'Kids' Category
The New Preferred Mode of Transportation
R, age 10.5 months:
She likes to boogie
Here is R, 10 months old.
The conscience of a three-year-old
A couple days ago, I turned on a Bella Dancerella DVD for S. A while later, I walked into the room, and she wasn't there. I heard some thumping upstairs, so I thought I'd go see what she was up to. I met her on the stairs. I asked, "What were you doing?" (I was not being accusatory; I was just curious what she'd been doing.)
"I was hiding under the blanket." (Now that raised an eyebrow.)
"Why?"
"Because you were going to be angry with me." (Now THIS is interesting.)
We went through a couple rounds of "Why would I be angry with you/what happened/what did you do?" followed by "Nothing," until she slipped and said the word "cake."
Hmmmmmm.
So I asked what she had done to the cake. Did she swipe some frosting? No. Did she break off a piece? No. Did she lick it? No.
By this time I was giggling pretty hard, so I just scooped her up and carried her with me to the kitchen, where I had been working on J's birthday cake (which ended up being a dismal failure for a myriad of freak reasons...I'll spare you the details). This is what I found:
The sides of the cake HAD been completely covered in white frosting.
Now what I want to know is, why couldn't ALL of my children ended up with consciences like that?
And the fun begins.
R is 7 months old today. Look what she figured out how to do this past week:
Overheard
This morning J (5) was playing "Three Little Pigs" with L (7) and S (3). They'd prop up pillows or blankets or some other structure, and then he'd come along as the wolf and they'd act it out.
Dh overheard this:
J: Little pig, little pig, let me in!
one of the girls: Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!
J: Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF (blowing sound)
Pause.
J: Didn't work.
A father’s love for his son.
The children discovered an 8-point buck just on the other side of our chain-link fence. Bow season started on Sept. 1. Perfectly legal for dh to shoot.
G: Get it, get it!
C: I want some deer meat!
L: I wanna try some!
J (with big, watery eyes): Please don't kill it, Daddy. He's a good boy.
Dh put away his bow.
(OK, the lack of freezer space helped in the decision.
)
Finally…a picture of the baby
Sure she'll be a month old tomorrow. Sure this picture was taken when she was a day old. So sue me.
Bless her heart, her nails were SO LONG when she was born. Check out those scratches on her sweet face!!!
I have another roll of film to develop, so hopefully I can get some more pictures of her on here. (Yes, I have a ROLL to develop...I live in ancient times still LOL.)
Finally…a picture of the baby
Sure she'll be a month old tomorrow. Sure this picture was taken when she was a day old. So sue me.
Bless her heart, her nails were SO LONG when she was born. Check out those scratches on her sweet face!!!
I have another roll of film to develop, so hopefully I can get some more pictures of her on here. (Yes, I have a ROLL to develop...I live in ancient times still LOL.)
Introducing…
Sweet Baby Rachel was born Thursday, June 14 at 12:11 p.m. She was my biggest baby so far at 8 lbs. 13 oz. (#2 supposedly weighed 8#15, but I don't think the scale was accurate. We know this scale was.
) She was 20.5" long and had a 14.5" head. (That's not the biggest head I've delivered, but it's the biggest girl head I have. )Everything went really well, and we were home a little over 24 hours later. My other 5 were making me wish I was still in the hospital though - WHEW are they HOVERING over the baby!!!!
She is nursing beautifully and already has the lovely yellow, seedy poop I love to see, at only 3 days of age.
I'm feeling really good - no stitches necessary even though she came out with her hand up by her face.
Since I am feeling so good I will really have to watch myself. I tend to try to get back into the swing of things too soon, and I'm bound and determined to not do the same this time. It is very hard though because things have essentially fallen apart around the house, and it's driving me NUTSO. 
I'm not sure how much I'll be able to update my blog. It's not like I've been doing all that great a job anyway lately.
It seems that *if* I have something to say, I don't have any time to say it. But just in case, I won't shut it down or anything. I just apologize ahead of time for lack of content. 
Definition of the day
Definition:
- A daily record, especially a personal record of events, experiences, and observations; a journal.
- A book for use in keeping a personal record, as of experiences.
Word being defined: diarrhea
(Courtesy of L, age 6.5)
A couple funnies from the kids
The other day L (6.5) was eating some corn. She was having trouble scooping them up onto her fork. Finally she said, "I'll just use my powerful thumb!!!"
G (almost 10) had to read about Jesus feeding the five thousand for AWANA. One of the questions asked something like, "What did Jesus do with the food?"
G's answer: He made sandwiches.
I wonder what this says about our family
Today at lunch the Duggar family came into the conversation. G (age 9.5) said something like, "Wow, God sure has given them a lot of babies!"
I agreed, and L (age 6) asked if they are Christians. I said yes.
She said, "So they're Christian like us? Only nicer?"
