Love Thursday

I love the way you nurse.

I love that your little feet kick in anticipation of getting something to eat and your little clenched hands wave around in the air.

I love the little sounds you make while you wait for the first taste of warm milk.

And if I dare take too long, I love the way you keep telling me of your annoyance even while you are eating.

I love stroking your hair and gently tucking it behind your ear.

Sometimes you will look up at me with those big blue eyes and we just stare at each other.

I love the way you look slightly drunk after you're done and I burp you and wipe up your milk face.

Thank you God for my little Molly Kate.

Thanks Toots...

I found this painting at Goodwill for $3.99 shortly before Molly Kate was born. I LOVE it! It is hanging in our living room and I need to find an old robin painting to hang above it.



I especially love the signature.

Fair Day!

We just found out on Friday that our County Fair was going full force. We haven't been to the fair in a few years because either I was pregnant or we had no money. Our fair is doing something new and not charging anything for admission (of course the vendors gouge you with the food costs, $3.00 for a hot dog???).

Anyway about 8:30 am on Saturday we decided to surprise the kids with a trip to the fair. They were extremely excited. The weather was perfectly cloudy and cool. I HATE going to the fair when it's hot. We packed a few snacks, loaded up the kids and left.

We discovered DockDogs just starting (dogs flinging themselves into a pool and adults measuring the distance). What fun to watch! We went to the carousel and Graedon loved it! Next we hit a barnyard full of activities. The kids milked a "cow", pumped water and made dirt babies. The top of the head will grow grass the kids can cut.

Then we all sat down so I could nurse Molly Kate and have some cotton candy. We sat in a covered area and a local production of Peter Pan started. Grae and Ellie were thrilled to see Captain Hook, Tiger Lily (Ellie's favorite), Peter and Wendy. As soon as that was ending, a Pirate's Parrot show was starting. We hurried over and Grae was in awe of the pirate ship and real live pirate.

The day wouldn't be complete without a trip to the Dairy Women's ice cream booth. I couldn't have any this year as I'm off milk due to Molly not tolerating it well. So I watched and drooled.

It was a fun day and we all went home and crashed.

Overheard at my house

Graedon: "Uh-oh, Daddy paint in hair."
Me: "No that's just Daddy's grey hair."

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Graedon kept running around the house saying, "boobies, boobies". We couldn't figure out what he was talking about as that isn't a word we say in our house. Finally I caught him looking at a grocery ad. He said "grapes and boobies". Ohhhhh, grapes and BLUEBERRIES, gotcha.

ramblings...

We had "proper" school today which consisted of a study of Proverbs 19 (we are doing a chapter of Proverbs at a time), grammar and typing. We are supposed to do Greek and Roman History but Molly woke up so we'll move it to Friday.

It felt good to spend that time with the girls. I've been feeling guilty lately of not spending any time (besides telling them to do their chores and such) with them. We had laughs and discussions about fools and a fun time. I'm always amazed at how creative, witty and funny they are. For example, in grammar today we learned about Predicate Nouns and the sentence we were working on was "Sally was a very nice lady."

We classified that sentence and I turned to write their next assignment on the board when I heard them saying "Sally was a very nice lady, what happened to her? Did she die?" "No, Sally was a very nice lady until she tied me up in the back room." Where did that come from?

The next assignment was to write a non-rhyming poem about a color. Ava chose grey and her last line was: "Grey is the color of the silver bells at Christmas." When I pointed out that grey is not silver she replied that silver is just a shiny grey. Well, I suppose she's right.

This all makes me wonder if we should be done having kids so we can spend more time with the ones we have. Of course we won't make that decision when we have a 1 month old. We've been down that road before. A few weeks after we had Ava, Brian went in for a vasectomy. Low and behold 3 years later we wanted more children and had it reversed. It was a success obviously and now we have 3 more children. We most likely won't travel that road again but what do we do?
Brian will be almost 60 when Molly is 20 and I'll be 54.

I want to teach the older girls so much more before they get married and leave the house but I never have any time because I have younger children. It's a struggle and and I don't know what to do about it. Fertility is in the hands of God and we are not promised more children even if we want more.

So those are just my ramblings for today. Off to make Grae and Ellie some lunch.

Look what I ordered!

I have been wanting a clothesline for a while, not only to save money but I love the smell of line dryed clothes. The only requirements I had is that it couldn't take up much room and was able to come down to store for the winter.

Found it here:

Can't wait to get it! Now I need to make an apron to hold the clothes pins.

Oops...

I was playing around with my blog last night and accidently deleted some pending comments. So if you don't see your comment on the blog - I probably deleted it. I'm so sorry!