It'll probably make them blush (but not more than the MOM post does to me....), but I had to share a funny thing I observed last evening as the children were getting ready to go to the nursing home to sing.
Paul and I weren't going and neither was Clark who was asleep nor Logan who had to milk. (Oh, let me say I really appreciate that Logan sacrificed going and having a good time with the rest all because "the milk must flow on!". I am sure there are many stories of ruined plans and disappointments behind many a gallon of milk produced by family farms!)
Anyhow, back to the funny thing.
Miles (who is 3) wanted to go with them, which was trying big brother Blake's patience badly because Miles was still standing in his unders when it was time to go. Blake suddenly thought of an idea to speed things along. I heard him open the door and call for Audrey, who had already gone to the van.
Audrey soon came in. Blake and she got their heads together. After not much time at all, Blake swung the front door open and Audrey led Miles by the hand through the door (still clad only in unders) with his clothes bunched under her arm. As the door banged shut I heard Blake tell Audrey, "You'll make a fine mother someday, Aud."
~Colleen
Monday, June 09, 2008
Baby Eggs
It is Garth's job to gather and wash the eggs every day. It is a big job for a ten year old, but he does well with it (most days!).
As Garth is washing the eggs, he generally sits on the floor with the crate of eggs, the cartons, and the pan of water all around him. Must be hereditary. All his older siblings did it this same way as each of them took their turn at this job. I should compile a photo essay of each of them at this age at this same job....I might if I can find the pictures...
Anyway when Garth washes the eggs, Miles is often right there with him keeping his eye on the crate hoping to spot what he calls "Baby Eggs". These are eggs that are extra small, often without a yoke. It's just something that happens with chickens and eggs sometimes.
If he spots one, Miles takes it----his Baby Egg----and tenderly carries it around in his little hand. Usually until it is hopelessly broken. If it cracks only just a little, he puts a bandaid on it. He often has the older children draw faces on them and give them a marker drawn tuft of hair at the top.
Well, looks like the neighbor is here with some strawberries. Later today we'll go get more berries at a few of the other neighbors.
~Colleen
As Garth is washing the eggs, he generally sits on the floor with the crate of eggs, the cartons, and the pan of water all around him. Must be hereditary. All his older siblings did it this same way as each of them took their turn at this job. I should compile a photo essay of each of them at this age at this same job....I might if I can find the pictures...
Anyway when Garth washes the eggs, Miles is often right there with him keeping his eye on the crate hoping to spot what he calls "Baby Eggs". These are eggs that are extra small, often without a yoke. It's just something that happens with chickens and eggs sometimes.
If he spots one, Miles takes it----his Baby Egg----and tenderly carries it around in his little hand. Usually until it is hopelessly broken. If it cracks only just a little, he puts a bandaid on it. He often has the older children draw faces on them and give them a marker drawn tuft of hair at the top.
Well, looks like the neighbor is here with some strawberries. Later today we'll go get more berries at a few of the other neighbors.
~Colleen
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