Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Ah, school projects have begun! I'm so grateful for these days where school projects are fun and involve twigs and quality time with Daddy on the back porch. Andrew's class has been studying Abraham Lincoln, so they were given the assignment to build a log cabin from the materials of their choosing. Andrew, my literal and straight-laced boy, naturally chose sticks. He cared nothing for embellishment, but enjoyed using the hot glue gun tremendously and followed the log-laying pattern precisely. I'm trying to imagine what Elsbeth will do when it's her turn. A Twizzler cabin with glitter marshmallow chimneys surrounded by dragon-laden forests perhaps?
Confession: I am a productive procrastinator. I'm probably the best that I know. This means that when there are jobs to be done that I don't want to do (which is always), I find other things to do that are lovely and way more fun and often create more jobs I don't want to do. My latest distraction is making bread.
Whole Wheat Sandwich Bread
Biscuits ("Mama's Biscuits" from the Mitford Cookbook)
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
And ... I'm back.
Wow, I didn't realize it had been so long since I posted. September! I had been writing about how summery it was, and here it is now a rainy day mid-February. At least I have an excuse this time ... adoption paperwork! That and adoption classes. And adoption interviews. And adoption books. Phil and I have decided to add a third wee bairn to our family through domestic infant adoption, if the Lord sees it through, and we're pretty excited. We should have final approval from the Bethany Christian Services chieftains any time now, which means our family profile book will soon be available for mothers in our area who have decided to make adoption plans for their baby. Never done this before, so I'm not quite sure what to expect, but I'll keep you posted!
Other happenings since last I wrote:
Andrew decided to become a chicken.
The kids have continued to be wild over the chickens, and one day last fall Andrew just up and decided he was one. He was absolutely determined to sleep in the coop, which entertained me greatly, so we (I mean I ... Phil was wisely against this) told him he could, assuming naturally that as the temperatures plummeted and the scent of hen poopies filled his nostrils, he would come back in. It turns out our mild mannered boy has quite the will about him, and I think it was about 10pm when Phil and I finally had to force him out of the coop, much to his righteous anger at being lied to.
We had a lovely Halloween with Mario and an Orange & Pink Butterfly
Our girls started laying!
In fact, we've just started getting eggs from the younger ladies, too! We've only got 7 hens left (more on that later), 3 of the older ones and 4 younger and we're probably averaging 2 to 3 eggs a day right now. Once all the little ones are laying and the days lengthen out (they lay more with more daylight hours), we'll probably be getting 5 - 7 eggs a day. Not bad!
A Merry Christmas was had by all
We celebrated Christmas with my parents on Pawley's Island just before the New Year and took the kids to the beach to feed the birds and run along the beach. My mom and Phil claim that the fact that both children were up to their armpits in the ocean by the end of it was entirely my fault. Whatever. What's important is that they had the most tremendous fun splashing in the frigid ocean and no permanent damage was done.
Trip of a lifetime! In January Phil had to go to go to a conference on Oahu, poor darling, so I tagged along. We went a few days early to Kauai and it was heaven! Beauty as far as the eye can see. Mountains, oceans, wild chickens, this place has it all. I even got to swim with sea turtles and see whales (in between bouts of retching off the back of the boat. No more boats ... EVER.)
Hawks, Horrible Hawks
Before Christmas a beastly hawk got our little Loretta. While we were in Hawaii, another got Beatrice. And about a week later, I ran outside to find sweet Rosemary lying lifeless under the back porch after having been dragged there by yet another evil bird of prey. I chased that hawk away, screaming insults that I hope he never recovers from, and scooped up my girl. She was still breathing, but I was sure she had been slashed to bits and was expecting guts and spurting holes. I checked her over and couldn't believe there were no visible wounds, and moments later, to my delight, she opened one of her beady eyes to give me the kind of suspiciously ticked off look only a chicken can give. I coddled her and fed her her favorite chicken treats and she spent the night in a clothes basket on the dining room table. The next morning during breakfast, she hopped out and took herself on a tour of the downstairs, occasionally stopping to give quite the impassioned speech about her ordeal. She soon joined the others outside and has been fine and dandy ever since.
So now we have Roxanne, an 87 pound Great Pyrenees with a sweet spirit and a fabulously deep bark to strike terror into the heart of any creature that dares turn a hungry eye towards my feathered babies. Roxanne was a working dog guarding sheep (or maybe goats?) until her elderly owner got ill and turned her over to a local rescue group. She's been Roxanne her whole life or I'd consider changing her name since we already have a Roxanna (Nannie) and a Roxie (our Barred Rock hen), but I think we'll be able to figure it out. The kids are crazy over her and she has the patience of Job with the two of them, and Roxanne herself has fallen madly in love with Phil. Pretty darn cute. Shiloh had some startling language to share at their introduction and Mr. Tumnus almost flipped his gizzard when he saw her, but now the dogs just ignore each other and Mr. Tumnus rubs up against her legs and purrs.
And there you have it. Just another 6 months at the Mobley asylum for the slightly daft and undeniably impulsive.