Henry: "I'm thirsty, Mom. Can I have some water?"
Me: "Sure, Henry."
Henry, excitedly: "Fresh me up!"
(Pictures to come . . . a new camera just arrived in the mail. Yahoo!)
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Linked Up
I feel dust gathering on this blog and it's time to blow it away.
The initial reason for neglecting to upkeep our blog is my camera got lost.
Anyone seen it?
No pictures often means boring posts--at least for me--so perhaps I spared you by not posting.
Then after not posting for a while I began to wonder what is worth posting and then I hesitated to update for . . . as long as I could.
That's no good. So why don't I start with some old pictures of a long-ago FHE?
Okay, here goes:
One evening we talked about our ancestors and how blessed we are by them. Todd had the great idea to use links to represent each person in our family a few generations back and make a family chain. How blessed we feel to know that the true links that hold our family together are connected with sealing power, that they cannot be torn or ripped apart, or even separated by death.
Henry, who is now writing his name (among other words!) helped us fill out the links.
Theo contentedly pushed his bus.
A little camera shy
Connecting
Ta da!
It seemed appropriate to hang it under our family name, for the time being.
Hey, smiles!
P.S. Henry presently LOVES sharks. We even made fins for him and taped them to his clothes yesterday as he went around pretending to be a shark--eating everything.
Today he's home sick with a tummy ache. Maybe they're related??
The initial reason for neglecting to upkeep our blog is my camera got lost.
Anyone seen it?
No pictures often means boring posts--at least for me--so perhaps I spared you by not posting.
Then after not posting for a while I began to wonder what is worth posting and then I hesitated to update for . . . as long as I could.
That's no good. So why don't I start with some old pictures of a long-ago FHE?
Okay, here goes:
One evening we talked about our ancestors and how blessed we are by them. Todd had the great idea to use links to represent each person in our family a few generations back and make a family chain. How blessed we feel to know that the true links that hold our family together are connected with sealing power, that they cannot be torn or ripped apart, or even separated by death.
Henry, who is now writing his name (among other words!) helped us fill out the links.
Theo contentedly pushed his bus.
A little camera shy
Connecting
Ta da!
It seemed appropriate to hang it under our family name, for the time being.
Hey, smiles!
P.S. Henry presently LOVES sharks. We even made fins for him and taped them to his clothes yesterday as he went around pretending to be a shark--eating everything.
Today he's home sick with a tummy ache. Maybe they're related??
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
A first encounter
Saturday we spent about 3 hours in our garden (Todd doing most of the time, and labor), preparing the boxes and cleaning up from winter.
Todd hauled in the new soil while I pulled weeds and turned the soil.
Henry dug for worms and climbed trees while Theo climbed in and out of his stroller.
It was so enjoyable. It was great to feel the earth, the breeze, the sun on our faces, and to get dirty.
We have planted our starter seeds and when they grow heartier, and the chance of a frost is gone, we'll plant them.
Gardening was all pretty lovely until I shook out one of our tarps that had been nonchalantly tossed to the side of the garden. I was picking it up so I could use it as a drop cloth for my weeds and out tumbled a . . . snake . . . at my feet.
I didn't scream. I think for a brief second I tried to convince myself it wasn't a snake--maybe it was a hose, or a rope, or something--not a snake.
It sure was a snake, though, and to me, a fairly big one. Probably 3 feet long (maybe a slight exaggeration?) and about three fingers thick at its thickest. He was black with yellow stripes from head to tail, and he had a red tongue. He was a creepy little guy.
After a bunch of dancing around, shivering, coaxing, dodging, and a phone call to dear old dad (Bub), the snake was out of our midst. Phew.
Todd had saved the day. He picked up the vermin with our pitchfork and placed him in a bucket. The snake tried to come out but Todd closed the lid on him. He dumped him out a ways away, over by a creek next to the railroad tracks.
When we got home we looked him up online and found that he was indeed a ribbon snake. He looked just like this guy:
We also found out that he's generally "friendly" and docile. He was probably doing more good for us than harm. Supposedly he likes mice and frogs and other big bugs so he was probably helping us in our clean up effort. My heart started to soften for the little guy and now I'm torn with this love-hate relationship.
Sure, we'd love to have you clean out our garden but I don't ever want to see you.
Ever.
But, thanks, though.
It's nice knowing you're around (??).
Todd hauled in the new soil while I pulled weeds and turned the soil.
Henry dug for worms and climbed trees while Theo climbed in and out of his stroller.
It was so enjoyable. It was great to feel the earth, the breeze, the sun on our faces, and to get dirty.
We have planted our starter seeds and when they grow heartier, and the chance of a frost is gone, we'll plant them.
Gardening was all pretty lovely until I shook out one of our tarps that had been nonchalantly tossed to the side of the garden. I was picking it up so I could use it as a drop cloth for my weeds and out tumbled a . . . snake . . . at my feet.
I didn't scream. I think for a brief second I tried to convince myself it wasn't a snake--maybe it was a hose, or a rope, or something--not a snake.
It sure was a snake, though, and to me, a fairly big one. Probably 3 feet long (maybe a slight exaggeration?) and about three fingers thick at its thickest. He was black with yellow stripes from head to tail, and he had a red tongue. He was a creepy little guy.
After a bunch of dancing around, shivering, coaxing, dodging, and a phone call to dear old dad (Bub), the snake was out of our midst. Phew.
Todd had saved the day. He picked up the vermin with our pitchfork and placed him in a bucket. The snake tried to come out but Todd closed the lid on him. He dumped him out a ways away, over by a creek next to the railroad tracks.
When we got home we looked him up online and found that he was indeed a ribbon snake. He looked just like this guy:
We also found out that he's generally "friendly" and docile. He was probably doing more good for us than harm. Supposedly he likes mice and frogs and other big bugs so he was probably helping us in our clean up effort. My heart started to soften for the little guy and now I'm torn with this love-hate relationship.
Sure, we'd love to have you clean out our garden but I don't ever want to see you.
Ever.
But, thanks, though.
It's nice knowing you're around (??).
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