Decisions, Decisions

Ah, this blog business is an interesting one.  No one's life is always peachy, and I sort of feel a responsibility to be real when real is knocking at my door, but I am personally worn out of being weepy and I imagine others are pretty worn out with me too.  I've had some things to say of late, but seriously thought that maybe I was just too sad to blog anymore.  I really started this to keep my kin up on Kaye and my chicken adventures.  Well, Kaye is gone and I don't know how much longer I'll have anything to say about the chickens either.  Then my sister tells me of an old friend who enjoys keeping up with our family through the blog, so here I am with one more sad story.My sweet Arwen was terrified of storms.  We had a little pop-up storm on Thursday just a very few minutes before Handy Man pulled in the drive. My panic stricken pooch tried to jump the fence, but didn't make it and consequently, didn't make it.  Ahh, law, more tears.
 With no protector for the chickens, who knows?

On the other hand, no one could be uncheered by this little dumpling.  Looks like he's going love Legos like his Papa.

 School is well underway and we've been as busy as usual.  We wandered into the dry creek bed for a bit of sketching and to see if life could be found in a dry creek.

 After experimenting with bubbles of plain soap and bubbles with an addition of corn syrup, we met our reading buddies and had a big, bubble blowing time.

 With Captain off across the deep blue sea, and my students having already met him and tried on his 70 pounds of gear and writing to his team, I decided to just do a geography/cultural project titled "Indiana to Afghanistan" with my kidlets.  The girls are wearing head wraps and you can see them here in our faux marketplace.  A fun coincidence, I got a postcard from Captain this week showing women in full coverage with just a net like piece to see through.  My girls are always happy to take theirs off at the end of our lesson.