Corn Chucking and Creeking

Wow, it must already be Saturday again.  A dear friend is considering the position of instructional assistant, and not a moment too soon.  I feet like I've been drowning since the week before school started.  I will so love having some help.
I have about ten kids who are very high in math. Honestly, they've already mastered most of fifth grade standards in math. I have a handful that are where you would expect them to be and an equal size handful that have not yet mastered fourth grade math.  Keeping them all on track and moving on is exhausting.
 Last night, I came home, took a nap, got up and heated up leftovers, and very soon went back to read the evening away.
Up early this morning to get a package off to the Captain, and then plan meals, wash clothes, grocery, and all the chores the weekend brings.
First though, a bit of reflection on fun.
While the boys were off on an adventure somewhere around the place, the girls, Grandfather and I pulled the very last of the summer corn, and "chucked" it for supper.  Still delicious-sad it is gone.




Giddy-up wanted to travel through the troll tunnel to the creek. He is very into rock throwing.

 Bean found a wood worm that we all needed to take a closer look at.

 I love this picture with the sun shining through the troll tunnel.

 You know that bigger rocks, are, well, bigger, therefore better somehow.

 It is mosquito fighting time. They've been worse than usual all year, but late August is always thick with them and now we've learned West Nile has reached our area. Bah-humbug.  Baby Boy, and Giddy-up are mosquito magnets I fear.
A fun Playdate in spite of the fog of bug repellant.