Walk Like An Egyptian

Karate-chop Like An Egyptian

Pharaoh Amenhotep Evanhotep III

Seeing Double

Name that movie... it's this little nodder's favorite

Hey, yo, DJ!

What up?

We've got ourselves a nodder.

(Cue Kenny G song.)

Eleven!

Meme, Pops, and Olivia came down on Sunday to help celebrate Meghan's 11th birthday!

Megs got lots of nice gifts, including these fabulous items from me:

A Hoops & YoYo talking card!

Twins!

Meme and Pops gave Tressa a Bitty Baby this past weekend.  She LOVES it!  She named her doll "Messa".  (She's into rhymes right now.)

Magic Goo

Today I made magic goo for Tressa and Hayden.

(To make, stir together 1 cup of corn starch and 3/4 cup of water in a bowl or tray with edges.)

When you squeeze it, the goo becomes solid and moldable.

When you let it go, the goo becomes liquid.  Magic!

Was it worth the mess?  Well, Tressa said it was the best day of her life.☺

But I think next time we'll do it on the deck!

And Another Weird One...

There are no words for this.

Busted Being Weird

Mmmmm..... rubbermaid.

A Typical Friday Night?

It's Friday evening shepherd group at the Clowns' house!

Among the attendees are... One very pregnant goat named Lois.  Another goat, Rhoda, who needs to be milked.  A dozen or so chickens (also known as "the ladies") free-ranging about the yard.  Eight children (half of them mine) free-ranging about the yard.

From inside the house, I hear Hayden screaming.  I run outside and scoop him up.  The kids are quick to tell me, "Jack threw a chicken and it hit Hayden."  ??????  Well, it was an accident of course, Jack didn't mean to hit Hayden with a flying chicken.  I stifle a giggle in my poor baby's neck as I hug him.  For Hayden's mental health I think it would be a good idea for him to reconcile with the chicken.   Hayden runs in the opposite direction.

But Grace and I are determined.  She straps Hayden into the swing so he can't run away.  Then she chases and catches the offending lady.  (Actually I can't tell them apart.  Maybe it was the guilty chicken, maybe not.) 

Here, Hayden, pet the lovely lady.

He won't actually touch the chicken, but he does manage a reconciliatory smile.  What a good sport!

Meanwhile, Mrs. Clown instructs Meghan, her Friday night milking partner, to catch Rhoda and bring her to the milking shed.

It's a challenge to catch a goat, as evidenced by my blurry photography.  You know, it all happens so fast!  By the way, that's Jack (the chicken-tosser) helping catch Rhoda.  I've got to say that Meghan is fearless when it comes to animals.  And everything else for that matter.  She doesn't get that from me... I won't so much as make eye-contact with the goats and chickens for fear of provoking an attack!  I have recurring nightmares of being featured on an episode of "When Good Chickens Go Bad".  Shudder.

Walking across the yard to the milking pen, Jack points out a lifeless ball of fluff on the ground.  "It's a dead bird, Jack," his mom says.  With great excitement, Jack responds, "Can we dissect it?!"  I silently say a prayer of thanks that my kids don't make such outlandish requests of me.

At the milking shed, Mrs. Clown sets up the buckets and starts the milking.  Meghan joins in.  They milk in unison.  They squirt each other a couple times.  Then Mrs. Clown steps out and I take this picture of my very happy daughter:

Then I go to rejoin the adults inside, dodging chicken poop every step of the way.  Mrs. Clown comes in with the fresh goat milk and makes some home-grown-kefir smoothies.  We pray and begin our Bible study.  Seriously unconventional.  But somehow it works for us.  ☺

Little Dreamer

Am I the only one who likes to take pictures of her sleeping children?  I love to do it when I have to wake them up anyway... like yesterday...

'Zhat you, Momma?

Yes, sweet baby, now say "cheese".

Bad Hair Day

But it's no match for Tressa's baby bad hair days of yore:

YIKES.

How 'bout that bow?  It's kind of like putting lipstick on a pig.

GASP!  How could Tressa's own mommy say something so horrible?

Because her hair is the pig, not Tressa herself!

But really I LOVED her bad hair!  And it still makes me smile.

☺

Bobblehead Hayden