WHAT possesses people to think summer break is a good idea? Mothers fool themselves into thinking they'll be able to sleep in 15 mintues longer when in reality we're just faced with more children sticking cocoa puffs up their noses (like one wasn't enough).
We're now in our second week o'summer love and I'm ready to throttle them. The toddler is so excited that the older three are home that she's skipping naps to be with them. Then around 9pm her head flips around and she spits pea soup at me screaming she's evil. By then, I have to agree. This morning - they've decided to have a dance party; they're dressed in every piece of floaty ballerina gear they could dig up from the toyboxes and are rockin' out to kid music on satellite. It's all fun until the flying dropkick by the 6yr old into the 10yr old, you'd think they watch wrestling with all these slick moves. I'm running out of frozen peas to slap on swelling bruises and we're still looking for Syenna's eyeball under the couch.
Lily just learned to say "Hannukah". That's brilliant except we're not Jewish and I don't see it coming up in conversation anytime soon since it's June. I'll probably be making paper dreidels by the end of the day...
My neighbor, Carol, is moving this week. She's given us a lot of things to help with filling the new house, I now have this house decorated in "early Carol" but am running out of space quickly. If I didn't think that raccoons would nest in the bookcases, I'd send some up there with Bryan! Speaking of Bryan and the house, his one-year accident anniversary was yesterday! Syenna kept walking around the house saying, "I hope he doesn't do reenactments..". And what was he doing? Finishing the roof (sans harness - he's a rebel) and being stung by hornets. Can you feel the enthusiasm to finish?? ;)
Till next time-
Fool on the Hill
6.27.2005
6.10.2005
Fool on the Hill update
As many of you may know from an earlier post, we're building a huge house atop a *mountain* (side snort from anyone coming from Oregon) in Virginia. I'll soon be making an extra blog for that whole hoo-haa but until then here are some photos :) We're about 55% finished and now are just doing the interior stuff (and waiting for siding). Whoops! We also have all the doors and garage doors on now too!
5.25.2005
Beatrix and me
My life has now turned into a Beatrix Potter book. Spring has sprung in my yard and I'm floating in wildlife! The girls are crazy for the pansy-gorging groundhog that took up residence under our front steps:
And the proliferation of bunnies in the backyard:
When we first found them about a week ago:
The mama giving them a last nibble before sending them out into the world yesterday:
The wee baby before she hopped off with her siblings:
And my even more local wildlife (at the zoo while Rowyn and I were rafting):
And the proliferation of bunnies in the backyard:
When we first found them about a week ago:
The mama giving them a last nibble before sending them out into the world yesterday:
The wee baby before she hopped off with her siblings:
And my even more local wildlife (at the zoo while Rowyn and I were rafting):
5.23.2005
Bob the Elusive Mountain Cow
My life is rarely simple. Having a copius amount of daughters leads me to frantically schedule girl scout meetings amongst gymnastics and playdates. I have a bounty of boys in my front tree all calling for them to come out and play, I know these same kids will be the ones trying to take them to prom so Bryan's getting his game face on early and practices his gun-cleaning skills.
This weekend, I took Rowyn on a girl scout rafting adventure in Pennsylvania.
Being true Oregonians, we marveled at the beauty of the river and the carpet of trees in varigated greens. Then reverted to our wimpy state as soon as the rain started at 2am and I slept in a puddle. Who designs these tents? Edward Scissorhands? It reminded me of a time in college where I was in a class that met only one time at Crater Lake Park in Oregon. I broke my toe the night before so missed the informational meeting and decided to drive up anyway the next day. Never having pitched a tent before and more than hoping to find someone to pity me with firewood (never did), I found myself alone and cold but happily eating marshmellows that night and telling myself ghost stories at the campground. The next morning, I awoke to idyllic sunshine and stuck to my pillow. I had inadvertantly rolled onto the marshmellow packet and the baggie was stuck to my head. Imagine a woman with a swollen foot, frozen butt and marshmellows sticking off her head emerging from a wonky tent. I was magnificent!
The remainder of the day was spent searching for wildflowers (the original intent of the class) and talus formations (rocks I assume, I never really did find them...). As I traveled the crater, I noticed I was being followed, by cows. Immediately I'm thinking they want my marshmellow- encrusted hair, then I wonder what the heck cows are doing in a national park. I have yet to figure out the true reason for the bovine fascination but those dang things were everywhere! True to my pioneer spirit, I had a fabulous time the rest of the day and now think of this as one of my best camping trips ever. :)
Go ahead... call me Fool on the Hill for this blog entry...
Latah Vadah~
This weekend, I took Rowyn on a girl scout rafting adventure in Pennsylvania.
Being true Oregonians, we marveled at the beauty of the river and the carpet of trees in varigated greens. Then reverted to our wimpy state as soon as the rain started at 2am and I slept in a puddle. Who designs these tents? Edward Scissorhands? It reminded me of a time in college where I was in a class that met only one time at Crater Lake Park in Oregon. I broke my toe the night before so missed the informational meeting and decided to drive up anyway the next day. Never having pitched a tent before and more than hoping to find someone to pity me with firewood (never did), I found myself alone and cold but happily eating marshmellows that night and telling myself ghost stories at the campground. The next morning, I awoke to idyllic sunshine and stuck to my pillow. I had inadvertantly rolled onto the marshmellow packet and the baggie was stuck to my head. Imagine a woman with a swollen foot, frozen butt and marshmellows sticking off her head emerging from a wonky tent. I was magnificent!
The remainder of the day was spent searching for wildflowers (the original intent of the class) and talus formations (rocks I assume, I never really did find them...). As I traveled the crater, I noticed I was being followed, by cows. Immediately I'm thinking they want my marshmellow- encrusted hair, then I wonder what the heck cows are doing in a national park. I have yet to figure out the true reason for the bovine fascination but those dang things were everywhere! True to my pioneer spirit, I had a fabulous time the rest of the day and now think of this as one of my best camping trips ever. :)
Go ahead... call me Fool on the Hill for this blog entry...
Latah Vadah~
5.12.2005
Welcome!
Well this is awkward.
I hate filling out the "meet your blogger" bios, it reminds me too much of the "what you did for summer vacation" essays. How often can I write, "I ate a bug."?
I have four daughters, four because I did not want five. My husband is currently building a house on a nearby mountain, I'll just refer to him as the Fool on the Hill from here on out; it's now going into it's 2.5 year of construction with no end in sight. Granted, we had a wee setback when he flew off the roof last summer and broke his butt so I'll give him a little healing time :)
At the moment, I'm a graphic artist (meaning I can draw a stick figure), writer when I feel like it and make fabulous salve to heal itchy skin. What can I say... it's a gift. I'll be posting here when new things pop up and whenever I feel the urge to post a ghost story.
Come on over and say howdy! What kind of salves would you like to see? Know a good ghost story? I'm compiling stories of objects that have ghosts attached so if you see grandma's mirror with an odd face in it, give me a hollah!
I hate filling out the "meet your blogger" bios, it reminds me too much of the "what you did for summer vacation" essays. How often can I write, "I ate a bug."?
I have four daughters, four because I did not want five. My husband is currently building a house on a nearby mountain, I'll just refer to him as the Fool on the Hill from here on out; it's now going into it's 2.5 year of construction with no end in sight. Granted, we had a wee setback when he flew off the roof last summer and broke his butt so I'll give him a little healing time :)
At the moment, I'm a graphic artist (meaning I can draw a stick figure), writer when I feel like it and make fabulous salve to heal itchy skin. What can I say... it's a gift. I'll be posting here when new things pop up and whenever I feel the urge to post a ghost story.
Come on over and say howdy! What kind of salves would you like to see? Know a good ghost story? I'm compiling stories of objects that have ghosts attached so if you see grandma's mirror with an odd face in it, give me a hollah!
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