Just in case my statement of my kids lack of sports knowledge seemed a bit exaggerated…
Pierce has a sweatshirt on with a giant orange basketball on it. Liberty saw it and said, “Baseball!”. I said “No…” straightening out his shirt to show the bright orange basketball. “Oh! Soccer!”
Really now. Next up: a lesson in sports with a brief intro to the rules. Brief, since I’m not so knowledgeable about them either… but I do know the difference in which ball goes with each game!
We borrowed Facing the Giants from the library and the kids and I watched it a few nights ago.
We don’t watch any sports around here. Blaine has no interest, neither do I. So when my kids say football or basketball, I check to see. It could very well be soccer or baseball they are looking at. They don’t have a clue.
So we’re watching the movie, it’s all about football, when Sterling had a question.
“Why do they do that?”
I said because it is a fun game. The look on his face required a disclaimer.
“I think you have to like being tackled.”
Sterling replied, “Yeah, I think so. I would not like to play football.”
“Nope, I’m pretty certain you' wouldn’t.”
“Not al all, Momma. That does not look like fun.”
Maybe he’ll play baseball. Or run track…
You know that moment that you are headed for bed, walk past a mirror and the image makes you stop and gawk, it’s so bad? And then you relive your day, realizing all the people that saw you like that?
It’s grand. I showered, threw my hair up, and got busy. Yikes. Add chasing the goats and fixing fence and you’ve got a regular disaster going on with clothes, hair, everything. Perfect.
I had company over last night. Not one of those known-you-for-years friends. A just-getting-to-know-you friend. Again, perfect.
Today, we made slingshots. Sterling was using a hairband as a slingshot and I decided we could do better. We wandered our woods, found sticks (4… we couldn’t not make one for all the bigger kids) and patched together rubber bands, dental floss and fabric. Sterling was thrilled.
Liberty used hers to swing a small doll figurine in.
Therein lies the difference between boys and girls. Sterling will use a hairband as a slingshot. Liberty will use a slingshot for a doll bed.
One year and three days ago, I posted this post: http://balesf5.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-daddy-is-away-girls-will-find.html
Today, I can finally post this picture:
I love it.
And now, so I can place your talent admiration squarely where it belongs… in March, my mother offered to make the quilt. I declined. In July, she offered again. Still I dumbly declined. And this fall, I said something along the lines of “Moooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmm?”
And without batting an eye, she took my bags of fabric rectangles I hadn’t touched for many months and bailed me out.
So I made curtains to match.
Did I mention I love it? Thanks, Mom. I owe you one a million.
A friend from church volunteered to watch my kids for a few hours today.My kids love when she comes, I get a break, and it amazes me how many stores I can go to in a short time without dealing with so many kids and car seats. Thank you, Janie. So, so much appreciated. And those leftovers… I need the recipe. They were really good.
So I got home to find the goats out. This isn’t, unfortunately, the first time. A little chasing, stick throwing, a G-rated name calling later, the fence was fixed and the goats were captured. So I did the reasonable thing in such circumstances – I looked at my good shoes on my feet and decided they’d live. I put each of the four goats in the stanchion and trimmed their feet.
Blaine, you might not want to hurry too much. Eau de Goat permeates the house at the moment…
Never a dull moment.
