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Saturday, June 15, 2013

Some days you really wonder

It has been a while since my last post. Our business is in full swing and most nights the computer is very busy filling orders. Tonight, I had to write this down.

Today we went to Lambert's with our Sunday School Class.  It was so much fun because we were able to ride in the big bus with some of the other members of our church. But, the boys had so much fun in this bus that I think we could have driven around Martin and they would have been just as happy.  Oh the joy of getting to walk around in a vehicle that is moving. I cannot tell you how many times we said, "If you get up one more time you're going to have to sit back up here with me."  Did you know that a bus has all kinds of things hiding in it.   For instance, the funny eyed glasses, the ones that only have slits for eyes, s that I'm sure some kid truly enjoyed and left them on the bus accidentally.  Also, some kind of charm was found that Caleb thought was his favorite toy.

At Lambert's we had a great time.  Except for the fact that Linley seemed not too happy that she didn't eat much breakfast and did not understand the concept of waiting.  Then, we get seated and we sit across from one of the single men in our class. Bless his heart. When Linley let out a few wails he almost dropped his silverware.  You see, food was not waiting on us at the table, thus more waiting.  Then, when they threw the roll at us it was burning up. Now, food in front of her, but more waiting.  Patience is not learned at 17 months old here folks.  Finally, a happy baby after tons of rolls, and mashed potatoes.  But, then I look down at the other end of the table and what is occurring? Nothing but a sword fight between the boys with their knives and then when those are taken away their forks.  Really?

We make it home and are pretty exhausted so we take it easy then we head out to the garden.  Time for some late planting of beans and corn.  Planting a garden reaps tons of rewards.  Their will be food for the kids to eat year round.  You get to work outside.  Watch God make things grow.  So, I think it's  a perfect time to teach the boys some responsibility.  Ethan and Caleb you need to help with getting this grass out of here before I plant.  Well, to their dismay that required something besides running around in the garden in their underwear and chunking dirt clods at each other. My response: Do you like green beans?  (Their favorite veggie)  Then in order to eat you have to help.  
Linley loves helping with the garden too. Especially with her daddy's most expensive seeds.  You see, we keep all of our seeds in different bags and I had several out so I could get them in the ground. Well, I look over and Linley has dumped the green bean bag in the grass and made her own piles.  Then, she mixed the lima bean seed into the corn seeds. Next, she had dumped the corn seeds,  $6/lb, onto the grass. I thought John was going to have a conniption fit. Let's just say it's a good thing she's cute.
As this is going on the boys find this tiny frog in the garden.  For a frog, it is cute I have to say.  That's all I can say.  Caleb has taken this tiny frog under his wing.   He's showing it to me.  Taking it everywhere in the yard.  Then Caleb asks me,
 "Mom? Do you want to come see the frog in sister's room?"  Did I hear that right?
Me: "What?  Did you say your sisters' room?"
Caleb: "YEAH!!  It's his new home."
Me: "Get that frog out of her room.  We do not have any other animals living inside this house!!"
Obviously Caleb doesn't understand my rule:If you can't take care of your own bodily functions then you cannot enter this house. I already have enough children I have to deal with on that.  Finally, he did inform me that the flower bed was  a much better place...because he poops alot.  Eww.
Caleb disappears and so does Linley. He's playing in the water hose.  No big deal, I hope he was cleaning off.  Then Linley appears: drenched.
CALEB!!!! DO NOT SOAK YOUR SISTER!!
Caleb: Mom, she likes it.  

Oh bless them.  

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