New Fad, Sweeping the Nation

or sweeping our house at least. Honey & Lovey were very keen to get their own pets today. Here's Honey holding "Gracie"


Lovey's got her container ready & is headed in to dig :) She got her new friend but I'm not sure if she named hers yet or not.

Storytime a la Honey

Here's Honey sharing some of her creative writing skills. Don't mind the kid in the background being poked with the sharp stick. She's fine. Really. :)

Jackin' Worms

Hopefully this is not an illegal form of hunting in these parts! Awwww, who am I kidding? All hunting is encouraged, welcome and acceptable round these here parts! :) or so I assume by the gunshots we hear after dark!

Sweetie doing a little prep work on the container lid.

Ta Dah! Jackpot!!!

Sweetie has been asking for a new pet for a few days. I'm not sure where she got the idea but I think her father's story of his own similar experience may have had something to do with it and therefore he's in charge of making sure she doesn't kill the poor thing and will be looking after any associated messes from spills etc.

Sooooooo she wanted a worm. She wants to love it & hug it & squeeze it and call it Suzie. OK, well she wants to keep it in a jar of mud in her room..... allllllllllll winter.

Tonight after supper they all got their headlamps on and grabbed shovels from the garage and started digging up the front lawn. They didn't have much luck there and moved to the backyard where the strawberry cum weed patch is. After only a few shovelfuls Murray found the wiggly pink slimy treasure and a cry went up from the crowd!

We loaded up an old plastic container and put Suzie in her new home where she'll be spied on and shaken up at oddly random intervals until she slowly loses her little mind or manages to escape during one of the frequent yet strictly forbidden jar openings!

En Français S'il Vous Plait!

Sweetie has always been very good at English pronunciation but just wait til you see her in French!

The GRQ Gene

Apparently there is a trait that just runs in my family regarding money, specifically, the urge to get some in a hurry! When we were kids, if Dad ever dropped a coin we were allowed to keep it IF we could snatch it before he could. Occasionally we were close enough & fast enough and eventually we learned to do a dead drop at lightning speed which greatly increased our chances. To this day, the sound of a coin hitting the floor, pavement, sidewalk anywhere immediately makes my head whip around and my body ready to pounce. I've managed to curb it enough that I don't actually dive for the quarter but the temptation is always there. (and if I'm at M&D's I revert back to my natural instincts)

Recently the kids have learned that recyclable containers are worth money and that beer bottles are worth the most. Luckily we live in an area where people like to toss these things out the window as they drive. We found a few bottles on a walk one day and now it's a big thrill to figure out how much everything is worth, what their individual "earnings" are as we gather these things up. Not only are we teaching them financial skills but math as well. Bonus!

A couple of days ago I had plans to go out in the evening and knew I needed to get Murphy out for a walk in the day or he wouldn't get one at all as Murray had hockey after my meeting. I told the girls we needed to go out. No one was interested. I immediately put a different spin on it and called out "Who wants to go on a beer bottle hunt?????" Three little heads popped up, crayons & Barbies hit the floor and they whooped & hollered "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" and got their shoes & sweaters on in record time.

The upside of having boozers in the neighbourhood is that there are daily drop offs for the kids to find. Lucky for us huh?

and that blogfans is the story of the Get Rich Quick Gene :))))

Wheat anyone?

We were visiting M&D a few weekends ago when the girls made a run for the backfield and had a little adventure, gathering "wheat".

While they were running the trail with Daddy & Grammie, Grandad was training up two new caddies. Unfortunately the one that really likes to chase down & bring the ball back is not so gentle with the teeth and was soon out of a job for damaging the equipment. So far we haven't received a bill but the mail's slow sometimes!

Honey called her sisters together and asked them to "put the wheat in the centre and now we can form the cross of Jesus' birth". I'm not sure which should concern me more, the fact that a) she doesn't know by now that the cross is about Jesus' death or b) THIS is what my kids do for fun?!?!?!

More wheat gathering!