Arnold took this series of photos. These are some of the chickens that live at our house, well in their own special chicken house.
Gus is their primary care giver, she is the "chicken whisperer". It's fun to watch her go out with her winter boots in the middle of summer, a bucket in hand and from across the yard the chickens know she is coming and start going crazy. They run back and forth, jumping up and down crashing into each other. It's quite hilarious... if chickens could be funny.
Not sure why she is sweeping the grass, but then I didn't take the pictures. (Apparently a school project... more later).
I'm the first to say that chickens are ugly, but those speckled ones are quite lovely to look at. Not that I spend any time looking at them or smelling them, however, photos are nice.
These are the new babies, I think they are Speckled Sussex. They are stinky and I'm glad they are now out of the garage. Being the good mother that I am, I drove a bit of a distance with all three of my babies to pick up the new chicks. It was a fiasco, but everyone made it home alive.
I'm not sure what makes this particular breed so wonderful, but Gus is excited and so I'm excited (well as excited as I can get over chickens). I can now eat the "farm fresh eggs" without gagging. I am slowly making peace with "the wild". Gus is our cowgirl. She loves everything about the outdoors, not sure she liked pretending to be asleep in the tree, but the whole story behind these photos is coming soon.
For now you get to enjoy "chicken hands" because it's somehow become "hand week".
Fred walked in the door 6 weeks ago and complained that her hand hurt. She had fallen off the monkey bars at recess and it was still hurting. I asked why she had not called or told her teacher and she replied, "I didn't want to bug anyone and I certainly did NOT want to cry in front of everyone."
I debated about taking her to the doctor because she didn't act like she was in great pain, but we went anyway... just to be safe. She not only broke her thumb, but she tore the ligaments connecting her thumb and her pointer finger. The cure: 6 weeks in her brace.
She didn't love it. We all reassured her that the brace was better than a cast and now it's over and life can move on. When I listed off all the things that she needed to get done now that she was able bodied she replied with this...
When I tried to log into Goodreads last week my account was gone, vanished. So I'm filling in again because I have a horrible memory.
I did remember reading "The Help", however when the my mom suggested that we listen to the audio version on our road trip I wasn't sure I could listen again. I was wrong. The women who read the audio version are amazing! It was delightful and I would recommend listening to the book even if you've already read it.
This is Munch. She has small hands. Unusually small hands, not the kind that when you see her you think, "WOW, those are freakishly small hands." You only notice when she compares them to someone else, like Dash. Her baby brother who is 14 years younger.
Here is the match up. Nothing to mind shattering, however impressive on Dash's part.
However next comes Rock, who might have big hands for his age (and he is a boy), but the 10 additional years Munch has on him has not helped her hands. They are almost even.
However some might argue that our "scientific experiment" is flawed because we are not dealing with the same biological make up of our subjects.
So we moved to Gus vs. Munch, a biological match. Gus being only a mere 4 years younger than Munch. Gus has now surpassed Munch in length and as you can tell is quite pleased. Not to mention that Gus is now taller than Arnold, but we try not to talk about that too much as Arnold is a bit sensitive about her "vertical handicap".
The humiliation was too great so we were only able to photograph the comparison with her remaining siblings, but you get the idea. Munch as small hands. Unusually small? Probably not, but it gives her younger siblings something to talk about and it makes it difficult to play the piano.
"[God] loves us because He is filled with an infinite measure of holy, pure, and indescribable love. We are important to God not because of our résumé but because we are His children. He loves every one of us, even those who are flawed, rejected, awkward, sorrowful, or broken. God's love is so great that He loves even the proud, the selfish, the arrogant, and the wicked."What this means is that, regardless of our current state, there is hope for us. No matter our distress, no matter our sorrow, no matter our mistakes, our infinitely compassionate Heavenly Father desires that we draw near to Him so that He can draw near to us."
The other night as I was working on the computer. I watched as each boy came in and sat on the counter next to me. They were quietly talking, reading, playing, and yawning. It was like this for nearly half an hour. I should have shooed them off to bed, but I'm selfish and having them close and calm is rare. They hardly knew I was taking their pictures.
I'm not shy in my commentary about not understanding how the male mind works. I have NO IDEA why punching your brother is a good idea. I heard a man once say that as a man can't show loving emotion or you will seem weak, so boys punch to say "I love you." I'm sure there has to be a softer way to express emotions, but it's all a mystery to me.
However, every once in while I see a glimmer of hope that they truly love each other.
After the first soccer game, Rock decided he was never going back. The coaches yelled and quite frankly were a bit out of control. Rock was very upset by this and we as parents decided not to force him when he refused to go to the next practice.
When the coaches asked were Rock was Tank, who plays on the same team, said
"You were mean to him at the last game so he's not going to play anymore."
Tank wasn't going to be pushed around and he certainly was going to let the coaches push his brother around. It was very sweet.
The coaches did call and apologize and the rest of the season was better, but I loved that despite the punches they love and defend one another.
Here is my list of why I haven't been blogging. As you can see many have nothing to do with the computer.
1. all 9 children are home and we are having fun... well most of the time. (more later)
2. working on a project (more later)
3. bugs are not fun. Munch is moving home (temporarily) due to a bedbug infestation in her dorm room. Unfortunately she might have contaminated our home last weekend. We are cleaning and cleaning and cleaning all the while being grossed out and itchy. (I am praying that nothing more will have to be said or done later).
4. my new camera broke when it fell off the car (poor planning on my part). Of course that is just an excuse because I have MONTHS of photos that I can add with their wonderful stories and I still have my old camera. (hopefully more later)
5. a certain little boy (named Brick) clogs the toilet every time he goes to the bathroom. Sometimes I flush the toilet before I go, just to make sure nothing will come back at me. Sorry. That was gross. (nothing else will be forth coming on this topic)
6. Loafie is talking more. She can say everyone's names along with every command needed to get what she wants. (more later)
7. getting ready for an audition. This is exciting because I get to have another lovely recording of Munch singing opera (more later).
Don't you just love the size of these balloons!?!
8. We are playing with our food (that about covers it)
Rock created this happy salad and still it did not help him eat all his vegetables, the bacon and chicken were gone in a flash.
masterpiece by Fred.
9. Because life has to shut down when you notice a mother duck and her very new ducklings waddling across the back yard. (We were too slow to get a good picture. They are only tiny spots as you look into the field).
"The gospel is so very simple when we understand it properly. It is always right, it is always good, it is always uplifting. Obedience to gospel principles brings forth joy and happiness. Disobedience has a day of reckoning and will only bring forth heartache, misery, strife, and unhappiness."