Tuesday Thoughts

So today is Tuesday. On Sunday, we played soccer in the snow, and saw a high school production of Les Miserables. On Monday we went sledding, and returned home to Hot Cross Buns, Hot Chocolate, and watch the Les Miserables movie, with a clear-play filter. (Can you see a running theme in our house?) And that brings us to Tuesday, which has probably been the craziest. Well, today started slow, and then picked up pace. I, Caroline, made spaghetti sauce, and then we all packed up and went to the dentist. So how long does it take for six kids to get their teeth cleaned? A LONG time. And I would be the last person scheduled. So I sat there, waiting for an hour, and read every single Highlights in the waiting room.  And now I'm typing this, and in a few minutes I'll probably hide some eggs for Susannah to find. Tomorrow I'll probably make bread, or dye some eggs for Easter. But here is my point. When I'm frustrated because I've been sitting in the waiting room for an hour, or because Susannah wants me to play Mexican Train, again, I'm going to try to remember this: The Lord has Blessed Us (or me) Abundantly. While I'm at the computer desk, and can just barely see into the kitchen, but on the kitchen wall there is a plate that says that. I'm going to remember that tomorrow, The Lord has Blessed ME Abundantly.
Adios,
*Caroline*

spring, spring, spring

So today is the offical 'First Day of Spring'. And, as a goal, I will try to update you on our happenings. And, just because I love bulletpoints, we will use those.

• Well, the garden is back, and so now the school-room is a full-fledged green house. We have peat pots all over, with everything from basil to zinnias. That leads me to the next, rather exciting part.
• It's kind of embarassing, but I haven't even told you about Scout. A few years ago, our dog Caspian died. This was very sad, and Elsie, his sister, was very lonely. Enter Scout. For Christmas 2012, our grandmother gave us a Great Pyrnees puppy. This is Scout.

         He is not this little anymore, and we do NOT make him wear ribbons. He is almost as big as Elsie, and not even fully grown. Unfortunatelly, he kills chickens. So far, only two have been killed, but the death of the first lead to a rather unusual birthday present for Dad.

• CHICKENS!!! He was in Washington D.C. a few days before his birthday (Dad), and so we (Mom and Kids), took the opportunity to head out and buy some replacement hens. We had planned on just getting Barred Rock chicks, because they look like this:

Susannah calls them Zebra Chickens. These chicks are growing up in the School Room bathroom. Adorable, but a handful of trouble. Excuse me while I go make sure they are not escaping out of the box. We were in the car, about to leave, when Mama got a call from a lady who has crazy hens. Crazy as in they look funny, or lay colored eggs. SO, Daddy got 10 chickens for his birthday. We got some, rather normal looking ones that lay green eggs, and then:

 Ricky

Lucy

I am not kidding. They do look like this, though these pictures are not of our hens. They lay white eggs, but are very sparatic layers. They can fly, which has caused a little excitement. On Monday, Dad searched the woods for 15 minutes looking for Ricky. She was a little wet, because it had snowed in the morning. This post is getting long, so I'll make another one soon. Soon as in THIS week. 

TTFN,

*Caroline* (who is now 12)