Sunday, October 31, 2010
Once the pumpkin was done, we toasted the seeds, made caramel apples and watched the "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown." Good times.
A few weeks ago, we spent an afternoon at Hog Wallow Farm near Dana, Indiana, enjoying a perfect fall day and some pumpkin patch fun.
With poor spelling.
There were a series of these questions, specifically concerning pigs, chickens, sheep, turkeys, rabbits, calves, and so on. While the answers were never posted anywhere that we found, some of the other signs did spell "slaughtered" correctly, so that was a relief.
While the older kids puzzled over the quantity of livestock killed in our country, Constance enjoyed drinking everyone's cider that they left on her tray.
Here's the proof:
My eighteen-month-old adrenaline junkie.
Just before it was time to go home, Eleanor helped us pick out the perfect pumpkin for our family jack o' lantern.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Here are a few of my favorites of Mackenzie, Elijah and Eleanor:
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
First, this is the closest thing I have to a journal, and I want to be able to look back and see what the Lord has been teaching me. Secondly, if by some remote chance anyone ever read this blog, I would be glad if he or she were encouraged by my humble musings.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Constance was very timid around the ocean at first. She liked digging in the sand, but the surf coming at her was a little troubling. The first couple of days she spend a lot of time running from it and "clucking" her tongue at it, which is something she does when she is scared or upset. It was much better to have Eleanor fetch her water in a bucket and pour it on herself than to get near the waves herself.
She liked watching her brother and sisters on their boogie boards in the waves. And since she thinks she's as big as they are, and anything they can do, she can do...
but then again maybe not.
But finally, the day before we left, she got wet. Once we finally stopped trying to convince her to get in the water and just left her alone, she got brave enough to let it touch her and discovered that the ocean is, in fact, quite enjoyable.
And since the ocean was not scary anymore, she thought she'd give surfing a try. No kidding.
As you can see in the following video, I was not initially convinced that putting an eighteen-month-old on a boogie board in the Atlantic Ocean was good parenting.
I have to say, however, that after I watched her ride the surf over and over and over again, it may not have been good parenting, but it sure was cute !
My brave little surfer girl.
Alas, all good things must come to an end, and when it was finally time to put the boogie board away and go inside, surfer girl was heartbroken.