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I CUN BE CHOOFL FOR UTHERS

Brenna’s Primary lesson yesterday was about honesty. At the end of the lesson the kids just got to color and Brenna figured out how to write this all by herself. Yes, my four year old is a phonics genius!! And, she even put a period at the end of her sentance!!

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(It’s supposed to say “I can be truthful for others.”)

This is a treasure.

I have more pictures to add. I took some on our good day on Friday, you know, the day I bathed all three of my children. Well, I felt so ambitious, and my kids were too clean, we had to make play dough for school. What mother in her right mind would make play dough for her freshly bathed children? I don’t know. I obviously wasn’t in my right mind, and now light blue (food coloring just isn’t potent enough to make anything other than grayish ugly light blue) salt dough is smashed into my dining area carpet. (Someday when we’re rich we will put tile down in the dining area. Carpet and eating toddlers or play dough playing are definitely not a good combination.) So, my good day got a little stressful…but then, while I was trying to clean up the salt dough mess, Jonah went to the bathroom by himself. Which was fine until he washed his hands and filled the sink up , and then tried to scrub it with half a roll of toilet paper. Wet toilet paper doesn’t have a whole lot of scrubbing power, but it sure is fun to watch it break up to little bits in the sink full of water, then pull the plug and watch it go down the drain–for awhile. Because eventually it stops going down the drain because it is completely clogged. Anyway, my day was pretty good until then. I didn’t take pictures of any of that, though. I just wanted to run away.

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So we went outside and spread out some blankets under a tree and read a little bit of Wind in the Willows. The kids were being good, so I gave them suckers. I simply had to ruin the clean kid thing even further by letting Jonah drench himself in sticky slobber. (You have to click on this picture to get the full effect of the slobber. I mean, there is some slobber!)

Barry unclogged the sink. He can do anything.

We went for a pretty fall walk yesterday, so I have to include these pictures too.

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At the dinner table last night:

Jonah: Is that the neighbor’s house? (pointing out the window)
Me: Yep.
Jonah: Why do the neighbors have a house?
Me: So they have a place to live.
Jonah: No! But they do bad fings. They knock over trees and gates and mailboxes. And they do bad fings and knock over fings and they have big horns. They bonk fings with big horns here and here (waving his hand over his face–nose and forehead). No, neighbors can’t have houses, they bonk them down with their horns and do mean fings and…
Me: Neighbors are people, silly. They don’t have horns. They need to live in houses like us.
Jonah: Oh.

It’s quiet in here…

Brenna and Jonah have shut the door to their room–so I’m going to leave them there for a while. They can’t get out on their own though, because I put a child safety lock thing on the inside so that there can’t be any escapes from nap-time or bed time. Is that mean? No. It keeps me sane.

Anyway, it’s quiet. Brenna and Jonah are happily playing together without screaming or fighting or bugging each other. After about 10 minutes of crying (I think I would cry too if the contents of my diaper were dripping) my angelic baby has returned to his angelic state and is now asleep–on his stomach, I might add. Don’t tell my doctor, or child protective services, because they will insist that my 3 month old baby will suffocate and die of SIDS because he is sleeping on his tummy. But I’M the mom. He sleeps on his tummy very soundly. So there.

I am very proud of myself this morning. I bathed all three of my children. In one morning. All by myself. They are all clean and sweet smelling with clean underwear and clothes and nicely combed hair!! It always seems like such a dautning task. I mean–there’s water and toys and “I want bubbles!” and “Jonah’s kicking me!” and “I need more toys!” and the indiscriminate ear shattering screams when Jonah has perceived that he didn’t get his way. And in the bathroom it echoes. So, my children usually get bathed once a week. At the most. Sometimes I completely forget to bathe Logan because he doesn’t stink and hardly spits up or has messy poop explosions, and then I’ll realize it’s been nearly two weeks since he was so much as rinsed off, and that is like a quarter of his life! So then I get out the little tub and fill it with 98 degree water and plunge his delicious naked little body into the water and he screams, so I hurry and wipe him off with a little bit of baby soap, then I wrap him up in a hooded towell–and it all only takes like 5 minutes, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but it’s just the thought of it. Or remembering to have a thought of it.

Anyway, Brenna and Jonah are yelling to be set free. I guess I’ll let them out.

This is my rabbit

Sally.

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She is a French Angora from Somerhill Farm. I plucked her this week, and now that Barry (aka. The Man Who Can do ANYTHING) has made it easy for me to put pictures in my entries I’m going to show whoever looks at this site (anyone?) a full fluff bunny, defluffed, and a pile of fluff that I will magically turn into yarn. That is one thing I CAN do. Barry does everything else.