shaky answers to his simple question, the six-year-old shrugged his shoulders and muttered under his breath, "Hmph. Lack of education." 

A LOVE STORY ~ by Six-Year-Old Boys

" But his mother treasured all these things in her heart."

Luke 2:51

Practice

Middle child, with sissy's baby doll

"I'm practicing taking care of this baby so I'll be ready when my little sister gets home!" he told me, proudly. He is such a tender-hearted guy.

For the record, this child does own clothes. Drawers full of them. (The baby doll has a nice wardrobe, too.) As I've said before, this kid is so hot-natured he sweats all the time, even indoors in the air conditioning. Clothes just make him hotter, so at home he is usually stripped right down to his skivvies. 

I assume eventually some measure of modesty will kick in and he'll start to wear clothes even if they do make him sweat more. Until then, "Mowgli"  he is.

Glitches

I keep getting emails from you folks that your comments are not showing up. Sorry about that~ but I have no idea why that is happening or how to fix it. I surely do love to hear from you all! Perhaps it will fix itself soon. 

There were other glitches today as well. I sent eldest out to water the garden and let the goats out into the pasture. When she came in I set the timer on the oven to remind me to check on the goats. They've been known to grow bored with our salad bar and meander off our property. The grass is always greener on the other side of the lane, you know. So we periodically have to run outside and call them back toward home by shaking a bucket of corn and yelling, "Come on, goats!"  Yes, it is just about as inefficient as it sounds.

Right after I set the timer for the goat check I put in a batch of muffins for tomorrow's breakfast. Then I stirred supper, answered a phone call, jotted things on the grocery list, checked tomorrow's calendar, fed the fish, moved the laundry, unloaded the dishwasher, and bossed the kids around while they picked up the living room. Ten minutes later the timer went off, I ran back to the kitchen and pulled the muffins out.

"Hmmm. That's funny. These aren't done," I mused. I reset the timer, put the muffins back in, and went back to setting the table. You can probably see where this is going. 

I'm sorry to say it took me a while, but in the end I finally remembered that the timer was the goat reminder, and had nothing to do with muffins. The muffins did eventually come out OK, in spite of me. And the goats hadn't wandered too far. This time. 

From now on I refuse to do more than 9 things at once. I think that's my limit. 

Thankful

We feel so blessed. Hurricane Ike passed us by on Saturday. The outer bands of destruction stayed just a few miles east of our home. We only had a little bit of rain and some breezes.

So many people lost everything in this storm. The scenes of destruction along the coast and in east Texas make us especially thankful that we are safe and sound today.