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Tuesday, August 04, 2009
I was treated yesterday to a rare visit by some little people who use to live here.
Brady had been rummaging through a drawer trying to find an empty cassette tape to make some recording on our tape player. What he ended up finding was a tape that our older children made on August 3, 2000---which happened to be exactly, to the day, 9 years before.
Maria runs away holding her ears to hear herself give lusty renditions of a whole repertoire of songs. Funny, I don't remember her singing *that* much, but then it was mentioned at one point on the tape that, "Mommy is outside butchering 100 chickens."
A good part of the tape takes place in our kitchen while the girls were washing dishes. Maria and Audrey state their names and ages, 9 and 7 respectively. They were, by all appearances, pretending to give a dish washing demonstration because Maria says, "Now we're going to show you how to wash the dishes. Audrey hurry up!"
Hearing this little slice of life from back then has my older children saying to the little brothers, "See! I told you we had to do more back then than you guys have to!"
I wish I could just reach right into the tape and give hugs and kisses to the children my children used to be....not that I don't like them now, I just sometimes miss the little people they use to be!
Brady and Brock were 7 month old babies on this tape. You could hear them crying and I hear the girls inspire each other with the "whose baby can be the quietest the longest" contests.
Oh, those were the days. I'm glad it was recorded, but I'm sad it's gone!
~Colleen
Maria runs away holding her ears to hear herself give lusty renditions of a whole repertoire of songs. Funny, I don't remember her singing *that* much, but then it was mentioned at one point on the tape that, "Mommy is outside butchering 100 chickens."
A good part of the tape takes place in our kitchen while the girls were washing dishes. Maria and Audrey state their names and ages, 9 and 7 respectively. They were, by all appearances, pretending to give a dish washing demonstration because Maria says, "Now we're going to show you how to wash the dishes. Audrey hurry up!"
Hearing this little slice of life from back then has my older children saying to the little brothers, "See! I told you we had to do more back then than you guys have to!"
I wish I could just reach right into the tape and give hugs and kisses to the children my children used to be....not that I don't like them now, I just sometimes miss the little people they use to be!
Brady and Brock were 7 month old babies on this tape. You could hear them crying and I hear the girls inspire each other with the "whose baby can be the quietest the longest" contests.
Oh, those were the days. I'm glad it was recorded, but I'm sad it's gone!
~Colleen
There's more to making hay than making hay
So, after quite a bit of arranging, Clark and Trevor were buckled securely into their carseats. We left in the white truck to go pick up a shaft for the discbine. Why we needed a new one has become an issue that we aren't talking about anymore! Let's just summarize by saying that those things don't come cheap: $1500 (or something like)!
Anyhow, because we were in a rush to have the thing, it was decided that we would expedite the process and personally drive the hour one way to pick it up. The plan was to have it installed that very afternoon so that haymaking could resume.
The two little guys and I, we were cruising merrily along the 4 lane highway that was taking us to the implement dealer. Very unexpectedly BANG! the driver's side rear tire blew out. I guided the truck into the berm and Clark yielded the cell phone he'd been playing with. I explained to Paul what happened and he eventually says, "So, you want me to come change it, I take it." Well yeah, that would pretty much be it....
I didn't feel particularily safe with the volume of traffic whizzing past, so I weebled and wobbled down the berm to the exit ramp that was some yards distant from where I initially stopped. I wasn't convinced one way or the other whether this was smart or not, so in case anyone thought I was stupid for driving on the wheel rim I only did it when there was a break in traffic and no one could see me. Any assute person, however, would notice the black track I was leaving. I was glad later for Paul's sake that he wasn't as close to traffic when he finally got there to change the tire for me. I think he was glad, too.
I had instinctively reached for the hazard lights button on the steering colum when I first got the truck pulled over, but I dispensed with the idea of using them when the button flew off as I barely touched it. The lights didn't go on anyway. Some time later I had Trevor on my lap and he bumped something. The hazard lights immediately commenced their flashing. By that time I really wasn't intersted in having someone actually stop to help us (not that anyone offered!). The baby had promptly messed his pants while sitting in my lap at just about the exact moment that I found the solution for stilling the lights with my finger in a little hole on the steering column.
Paul told me there had been a bolt wedged in there by the button earlier, but it must've flown out. I never did find the bolt, but I the nickle and dime that I had found on the dash is still doing the job of keeping the hazard from flashing now.
When Paul got done changing the tire and came to my window to let me know I could proceed with my journey I asked him what the chances of another tire blowout were. I saw the corners of his mouth twitch a little as they do sometimes. He asked me when the last time I'd had a blowout. I told him this was my first. He said, "Well then, if it goes as long 'til the next one you should be good for quite a while." LOL
Paul took Clark home with him from there. Trevor and I got home about 2 hours later, safe and sound.
The haymaking never did resume, by the way. There was rain in the forecast.
~Colleen
Anyhow, because we were in a rush to have the thing, it was decided that we would expedite the process and personally drive the hour one way to pick it up. The plan was to have it installed that very afternoon so that haymaking could resume.
The two little guys and I, we were cruising merrily along the 4 lane highway that was taking us to the implement dealer. Very unexpectedly BANG! the driver's side rear tire blew out. I guided the truck into the berm and Clark yielded the cell phone he'd been playing with. I explained to Paul what happened and he eventually says, "So, you want me to come change it, I take it." Well yeah, that would pretty much be it....
I didn't feel particularily safe with the volume of traffic whizzing past, so I weebled and wobbled down the berm to the exit ramp that was some yards distant from where I initially stopped. I wasn't convinced one way or the other whether this was smart or not, so in case anyone thought I was stupid for driving on the wheel rim I only did it when there was a break in traffic and no one could see me. Any assute person, however, would notice the black track I was leaving. I was glad later for Paul's sake that he wasn't as close to traffic when he finally got there to change the tire for me. I think he was glad, too.
I had instinctively reached for the hazard lights button on the steering colum when I first got the truck pulled over, but I dispensed with the idea of using them when the button flew off as I barely touched it. The lights didn't go on anyway. Some time later I had Trevor on my lap and he bumped something. The hazard lights immediately commenced their flashing. By that time I really wasn't intersted in having someone actually stop to help us (not that anyone offered!). The baby had promptly messed his pants while sitting in my lap at just about the exact moment that I found the solution for stilling the lights with my finger in a little hole on the steering column.
Paul told me there had been a bolt wedged in there by the button earlier, but it must've flown out. I never did find the bolt, but I the nickle and dime that I had found on the dash is still doing the job of keeping the hazard from flashing now.
When Paul got done changing the tire and came to my window to let me know I could proceed with my journey I asked him what the chances of another tire blowout were. I saw the corners of his mouth twitch a little as they do sometimes. He asked me when the last time I'd had a blowout. I told him this was my first. He said, "Well then, if it goes as long 'til the next one you should be good for quite a while." LOL
Paul took Clark home with him from there. Trevor and I got home about 2 hours later, safe and sound.
The haymaking never did resume, by the way. There was rain in the forecast.
~Colleen
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