Happy Friday the 13th

As I was walking out of work this morning I wished one of my little guys a Happy Friday the 13th and since my kids were there (Hubby is off to Gulf wars), they asked why I said that.

Which lead to a conversation on the Templars, which lead to the King Phillip, which lead to the Holy Grail, which lead to crucifixion, which lead to the Da Vinci Code, which lead to rites and obligations of a Rabbi, which lead to sang rial, which lead to the Pope, which lead to Medieval Homeland Security issues, which ended with "What do you believe?"

And to think our drive home from work only takes about 4 minutes.

So Happy Friday the 13th, may you not have any Kings out to get you. And for the Templars- I'm sorry for your loss.

Hair Day

So after taking the pictures of the kids and Mr. Bunny the other day, Girlie got fed up with the hair falling in her way (if she had tucked it behind her ear it would have solved the problem) but being 5 and a rather impatient sort of girl, she took the scissors and did some damage.

Friday we got it fixed. Here is Girlie before-

Notice the hair on the left side of her head? Hours later it was missing (surprisingly the stuff hanging in her eyes in the picture was still there. The logic of a 5 year old mind astounds me)

We went to the local hair cutting school and they couldn't figure out what to do about Girlie's fallen locks until I suggested this...

Owl Pellets and Mr. Bunny

We have had a great homeschool day. Currently Boyo is working on an animal study of animals in the woods. It is handy that we live in the woods, he can just look out the window or explore in the woods to get a feel for the subject.

One of the projects we are doing relating to woodland animals is dissecting owl pellets. Boyo and Girlie have done this before at the library science class. (Best thing ever that the library offers free science classes and runs then twice, once for the general public and once for homeschoolers). Two Christmases ago, Boyo got a owl pellet kit in his stocking. Yes, Santa believes in education. So today we cracked it open and started dissection. It was fun for Boyo and I. (Girlie watched as she ate lunch). We found a bunch of ribs, a couple legs and at least one jaw.

And for those who wanted more pics of Mr. Bunny:

Snow and lack of water

I have been trying to curb my whining. At 32 years old I am sure it is annoying to everyone so I try to count my blessings instead.

1. I am thankful I have a job. (Even it is means I have to drive in snowstorms at 6 in the morning)


2. I am thankful it snowed (because without a well pump there is no water and I could melt to snow to make water to use to flush the potty)


3. I am thankful I read and memorized all the little house books as a child (so I can think about how bad it could be)


4. I am thankful to have wonderful friends who come over even after a long day of getting ready for 6" of snow to say "yep, looks like the well pump is dead."


5. I am thankful for friend who understands that I really want a flushing potty but I will wait until tomorrow, with good grace, because I know Mr. Fix-it Man was up at 1 am to push snow.


6. I am thankful for my plumber, who is off spending the money he earned off us in November replacing all the pipes in the house, so that I could catch a quick visit with my friend.


7. I am thankful that it is March and the snow can't last much longer.


8. I am thankful that the well pump decided to go now rather than in Aug when we'd be at Pennsic.


9. I am thankful that my kids helped me shovel and melt snow today. We actually have the driveway clear!!


10. I am thankful for Hubby who stayed with the kids this morning rather than have them catch a ride with my boss to me at work in the snowstorm.

OK it does feel so much better to be thankful than whining. I challenge you to think of 10 things that you are thankful for when the world seems very heavy.

Mr. Bunny

We are pleased to announce our new family member, Mr. Bunny.

He is 10 weeks old and a very laid back kind of bunny. The kids have been great with him, very gentle and responsible. In fact a new sense of maturity has taken over Boyo. He was up yesterday before I got home from work in the morning (I do an early shift at work that gets me home at 8 am or so.) And not only was he up but he had gotten breakfast and gotten dressed. He had also feed the bunny. I couldn't believe it! Of course it was another 30 minutes before Girlie put in an appearance.