Tagged?

Someone tagged me. I'm not exactly sure what that means...
Here is my best guess:

7 Facts of Life
1. Cheese and chocolate are my two favorite food groups.

2. Craig freaks out when I drive. Yes, I have a license and drive in the lines, okay, most of the time.

3. I love cap guns. Sounds totally politically incorrect, but I played, "Bang-you're-dead" as a kid and still love to play guns.

4. Day lilies are my favorite flower. We have maybe 20 different varieties in our gardens.

5. My grampa is a doctor and a gem cutter. I once lost a precious gem in a rushing river building a rock dam and almost couldn't get the mangled setting off my finger.

6. I watch one hour of TV per week: Fox News Sunday. Emma's take on it: "Are you gonna watch TV? Good, 'cause I was gonna tell you TV rots your brain."

7. I was once bit by a dog jogging. We briefly wondered if the dog had been vaccinated, determined it had, then the bite area swolled up giant, got infected, and finally drained a couple of weeks later.


Does this mean I get to tag someone now?

Patch Day

Today is a patch day. I sure miss getting to see both of those big blue eyes blinking back at me.













Love that baby.

Shaving

Yes, it's real blood. This big boy saw daddy shaving and wanted to be a big man too. In his words: "Momma look, that blood on there."

Cowboys!

Halloween. The kids are dressed as cowboys. Emma informs us she wants to use her gun for hunting. In her words, she wants to, "stick the gun in the water and shoot, so she can bring us back some fish." Oh, won't Daddy be proud.




















"Like this, Honey."















Jack can't get his gun to engage the caps. He tires of trying to pull the "treasure" and resorts to sucking on the end of the pistol between gun fights with bears and "bad guys". In Jack's words, "My see bear. Shoot. Shoot."














The safety, what?!


















































There's a new sheriff in town!














Let's load this puppy.














And, no, Lulu did not go as a pirate. She was the pretty maid the cowboys were all a-rescuing.

Rocks

Okay, Jack loves rocks. Not just, "Oh, wow rocks are really cool!" He loves rocks. He sleeps with them at night. He stashes them all over the house, yard, garage, car. He carries them in pants pockets, sends them through the wash. At Grampa's cabin he started throwing them in the river. What a fun idea, throwing them!! Yeah right! Now wants to throw them at everything - kitchen cabinets while I am on the phone with the Children's Hospital, pretty little girls in the commons at church, random pieces of furniture, house plants.




















So yesterday, Janie is flushing the toilet. Jack leans over to watch and spills three or four rocks into the camode. Janie stops holding the flusher handle down, and we take three seconds to stare at the water. Toilet paper is gone. Rocks rolled out of sight. Mom forgets all about it.

Last night I hear a rattling sound when I flush. Does this mean everything is okay? Is it the don't worry about it unless he flushes something bigger than a toothbrush rule? Or never fear, it's not flooding rule? And, if there are already rocks down there will a toothbrush fit? Oh, and, if you are wondering, yes, he is still fully uninterested in pooping in the toilet! Why stoop that low when you can flush rocks?!

Peppermint Creamy

Don't ya just wish you could enjoy a warm drink like that? With the crisp weather I've been serving Peppermint Creamy. It is basically warm milk with a couple pumps of peppermint syrup. The kids love it, and it doesn't stain! Yay from the laundry-is-not-my-favorite corner.

Chores

Anyone else remember doing chores? These little chickadees seem to enjoy it! I say, in our house if you want to eat, you have to work. Today the kids cleaned our sinks for their chore. I assigned the kitchen sink to Janie and the bathroom one to Jack. Later, they were both elbow-deep in the kitchen.













Jack pilfered a soft-bristled baby brush as a scrubber, and Jane doled out generous pumps of dish soap.



















Janie loves to be bossy, but like all oldest children know, it's only because she wants things done right! :) Haha, I'm an oldest too.



















In Janie's words: "I like cleaning the sink, and I love it."

Now, she's cleaning out the kitchen cupboards.
WaHoo, she just found tea for a tea party!