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Overheard Conversation

This morning I heard a conversation between Eowyn and Esme that went a little like this:

Esme: "Hello Grandma."

Eowyn: "I'm not Grandma."

Esme: "Oh." She moved a little bit closer to her sister. "Hi Grandma!"

At this point Eowyn was getting a bit frustrated. She let it show in her voice slightly (with a rather decided yell) "I'm not Grandma!"

Esme seemed to let it go, for about fourty-five seconds. Then she brightened up, got within inches of her sister and chimed up with "Hi Grammy!"

Car Accident

Last week Billy went down to Southern California to pick up his dad and help him move up here. He took along our two oldest. His cousin Dawn and her two girls were coming up with them as well (oh my heck, they are sooo cute, can I keep them?). They packed one van with kids and one van with stuff (and dogs, also oh my heck, but I don't want them) and away they went. About half-way through they switched drivers, Dawn driving the stuff-van, with Billy as passenger, and my Father-in-Law driving the kid-van, it had a few dogs in it too. There are never too many dogs and kids. After a little bit of driving (and remember I'm getting this second hand, the story may seem a bit different to those involved) a tire in the stuff-van blew, causing the van to start to go off the side of the road. The van started to fishtail, and another tire blew at which time it started to flip over. Dawn was thrown from the vehicle. It ultimately rolled three times, leaving Billy hanging upside down. He had to be cut out. Dawn had to be airlifted to the nearest trauma center, 150 miles away! Luckily she seems to be doing fine, with a concussion and a lot of back pain, which we are hoping isn't anything lasting or turns into anything major. Billy is just very upset about his nine bruises and one scratch. He says his Guardian Angel should have done a better job, and he should have walked away without the scratch. I'm just grateful he didn't get to meet the Guardian Angel face to face. One of the dogs didn't make it through the accident, and another ran off and was never recovered. We're hoping that he finds someone nice with lots of love that takes him in.

Here's the after pictures of the car.

Locket

Earlier this week our beloved pet Locket. She had been with us from the very beginning. Words can't even begin to say the sadness that I have felt since her passing. She was the first that we introduced our children to. She was the one who comforted me while my husband was away with the Army. She was loving and loyal as all good dogs should be. I still look for her as I drive up in my car or look out my kitchen window. I still listen for her to make her rounds at night. Heaven knows she scared me senseless more than once walking around the house in the middle of the night. It did make me feel safer though, once I remembered it was her. No killer rabbits were getting into our house on her watch. I really miss her voice. So, eat a carrot and remember the bestest, sweetest wolf ever. Man, she loved carrots.

Cuteness Overload!

Here's the pictures of the new chickies...I couldn't decide which one was the best picture, so you get to see all of them, yeah!

My Chickens all Grown Up

I haven't shown off my pretty chickens in a while and had some requests from some of our egg customers to see the chickens that they came from. So here is a sampling of them all grown up. The first one is our Easter Egger hen. She lays light blue eggs! The last one is our Easter Egger rooster. He's pretty awesome. Wynnie thinks we should name him Diego, but there's some resistance from her siblings. I think it suits him. He kinda has that Latin lover vibe going for him.

History Lesson Gone Wrong

Tuckerby and Danner are studying British history. Tuck has learned about King Henry all the way up to Queen Elizabeth, who we are studying now. In order to do this we have had to discuss monarchies and how when you have fanatical monarchs, such as Queen Mary, you can lose religious freedom. A few days ago Tuck overheard me talking to a good friend about how my brother and his family have recently moved to England. (Hi Jason and Amy!) This is not new news to him, but apparently this is the first time he made the connection between his awesome textbook (Our Island Story by H. E. Marshall, go by it, the best ever) and the England that Uncle Jason and Aunt Amy moved to. He seemed incredulous that they would choose to move there. "But Mom," he said, "didn't anyone tell them they aren't free?"