Looks like the computer picked the order of what I talk about first.
So, I have decided to try my hand at a quilt. I have never put one together, short of working on one that has already been set up, I didn't know the process. (I know, bad Mormon) I can honestly say I still don't. But, I love matching colors and patterns. I cut up a bunch of my remnant fabrics, and started piecing them together. It's not super even, but by the time I put the last few pieces together, I think I figured out how to make it even. Now I just need to put some batting and a back on it.
And here is the reason why we plant peas. I have never gotten enough to freeze, because my locusts, I mean kids, get to them first. There really is nothing better than a home grown pea. The store bought frozen ones can't even stand next to them.
And ta da! We are ready to paint!. Trent will put up molding this week, and I will paint next week, or Saturday. (hint hint Kayla) Then our carpet is ordered..... All we need is a delivery and installation. I am hoping to have it completed by the kids birthdays.
And now to a story. And a soap box. It is 7:50, and the kids are all ready to leave for school. We usually leave at 8:05 so we can beat the congestion of dropping kids off. Parents aren't too nice about it, so I try to avoid it. I think, let's just leave, it's better than sitting around here. I get out to about the Tarrent's house and notice the neighbor boy running down the street. He's autistic, although in the past 6 months I have noticed a HUGE difference in his coping and behavior skills. SO I pull up next to him and say, you need to go home, I bet your dad is wondering where you are (mom works dad is home during the day, then they swap) He says no, I need to go get my little brother.
Well, where did he go?
To the store.
Ok, go home, I will get him
So I drive around the back of the store, and pick the little boy up. I get back to their house, and the little sister is out side naked except a shirt. I ring the door bell. No answer. I ring again, nothing. About this time the oldest comes up.
Where's your dad?
I don't know.
Is he sleeping?
no.
Can you get him?
No, he's busy.
What is he doing?
Listening to music, I think.
So by this time, I go get the neighbor a few houses down, Do I take them with me, I'm not leaving them here. But I can't just take some ones kids. About this time, the dad pops out. He had been in the shower. So I leave the kids, say 'lock them in' and take the kids to school. Everyone made it on time. Luckily, I had left early, ran into the little boy, and found all the kids before they were gone further.
SO, ask me why I didn't call the police? Because, I put myself in their shoes. These parents, the mom especially, try really hard. The have 2 autistic boys, and a daughter who just follows in her brothers footsteps.
Also, I have an escapee. They have 3. It's hard enough to have 1. I have had her leave, luckily she was found by a nice man. I would have been devastated if someone had called the police. Another neighbor has kids she can just go let play outside, and they stay home. If you don't have a kid with a disability, you have no idea. I am also under the firm belief that the parent has the right to raise their children as they please. Short of sexual abuse, the parent is the steward of their children. I have a neighbor who claims to home school. She does not. But it is not my decision. If she wants her kids to not read, that is up to her. I do not get to judge, or criticize. Parents get to discipline how they choose. When you start letting others tell you how to raise your kids, you get a society of lazy parents who loose their desire to be responsible for how their kids turn out. I don't want people telling me that I have to seat belt my kids, treat them with chemo if they get cancer, and feed them certain foods. Those choices are mine as the parent. Well, really they aren't, If I don't make the choice the state thinks I need to make, they will be made for me. By them either taking them out of my care and doing it themselves if they are sick, or giving me a hefty fine if I don't buckle them. Yes, I know, it is safety for the kid to seat belt them. Yes I do buckle them. But, I shouldn't be forced to.
It's almost worth keeping packaged up, so they can play on it. Almost.
Hopefully soon, we won't have the room for it.
Because this room will have it's furniture back in it.
And here is the reason why we plant peas. I have never gotten enough to freeze, because my locusts, I mean kids, get to them first. There really is nothing better than a home grown pea. The store bought frozen ones can't even stand next to them.
And ta da! We are ready to paint!. Trent will put up molding this week, and I will paint next week, or Saturday. (hint hint Kayla) Then our carpet is ordered..... All we need is a delivery and installation. I am hoping to have it completed by the kids birthdays.
And now to a story. And a soap box. It is 7:50, and the kids are all ready to leave for school. We usually leave at 8:05 so we can beat the congestion of dropping kids off. Parents aren't too nice about it, so I try to avoid it. I think, let's just leave, it's better than sitting around here. I get out to about the Tarrent's house and notice the neighbor boy running down the street. He's autistic, although in the past 6 months I have noticed a HUGE difference in his coping and behavior skills. SO I pull up next to him and say, you need to go home, I bet your dad is wondering where you are (mom works dad is home during the day, then they swap) He says no, I need to go get my little brother.
We finally have peas. I got a picking on Monday. Not enough to add to a meal, but enough that everyone got a handful.
And the grass thus far. The bare patches will get grass seed after the newest spreading of seed germinate. Baby steps. I get excited and throw a bunch of seed down, then go to water it and realize that my eyes are bigger than my time.
My job this year has been the yard. Trent is working on the inside, and the outside desperately needs attention, so.... that's me. Problem is, I also have a house to run, kids to get too and fro, homework to keep on top of, exercise, appts, ect ect ect. So on Saturdays, I spend all day out in the yard, usually with a baby in tow. You should see what the inside looks like, by Saturday evening. Then By Monday it looks like no big people live here at all. Such is life right now. Some days I accept it, and I am happy. Some days I struggle with all of it. Such is life.
She tries. She really does.
But how do I help her know what she can and can't do. Like you cant put the baby on the bed/couch. She will fall off.
Luckily it wasn't more than a bonk on the head.
The whole thing would be way worse, if she weren't the sweetest mild mannered, happiest baby I have ever met.
Her smile is infectious. She will sit and smile at you until you look at her and smile back.
Whenever we go to family functions, everyone comes to see Lucy 1st. Then, oh yeah, hi Trent and Kelli. She loves to stand at the door with Trent when he greets people in Sacrament meeting, and smile at them. Then They talk to her, not Trent.
