The younger four kids have come down with a mild case of the flu, and no one slept very well last night thanks to a symphony of nose flutes and hacking percussion. We slumbered well-past 8:00 and were awakened by a desperate dog and anxious chickens. Henny has made herself a little nest atop Dan's strawbale wall and at last count was sitting on nine eggs, but the other two birds are still locked in their coop/prison at night. Morning chicken duties generally fall to Gideon, as his boots slip easily over his footie pajamas, and he loves any excuse to snuggle on Penny. We just finished a yummy breakfast of huevos rancheros smothered in last night's spicy bean soup. Lance took Isaac to work at Tom's with him, hopeful that staying out of the house will keep them both from succumbing to infection. I am soaking my feet in hot water with Epsom salt (they are sore from running up and down our hill too often lately in my slightly ill-fitting combat boots) in front of the sink while I wash the breakfast dishes and sip instant cappuccino. Havi is sitting on the floor in the center of a hollow square surrounded by Dingo, her Dumpy duck, and Gideon's two plush Angry Birds, wildly waving her arm as she “leads” an improvisational Sacred Harp-style song. “48 on the top!” she yells. “La, la, la, la-la, la, sol, la!” She tries to ignore the dog, who scoots over to gently gnaw on her foot. The boys have been playing “Biblestudy” up on the bunk bed, a current favorite activity in which Gideon reads several verses from Genesis to his little brothers and yells at them for not paying attention. He mentioned the other day that he plans to be a pastor when grows up, but he'll only teach from Genesis, as “that's the book” he “knows best.” After failing to be able to answer several rather basic questions I posed to him about Moses, Abraham, and Joseph, he clarified, “Well, not all of Genesis. Just chapter 1.” Now the boys have cleared off the table in order to play with Ezra's fire station LEGOs. As they build an army of red robots, they all softly sing Twisted Sister's We're Not Gonna Take It in three different keys, which makes me laugh.
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Aunt Nita
1/29/2013 10:17:37 am
Thanks for the update--the description of your kids' activities makes me smile. I would love to sit and watch them! Any little chicks yet?
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