Kids Say the Darndest Things

I've been getting some teasing for never updating my blog. I've been crazy busy and haven't actually logged on in a while, but while reading other blogs, I've realized I've been neglectful. The other day we were having Family Home Evening on Thanksgiving. My sister gave the lesson and was telling the story of the Pilgrims. She told about why they left England and how long their voyage was. Then she asked, "Does anyone know what time the Pilgrims landed?" She meant of year, of course, and was going to go on and tell about their hard first winter. Taryn raised her hand and said, "Three o'clock?"

Help

My camera malfunctioned Halloween night and I have few, if any, usable pictures. Anybody who was at the Bells that night and happens to have pics of my kids, at this point even if they're in the background, or me or Jason, PLEASE let me know. I saw people with cameras that night so I'm begging for help.

Deja Vu All Over Again

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like your life was on one continuous loop, kind of a "Groundhog Day" but in hours instead of a whole day.

I'm sitting here, exhausted at 8 pm, and trying to think how I got here.

Done the Dishes. Yup at breakfast. Yup at lunch. Yup after school. Yup after dinner.

Laundry. Before Lunch. After Lunch. After school got out. Just finished folding and putting away the last load.

Clean the basement. Morning. Afternoon. Evening.

That's been my day. I've accomplished three things, mutiple times. Boy do I feel accomplished.

There's the South, and there's the South South

Below is a blog entry from my friend in Tennessee. I found it both horrifying and slightly amusing that the newspaper felt it necessary to put it it. Please understand that this is in no way embellished or made up. She got it out of her newspaper. REALLY!

Squirrel Pot Pie
I know we live in the South, but it isn't the South-South, like Mississippi or Louisiana or Georgia. In fact, I have heard that Nashville is referred to as the "new South", which I thought meant, "new and improved". But then our local paper arrived, and my eyes were opened. There was a half page feature titled Squirrel Pot Pie. It starts off like this: "Do you hunt squirrels? Here're some reasons to besides making a good meal." Then the evils of squirrels are detailed in the next several paragraphs, including, "One of the biggest complaints we humans have about squirrels is that they raid our bird feeders." (The nerve! I'm convinced--they should definitely be eaten!)The article concludes with this sentiment and recipe: "'Tis the season to bag some bushytails--and here's how to cook 'em.3 squirrels1/2 cup of all purpose flour2 tablespoons butter1 quart boiling water1 chopped onion1 teaspoon salt1/4 teaspoon pepperBiscuit crust from a 10-biscuit canLemon juice, sherry or Worcestershire sauce (optional)Cut squirrels to serving size and roll in flour. Melt 2 tablespoons of butter in saucepan. Saute squirrel until brown. . ."There's more. But I need to go throw up now.

A Fish Story

This is a story of a man named Jason, who was not a very lucky fisherman. In fact, poor Jason never seemed to catch any fish, only fishlets. Then one October he went to a magical fishing haven called "Coeur d'Alene." For four days he and his brave fishing companions, Larkin, Mike and Al, toiled away the hours casting line after line and having very little luck, especially Jason.

The last day these intrepid men were in this magical land, they heard of a special lake called "Killarney." Our poor heroes were cold and tired, but they were willing to give it one more try. So they motored their boat out into the lake and Jason felt a tug and caught this fish.

He was happy, even though it was quite an ordinary fish. But then he felt another tug at his line. This time as he reeled, his companions watched in amazement. They gaped at the great beast giving a mighty fight, but our hero was stronger, and soon had the thing on board.

THIS WAS THE FISH!!!!!

And that is the story of how Jason caught his first, and possibly last, trophy fish. Now bow your head in respect for this mighty fisherman.

Calling the Tooth Fairy

Okay, so we're sitting at lunch today and Taryn just casually says to Jason and me, "I think if I take another bite of my sandwich my tooth is going to fall out." That came totally out of the blue. She hasn't been complaining of a sore tooth and she never even mentioned one was loose. So we take a look and realize she's right. Jason grabs hold and two wiggles later its out. That was the least dramatic first tooth lost we've ever been through, and this from our biggest drama queen.

Last One!!!!

Today was Jack's first day of preschool. It's not very long and only twice a week, but he's so excited to be going to school like his sisters. This means that twice a week I am down to no kids at home. Part of me is sad at the end of an era, but part of me is doing a happy dance.

He's also excited because his cousin Braden is going to the same school, but not the same class.