Fathers Day and Anniversary Bouquet
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On this windy fathers day I went out and picked a bouquet for Fathers day and Mom and Dads 13th anniversary, which is tomorrow. It consists of Delphiniums and Stella de Oro lillies.
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Alexander and the Worm
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When Mom and I were planting flowers, Mom found a huge worm. Knowing how Alex loves worms from previous planting experiences, Mom called him to her and gave him the worm. Alex loved it, and every once in a while we would hear things like: ‘worm so happy’, ‘me p(l)way with worm’. Soon it was time to go in. “Let the worm go home now Alex.” Said Mom. “No worm go home.” Responded Alex. Mom allowed Alex to play with the worm a little longer. Just before it was time to go in, Alex came up to Mom and asked “Me eat worm?”
Dad Dances with a June Bug.
We were sitting around a campfire roasting S’Mores when John Paul asked “Dad, Can you do the June bug dance again?” He was reffering to the last time we had a camp fire and a June bug got in Dad’s shirt. Dad did a leap with a half turn in the air with his hand in his shirt, while the others around the fire questioned him as to the cause of his frolic. “I had a June bug in my shirt.”
Wood!
Monday Dad took us to see a man take a maple tree that had fallen down and turn it into boards. First we stoped at Dad’s friend Mr. Swenson’s, house, (the man who owns the logs). The girl behind Mr. Swenson and Dad in this picture is his daughter.
Then we continued on to the house of the man-who-turns-logs-into-boards. He had several stacks of logs. This is a picture of the smallest one.
This is the top tip of a seventy feet long tree. It is not often you get this view of a tree.
One can barely see the end!
The wood-man lifted the heavy logs out of the trailer with a machine.
He had some very interesting stuff in his workshop, such as this:
Finally the man began to cut the wood. first he cut of a smooth horizontal sliverof bark off, then little hand-like grips came up and turned the log over. He repeated this procedure untill all bark was removed. then he cut longer boards off.
The logs were square and bare atfer they were done having the bark removed. then the man cut bigger boards off the log.
Pieces with only a little bark were sent through another machine to remove it.
After we left we went back to Mr. Swenson’s house to see his goslings and ducklings.
When we finally returned home, we were very tired and happy to go to bed.
John Paul Tries to Decipher his Heritage
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One day, John Paul decided he wanted to know more about his ancestors. Here is the rather interesting conversation he had with Mom.
JP: Mom, who borned Dad?
M: Grandma.
JP: Who borned Grandma?
>M: Great-Grandma
JP: Who borned Great-Grandma?
M: Great-Great-Grandma.
JP: Who borned Great-Great-Grandma?
M: Great-Great-Great-Grandma.
This type of thing went on until John Paul couldn’t remember how many greats Mom had used. (To tell the truth, I think she was loosing track as well.)
JP: Mom, who borned you?
M: Groan
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‘Hot Noke’ and ‘Cold Noke’
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‘Noke’ is how Alexander says milk. In our house we have a capuchino machine. Mom and I like to have capuchino and whenever Alexander sees us having one, he demands ‘hot noke’. He likes it just as strong and with almost as little sugar as Mom and I.
Often when I set down my capuchino, the next time I try to take a drink there is nothing in my glass! Looking around the scene of the theft I usually see Alexander, who looks at me with no guilt at all and says: “Hot noke nummy (yummy) Ya! (Sarah)“
When Alex wants a drink of milk he says “You (get) me cold noke. No hot noke. Cold noke.”
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Snake Day
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It was a very nice day today, and Alexander and I were going for a walk in a few acres of land behind our house (my family refers to it as ‘the field,’) when suddenly a place where I was about to step came alive! It was a harmless Garter Snake and I immediately thought ‘Alexander will love this’ I picked up the snake and called Alexander over to me. He said “(s)Nake? Me hold nake?” I helped him hold the snake and after a while of peting the snake I let it go. Alexander got a kick out of following the snake until it went down its hole. “Bye nake.” Soon afterward we found another snake. This one was to fiesty to pick up, so we only followed it until it too went down the hole. After that Alexander was calling out: “Nake! (where) Are You? Nake! come (to) me” and making me look for more snakes. Later on I did find more, but he was asleep in the house.
This is not the first time I have played with Garter Snakes. When I was little, on my Grandparents farm, I would beg snakes from their dog, Pepper, who had caught them.
When we found snakes, we would always play we were the crocodile hunter saying things like “Crikey, she’s a fiesty one,” “you’re all right mate,” and other Australian sayings.
And every summer we have to rescue snakes and other small animals from our window wells.
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My Boy Turns Three
Alexander is very amusing to watch today. If I say “Happy birthday Alex” he may say “Me? Happy?” or he might say “Happy day! Happy day!”as he is currently running around the house yelling. If you tell him that he is three today he replies “Me? Three? Oh!”
Alexander also realized that there will be cake later on, so since yesterday he has been asking everyone “Where cake? Cake now.”
Before I get to the party pictures, here are some pre-celebration pictures.
We had a fast paced day today, and when we are running around place to place things get a little bit crazy.
Again? That makes three rolls this week!
After play comes my medicine.
Here come the party pictures.
This what cake looks like after Alexander is done (if you can’t tell there is no frosting on the cake.)
Alexander, Maya, and I
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Today Alexander and I were outside, and we were playing with a three-year-old neighbor girl named Maya. Since she has no sisters of her own, she suddenly decided I was her older sister. When she told her dad “This is my sister,” Alexander became possesive and declared very loud and firm: “No, mine!”
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Our 911 Episode
It was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. Maria was teasing Landon with the phone. “I am going to dial 911, Landon. I am going to call the police.” Landon grabbed the phone from her, and someway or another the button to call was pushed, then the button to hang up.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling! My dad answered. “Hello… No it must have been one of the kids… That’s fine… OK, sorry about that… Bye.” Turning around to Landon and I he said, “That was the police! They’re coming over here to make sure we are all right.”
When the Police car finally pulled up, Maria was nowhere to be seen. The policeman who came to the doors name was Officer Bill. “So, who was on the phone?” he asked promptly. “I think she is hiding.” my Dad replied. “I will go down and try to dig her out.” Dad did not succeed in getting her out. So Of. Bill came downstairs to Maria, who was crying hysterically. Despite all persuasions, Maria would not come out from the covers of her bed. Eventually we returned upstairs, where Of. Bill gave John Paul, whom the officer had named “his buddy,” stickers for himself, Alex (who was at the docter,) and Maria.
Five minutes after Of. Bill departed, Landon and John Paul were patroling the basement with belts on, toy guns in their belts, and their junior officer stickers on their shirts, pretending to be policemen.
This is the true account of our 911 episode.
Happy St Valentines Day
My Valentines Day was spent holding Joseph, (who is sick, and running an almost 102 temp) and wiping Alexanders nose (you may have already guessed that he is sick also, with the same temp.) There was a party today, but because of obvious reasons we had to stay home. The last five days we have done little or no school (we homeschool) and have spent most of the time watching the sick ones. So much for having a good full week of school. Happy Saint Valentines Day!
Alexander
Alex will be 3 April 4th, his favorite song/book is Baby Beluga, and he enjoys sucking his 3rd and 4th fingers, picking the folds in his clothing, (or my folds, if I am wearing a dress,) trains, ‘taking care of’ Joseph, ‘helping’ and giving kisses.
It gives me great pleasure and amusement watching Alex and Joseph playing together. Alex will come up to the crib after Josephs nap and says ” Hu-wo (hello), ba-by” in a soft, drawn out voice. If Joseph touches Alex, Alex says with great delight “Mama(or name of person nearest to him,) (pointing) baby!” If Joseph sticks his hand in his mouth Alex says “Mama (or name of person nearest to him,) (sticking his own hand in his own mouth and pointing to Joseph)”
Alex and Joseph are my own boys and I love them.
Dad has set up my blog!
I have been excited for a blog ever since my Dad mentioned about making one for me a year ago.
We both forgot about it until Wednesday, when I thought about surprising him with making one myself, (with Mom’s permission of course,) but alas, I found out I could not use the provider I wanted until I was thirteen. It was time for my Dads help. He helped me, so here I am, here is my blog, and here I am writing my first post. As a blogger I shall faithfully try to answer all comments. I may be awkward at first so bear with me. Goodnight