Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Here We Love Again

Already it has been two months since that big sweet polar bear of a dog of mine died.  You can't have chickens here without a dog and they are disappearing one by one, including Davy Crockett. She was one of our first chickens, so named by Beantown.  I knew I would have to make some sort of decision soon. I put the word out, but wasn't finding what I was looking for.  The reason being, I was looking for Strider. Just writing this makes me cry.
I knew if I got a dog I would need a smaller one.  I just can't wield a big dog anymore. Honestly with this leg problem I've been having, I wasn't sure how well I'd  even manage a smaller one.  I didn't mind adopting one, but it is such a risk, knowing if they'll tolerate the chickies girls instead of thinking they're drive through chicken dinner.  It was just one more thing wearing on me.
I finally decided that it was long weekend and on Monday Handy Man and I would take some girls to Rae and the rest to Drummer Boy, while we still had some to give and then  pass this chicken raising on to them.
I don't why, but for some reason I decided to click on the pound's website one more time. As soon as I saw this guy, I was smitten.  We went to visit and you could just drown in those big liquid brown eyes.  All the other dogs were barking and dancing and this boy was just sitting there, looking at us with an, "It's about time you got here," expression.
He was calm and sweet and they knew quite a bit about him. The story is someone was raising Mountain Curs and German Shorthair Pointers. One of each got tangled up and when the puppies were born, their stepping out was discovered. The owner planned to get rid of them. Some soft hearted soul took the litter and here was the runt.  He is three months old. They told me he was shy and timid and needed socializing. Well, he might seem shy, but I believe he has a brave heart and the softest, silkiest ears.

Welcome home Samwise Gamgee.

Mercy, I don't even know how anyone can be as talented as I am at creating rotteness in three short days, but here we are.
So far, he seems intelligent. When I open the back door, he waits for me to slip on his collar and does pretty well on a leash. He responds to stop and down and his favorite spot is on mine or Handy Man's chest.
Part of my brood met him tonight. Sorry, no pictures. Between a two year old, three year old and a puppy, the camera got left behind.  So far, he doesn't seem to notice the chickens. I pray that continues.  So at least now I have a reason for getting no sleep. Hopefully, we'll get his little digestion situation settled soon and I won't be up at 2:30 changing crate bedding.  I believe it is a good match. Thank you Lord.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

A Sweetest Day

The Valentine Ball was all kinds of fun and treats.  I love watching Missy Bugg Martha Stewart do her thing.  She uses whatever is at hand to costume the little ones up and then makes one game after another to entertain them. She is  my favorite party girl.

You can see a little of the sparkly lights on the door in the back right. That's what the whole room looks like and it's actually dark.  Here Bugg is doing a Hershey's Kiss Walk to the music.
 Time for some dancing.

The usual photo fun with some cutesy lips and noses.





 Can you catch these kisses?




 Okay, you happy, I stuck this on here, now take the pictures and leave me to my cool teenagerness please.
Laws, he's handsome.


A big time was had by all!

Saturday, February 11, 2017

How Do I Love Thee Cardboard Box

Let Me Count The Ways


 I love the way that warm brown expanse of surface calls to the two year old and the five year olds, to the girls and to the boys, inviting all kinds of creativity to flow around and about.  Giddy-up spent a great deal of time quoting a favorite book, "The Book With No Pictures."

I love the way your ends open inviting one child at a time to climb inside and scare all the others with their fiercest roar.

 I love the way a simple turn produces a podium, where my fav kindergartner serenades me with a song of all fifty states.

 I love how a few snips with the nippers results in tepee house to chill in for a while.

 Where else can you get so  much bang for your buck?

Sadly, as I feared, the local critter population have  come to the realization that Strider is no longer on guard.  Lost my beautiful Mil' Fleur Bantam this week.
That bad Loretta Hen has taught her cohorts to find other places to lay.  Ever an egg hunt around these parts.  This chicken needs a bit more tutoring in the art of camouflage.


Almost time for the Valentine Ball.  Missy Bugg came over last night to decorate.  I always love to watch her work.

 I got a new chicken game, so we took a break mid decorating to try it out.
 Back to work.

Today was spent at the pool. Not the most comfortable place for a Gramerly at my stage of life- ugh, hot and steamy.  Mr. Bean came in first place in every event except one, took lots of time off.  Missy Bugg had a good workout, as swimming is not nearly as fun as decorating.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

The End of January You Say

Ummm, how could it already be the end of the month?  Whew, time flies. Busy as usual with school and church and family and friends.  Not so much with the Handy Man as he is still working an opposite shift that was supposed to have lasted two months. Here we are at the end of month three and we're looking at many more.
I have never been great at entertaining myself. Well, that isn't entirely true. I have lots of things I'm interested in, but it is just a comfort for me to have someone else around. Even if the someone is watching TV or working in the yard or garage.  I blame it on being the sixth of seven children.
I'm trying to stay busy. I'm doing a book study at church and still working on building community in this new church.
In a happy God- incident, a friend who moved  has been in town to work on a house she's getting ready to sell. She's stayed over a few nights this month. Such fun.
I somehow hurt my leg over Christmas and while I have a much greater range of motion than in the first days, I just can't handle being on it long. I walked an easy trail for Holy Hikes two weeks ago-flat, half  mile, and paid for it.  I hate so much not being able to do my walk after school, so Ms. Glitzy and I have been doing some yoga.  I had it evaluated yesterday and the doc says he thinks it will heal, but I need some physical therapy.
My wee playdaters have  missed being out and feeding the chickens, but without my helpmate, with a bum leg and a hateful rooster with "chicken dumpling" written on his back side, ahem, I can't chase them.  Still, we've managed to have some fun these last weeks.
I realized I had not had a tea party in some time.   There is much to be learned during a tea party.  How to stop when you get to the top.
 How to grasp sugar cubes and get them to your cup.
 Ahh, how to drink from a regular cup.  So many children now have never learned to drink from a cup because every cup they've ever touched has a lid.  We practiced sipping on this evening, and they are getting it.
 We took our paper white bulbs out of the marbles and questioned why one was so big and tall, while the other two were so short.  We discovered that the big plant had a great root system, while the other two had almost no roots.
 One night we made edible snow flakes.  We cut tortillas into snowflakes, rubbed them with butter, then sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar to bake.  Yum.
 Another night a store bought donut was the treat. Still puts a sparkle in this boy's eye.
 During our geometry unit in fifth grade, we created some faux stained glass. I thought with some help, my littles could handle it.  They did a great job.  We discussed  "tri" and "qua".




 Seldom do I use the computer or tv with my poopies, but they weren't sure about stained glass, so we made a trip to the computer to look at some lovely stained glass art.
Mr. Smiley trotted out of the playroom with this basket on him arm informing us that, " I'm going to the Farmer's Market to get some "begables."  So cute.
I don't wonder that when my Wayside Posey Sassy Pants gets where she's going that her caregiver might be curious about her vocabulary.  I was pouring store bought milk over her cereal and she looked at it and said, "Aw you out of cow's milk?"  Then while pushing her grocery cart she said, " I'm going to the buying club."  She loves kefir and will ask if something is a supplement.
Giddy-Up and I worked on this new project, which is too hard for me.

 I can't remember what this string was for, but my little man decided it was ear phones.
 Sassy Pants is making a table .
 Very serious about coloring.
 I love little games like this this moon balance game. It is fairly easy, but to ever get all the pieces on requires some strategy .

This is a work weekend.  Last night was Family Fun Night at school with Steve the Scientist.  Missy Bugg and Giddy-up were the only takers.  I tell you, those two are a joy to take anywhere. They get along good together and love anything going.  Bugg came back home with me for awhile and we enjoyed looking at new book Gardener E. gifted her with.
I always ask about school and my heart always breaks anew at the conversation.  No, not reading any good chapter books, no, not doing much science or social studies, no, can't go out if the temp is under fifty degrees.  I'm reminded how grateful I am to be able to offer them so many experiences.
Thank you Lord for this old farm house, a creek, some chickens.
Sunday will find me in the classroom for Open House.  On Tuesday, I'll take my group to knit with the group where Mom lives.  And poof, it will be February.
Like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of my life.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

The New Year Experience-

According to Missy Bugg and Bean to some Degree

At home today, being our first snow day.  I know Bean and Bugg are home too and they like to see past experiences as they appear here, so I'll get these million pictures up.
It was warm enough for a bonfire, so that is where we spent most of our evening. Nothing delights Bean more than hearing old family ghost tales and talk of terrifying things. Missy Bugg is not a fan. Alas, my camera battery was dead.  Later, when the recharging was done, Bugg said we needed to make up for no fire pictures and proceeded to take a picture of nearly everything in the house that would hold still and some that wouldn't.
I had a party bag of stuff and Oma sent more, so she decked herself out early on.
 Oh, my nearly teenager, who agreed to hold a celebratory hat.
 And Mr. Scout who was a prancy mess, finally decided to settle as the New Year drew near..


 Happy New Year! She still isn't crazy about that sparkling juice.
 She showed me this picture to inform me of Bean's poor photography skills, but I liked it.

 She has a fascination with taking pictures inside of bags.
 So we all piled up together for a long Winter's nap.  Then it was time for our traditional blessing gems.

 Here we are, inside another bag.

 Loom knitting.

 The New Year's Day chore of taking down the tree.












 And, the must haves to kick 2017 off in the right direction, black-eyed peas and cabbage.  She ate exactly one pea and one tiny piece of cabbage. Bean enjoyed his New Year Dinner.


Bugg's Mama is going to need to school that girl in how to take as flattering as possible pictures of her Gramerly. While she certainly didn't leave me out, ahem, none of them will appear here.