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4/8/11

Growler

Bucket has a new nickname. She is Growler now. She has become fond of making this obnoxious adorably sweet growling noise at the most uh, unique times (think library, prayer, bible study, you get it) 



She growls. 






When she is not growling (or tasting chickens) she is learning how to crawl.  This was her first attempt.  She was so proud of herself.

She's our little Growler.
Love her!

4/7/11

Run For Your Tuffet!




Yikes!  Bucket (8 months) is super fast!
Thankfully, Miss Muffet only got her feathers ruffled.

4/6/11

When We Are Bored

We like to do things big around here, and we never like to be bored.  I guess we got bored.

Meet the newest members of our flock.

 This is Butter (4) with "Rosemary"


Sis (6) with "Dandy-Lion"

Boy (10) ((oh my goodness, he is TEN)) with "Soren"

Pops (2.5) with "Miss Muffet"

and Guys (11) with "Cinnamon"



Hopefully we can keep the other farm animals away from our new little chicks!


Don't you want about 10 of them for yourself?

Dad is in the process of building a chicken tractor for when they are old enough to move outside.


and I am still trying to convince Butter it is "just a little chicky poop"




Keepin 'Em Busy

I remember the days when I thought it couldn't be possible to homeschool more than one grade at a time.  I wondered how exactly one was to keep little guys busy so a math lesson could be taught without a toilet flooding.  I knew I didn't want to resort to using the television as a baby sitter, tempting as it may be.    I thought I must need special toys (helpful though, they are) or magic tricks or something.

It didn't take long to figure out that it doesn't take much to keep little ones occupied long enough to teach a math lesson or two.



a full 45 minutes this lil bird played in the flour, pouring it back and forth between a couple of bowls, "helping mom cook."  He loved the texture of the flour between his fingers, toes, and apparently, eyelashes.

You don't have to find a baby sitter to bake bread, teach a math lesson, or sew.
There are so many exciting things to do, and many of them are right in the kitchen.

Today Pops stayed busy long enough for me to cook dinner by "washing the dishes" standing on the stool at the sink with a pot of water and a couple of measuring spoons.  Sure, he splashed water on the floor and counter, but I just dry it with a towel and count it as mopping. I know that he is learning so much by exploring, helping mom, and not watching mindless t.v. (or flooding toilets) plus, it's darn near free, and extremely adorable, in my opinion.



Bucket much prefers measuring cups and spoons to fancy toys.  

What are your favorite activities for keeping little ones busy?

3/30/11

Of Cheerfulness.

This is from the 1824 Blue Back Speller that was used by many of our founding fathers to educate their children and grandchildren.

Of CHEERFULNESS

Q. Is cheerfulness a virtue?
A. It doubtless is, and a moral duty to practice it.

Q. Can we be cheerful when we please?
A. In general it depends much on ourselves. We can often mold our tempers into a cheerful frame. --We can frequent company and other objects calculated to inspire us with cheerfulness. To indulge an habitual gloominess of mind is weakness and sin.

Q. What are the effects of cheerfulness on ourselves?
A. Cheerfulness is a great preservative of health, over which it is our duty to watch with care. We have no right to sacrifice our health tby the indulgence of a gloomy state of mind. Besides, a cheerful man will do more business, and do it better, than a melancholy one.

Q. What are the effects of cheerfulness on others?
A. Cheerfulness is readily communicated to others, by which means their happiness is increased. We are all influenced by sympathy, and naturally partake of the joys and sorrows of others.

Q. What effect has melancholy on the heart?
A. It hardens and benumbs it—It chills the warm affections of love and friendship, and prevents the exercise of the social passions. A melancholy person's life is all night and winter. It is as unnatural as perpetual darkness and frost.

Q. What shall one do when overwhelmed with grief?
A. The best method of expelling grief from the mind, or of quieting its pains, is to change the objects that are about us; to ride from place to place, and frequent cheerful company. It is our duty so to do, especially when grief sits heavy on the heart.

Q. Is it not right to grieve for the loss of our friends?
A. It is certainly right; but we should endeavor to moderate our grief, and not suffer it to impair our health, or to grow into a settled melancholy. The use of grief is to soften the heart and make us better. But when our friends are dead, we can render them no further service. Our duty to them ends, when we commit them to the grave; but our duty to ourselves, our families, and surviving friends, requires that we perform to them the customary offices of life. We should therefore remember our departed friends only to imitate their virtues; and not to pine away with useless sorrow.

Q. Has not religion a tendency to fill the mind with gloom?
A. True religion never has this effect. Superstition and false notions of God, often make men gloomy; but true rational piety and religion have the contrary effect. They fill the mind with joy and cheerfulness and the countenance of a truly pious man should always wear a serene smile.

Q. What has Christ said concerning gloomy Christians?
A. He has pronounced them hypocrites; and commanded his followers not to copy their sad countenances and disfigured faces; but even in their actos of humiliation to “anoint their heads and wash their feet.” Christ intended by this, that religion does not consist in, nor require a monkish sadness and gravity; on the other hand, he intimates that such appearances of sanctity are generally the marks of hypocrisy. He expressly enjoins upon this followers marks of cheerfulness. Indeed, the only true ground of perpetual cheerfulness, is, a consciousness of ever having done well, and an assurance of divine favor.

My, how far school has come. Or more precisely, how far it has degraded...

I hope you enjoyed, and be of good cheer!

3/16/11

I Used to be a Night Owl.

Why is it that first children to rise in the morning are the ones with the hungriest tummies and the least ability to help themselves?
I am typically greeted in the morning by one or all three of the youngest children and they are almost always asking for food.
It's like a contest for Dad and me to wake-up at least an hour before them so we can have coffee and bible together before the hustle and bustle of life begins. Seems that no matter how early we get up though, the little munchers are right behind us! Since dad has not been here to coax me out from under my down comforter with coffee in the wee hours of darkness, I have been oversleeping (until 7am!) and therefore being greeted by all sorts of 2 and 4 year old bright-eyed conversation.

This morning over oatmeal that tiny hands helped make (by help I mean sprinkle the cinnamon all over the counter, stir melting butter onto the back of the stove, and have a most delightful time doing it! BTW~ the joy they have is totally worth the mess!) Butter (4) decided to give Pops (2) a lesson when I left the table to change the baby:

"Pops, China is a bad place. We don't want to go there. That is where people talk Spanish like "see-da-den-ma-doh" and that is how bad guys talk so China is bad." In a very matter-of-fact-teacher voice.

After a long pause Pops replied "uh, say thank you to me for making the oatmeal."

"Oh, thanks Poppies (that is Butter's newest nickname for Pops), it's soooo good and I made it too!"

Where do they get this stuff? It was so hard to not bust out laughing. I love it!

Come Visit!

we feature your very own guest master suite with private bathroom!

Plus, if our mini zoo isn't enough (I'm talking about the animals, not the children),
there is much to see and do here on Whidbey Island!

(click the words "see and do" to see more!)

3/14/11

Just for Fun.


We play with blocks.

And make dinner.


And paint Solomon's Temple.

And discover popcorn that expired in 2009 from our camping bucket. (It was good.)

My Pickles Are NOT Frozen!

Remember this?


That is frozen pickles... and eggs stored on the counter so they don't crack.




My homemade pickles aren't frozen anymore.  I love my new refrigerator.  I can fit in it every fresh thing my little organic heart fancies.
It has a freezer on the bottom.
That is so practical.


Especially for playing with horses!

3/13/11

Our first dinner (as a family, in our new home)

Dad bought me the most perfect gift while he was in Colorado. I put it to good use the very first night he was home.
I turned my attention away from dinner for just a moment, and dad caught my dinner helper red handed tounged.

Couldn't be this sweet lil bird, could it?

we had Taco Pie - Dad's favorite- for our first "in the oven" meal in over 18 months.


It was very nice!