The Lumberjack's Wife

Summertime.  A List.

1)  I went on a trip.  Sans David and the children.  Can you believe it?  I can’t.  I went with fellow teachers at the the school THAT I NOW TEACH AT to get all “professionally developed” and such.  Teacher stuff.  It’s kind of my life now.

As luck would have it, I found out I am most definitely teaching kindergarten AND the other kindergarten teacher went to the professional development  with me.  And even though I am like, oh, about 7 years her senior, she tolerates me and we seem to get along swimmingly.

The conference was during my anniversary, so here is a picture of she and I on David and I’s wedding anniversary.

She is a bit more smiley than David.

She is great and I think we are going to be epic kindergarten teachers together.

2)  Yes!  David and I!  Wedded bliss for 14 years and counting!

14!

Go us!

3)  Cats are my all time favorite animals we have gotten since we moved to Ruralville.  They are so easy!  You go outside and see them-only when you want to.  You don’t have to take them camping.  And they visit you when you pull weeds!

Here is Mrs. Poppers and three of her kittens.

We are keeping the lighter gray one and giving the black and striped ones to David’s parents.

Cats!

And we still have Mr. Poppers, but he is too cool to be a part of his cat family.  Of which he hath no relation to.

4)  Cherries!  You may or may not recall that my parents have a huge cherry tree.  And last year, we spent hours picking cherries.

Hours.

And more hours.

Then we had a pitting party. Not to be confused with a pity party, mind you.  Although have you ever pitted numerous amounts of cherries.

Tedious.

Whilst we were pitting said cherries, we noticed several worms swimming amongst our cherries.  We were so committed to these cherries, we tried to convince ourselves that we didn’t care about eating worms and were going to keep the cherries anyways.

Thankfully, we came to our senses.

This year, my parents had the cherries sprayed in preparation.  We were ready for some cherry action!  David even brought his Bobcat along to ensure he would pick a plethora of cherry goodness.

David:1

Cherry Tree: 0

5)  Our kids are eating us out of house and home.  I kid you not.  It’s a good thing I am going to be bringing in some money now.  I am certain my entire paycheck will go towards feeding the dudes alone.

I have to limit Little Dude to no more than 4 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches during one meal.  And even then, I worry.  Am I encouraging overeating?  Probably.

BUT HE IS SO STARVING!

And his pants fall off when he runs.

6)  I have sorrowfully started going through my homeschool curriculum in an effort to let it go.  I have found that I have an unhealthy obsession with curriculum.

I cannot let go of my First Language Lessons (grammar), Writing with Ease, Story of the World, Math U See, All About Reading, and Latin.

Why Latin?

Because when I look at it, I think:

“Oh, but wouldn’t it be AWESOME if my kids knew Latin.”

Because I have good thinking and reasoning skills.  You know.  I didn’t have time to teach them Latin when I homeschooled, but surely I will when I am teaching kindergarten full time.

I need to just let it all go, but it is hard.  I just WANT TO DO ALL THE THINGS!

When we were cleaning things out, the boys fell back in love with their Math U See and spent the entire day working on it:

Look!  There they are!  Eating!  Again!

Incredulous.

7)  Here is a thought that will blow your mind:

Sweet Pea goes to Middle School Youth Group at our church now.

And pigs can fly.

8)  We went hucklberry picking yesterday.  We spent hours picking and harvested  . . .  wait for it . . .

10 cups!

Oh, for the excitement of it all.

I neglected to take a picture, but I do have one picture of Sweet Pea, my eldest, who, for reasons unbeknownst to me, decided to smear huckleberry juice on her face.  And this was a ridiculous waste of The Purple Gold, mind you.

Even Little Dude is looking at her like she is a Looney Tune.

And you can’t see it, but Little Dude has a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in his lap.

Mmm-hmmm.

Later, Gators.

When was the last time I blogged?  I ask you?  I will tell you what the problem is.  I need a new laptop.  I informed David mere moments ago, so I am sure he will get on that post haste.

SO MUCH IS HAPPENING EVERYDAY and I don’t even know where to start.  But here we go.

Little Dude’s Birthday

He is six now, if you can believe it.  He has been talking about going camping for his birthday since about January, so we made all of his dreams come true.  He is a very precious, albeit exasperating, boy.

We were headed to play basketball and this is how he prepared himself:

I made him take it off.  I figured it was the least I could do.  You know.  To attempt to ward off peer-based mocking and the like.

He was displeased with me.

Taylor’s Birthday

I turned 33.  This is old.  I don’t want to talk about it.

Road Trip!

My cousin was getting married so my parents and I, along with Sister Meagan, took the kids on a road trip.

Remember Sister Meagan?

David stayed home.  Because he is a party pooper and had to be all responsible and work.

Sister Meagan always THINKS she wants to see my kids, but she is just fooling herself.  I think she forgets about ALL THE NOISE and the fighting and the tattling and the GERMS (ahem, Little Dude) and about 5 minutes after seeing them, she is 100% done.

She was in a car with Handsome Dude and would share with me the strange, random things he would say.

Things such as:

“My dad smells like Justin Bieber.”

He is presh.

He missed his dad very much.  He wrote this note in the hotel room:

“My dad is gone.  I miss him.”

Later, he had a meltdown and told me that:

“I just want Mom and Dad to always be married and be with me for always.”

David and I are still, and always have been, married.  Just keeping you abreast of that situation.  I believe Handsome Dude was trying to express the fact that he would just like us to not be apart for any period of time.

Here are some random pics from the weekend:

Sweet Pea and I.  She is looking quite grown up these days.

Daisy Mae, Handsome Dude, and Little Dude.

Handsome Dude:  Mom.  I am only “smiling” like Dad now in pictures.

Well, son.  You nailed it.

And, yes.  Little Dude DOES have blue M and M goo all over his face.

And in a complete turn of events, here is a shot of Handsome Dude, apparently “putting out the vibe.”

Or something like that.

This wedding was gorgeous and outdoors, but THE WIND!  My hair looked all decent and presentable, but then THE WIND happened and, well,

I ended up with camping hair.  Which is a fine look for any formal occasion.

The BIG News

As some of you might recall, I graduated from college with my teaching degree about 11 years ago.  I never did teach because I started birthing babies directly after.  And the babies kept coming!  It was out of control!

We decided it would be best for me to stay home with them at least until everyone was in Kindergarten.  Well, when THE BABIES KEEP COMING, this seems like an eternity.

The children?  All in Kindergarten?  Will never happen.

About 4 years ago, we moved and I was a bit nervous to put my girls in school there so I decided to homeschool.  I have a love/hate relationship with homeschooling.  There are so many wonderful things about it, but it is SO HARD in so many ways.

Every 5 years, I needed to renew my teaching certificate.  This was always a hard decision for me, because it always cost me a lot of money and time, and I was sure I would never get the opportunity to teach.

Who would want to hire someone with zero teaching experience who had graduated 11 years ago?

Teaching was a goal I let go of.  I remember checking the website of the school nearby to see if they were hiring and wishing I was brave enough to try and apply.  But I could not imagine anyone ever thinking I was relevant.

As you might remember, I sort of hit rock bottom with homeschooling last September.  I think God had to get me to that place to get me to actually try the schoo.  So, in October, I enrolled all of my kids and signed up to be a substitute teacher.  This past year was incredibly difficult for me.  It was very scary to let go of homeschooling.  It was terrifying to start subbing.  It was difficult to see my kids struggle to adjust to public school.

But there was also a lot of good moments.

Seeing my kids make friends and enjoy their time at school.

Seeing my kids get excited about events at the school.

Learning that I COULD substitute teach!

I enjoyed going to the school everyday and I just LOVED all the other teachers and staff members.

I took a long term sixth grade sub position.  Apparently, it went well, or at least that is what the other staff members told me.  I have some suspicions that they were just telling me that because no one else WANTED TO GO DOWN THERE AND FACE 29 6TH GRADERS.  I was encouraged by many to apply for a full time position if one became available.

So, I did.

And last week, I had my very first grown-up-big-girl-adult-career-type-job interview.

It was horrific and terrifying.  I remember the room spinning and people writing down my answers to really hard questions.

Questions like:

“If we were to talk into your room during reading time, what would we see?”

My gut reply was: “Well, I hope you would see some kids reading?”

I am not even sure what my answer was.  The room was spinning, after all.  But I said something and tried to throw in fancy schmancy words like:

differentiate

collaborate

high-engagement strategies

Sounds impressive, right?

I did not think the interview went well at all.  I was very embarrassed afterwards and sort of wished I could crawl in a hole and die.

They said they would let me know in about a week.  Which was awful because that meant I would have to stay in my hole dying a thousand deaths for a WHOLE ENTIRE WEEK until someone finally called me to tell me I failed the interview and didn’t use the super-impressive word “differentiate” correctly in the sentence and I needed to stay home for all eternity.

But the principal called me the very next day.  I missed his call, as luck would have it, because I was rototilling my ridiculous garden that I don’t have time for.

I was sure he was going to tell me it was a big fat NO.  I actually wrote out what I was going to graciously say when he told me no.

I understand.  Thank you for giving me the opportunity to apply.

But, instead, he offered me A JOB!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Me?!

I will most likely be teaching Kindergarten next year.  There is a chance I will teach 1st, but 99% sure it will be Kindergarten.

I seriously cannot believe it.  I feel very blessed.  I was able to get my degree, have my children, stay home with my children until they were all in kindergarten, and now I am able to use my degree.  I am very excited!

David is STILL all that is redneck-hillbilly

This is the view out my window right now:

Random soda cans hanging from branches for to shoot at.

*sigh*

We have been busy folks.  Here’s a list.

1)  Pigs, pigs, and pigs!  And then, even more pigs.

We have pigs coming, and we have pigs going.  And David is loving every minute of it!  Every weekend, he is either replenishing the herd with more pigs, or butchering pigs.

It is tons of fun, I tell ya!

Fun Fact:  We have no pork in our freezer.

We have lots of pork in our yard, but not in our freezer.

2)  Little Dude graduated from Kindergarten.

I cannot believe my youngest will be in 1st grade next year!  My baby!

Since I am the 6th grade teacher, they found a substitute for me that day.  After the graduation, I got to leave school EARLY.  Merry Christmas to ME! A sub in the AFTERNOON for 6TH GRADERS on the 2ND TO LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!?!?  Oh be still my heart!

My mom and sister had come to the graduation, so we loaded the kids up and hit the beach!

Here’s Little Dude, relishing in all the glory that is him.

3)  Kittens!

We have four of them.  They are all alive!  This is great news!  Animals tend to perish easily on our lands.  We know not why.

Here is Handsome Dude with one of the darlings:

And Sweet Pea with another one:

I had to make a rule that Little Dude may NOT, under any circumstances, hold the baby kitties.

He loves them to DEATH.  Quite literally.  If you know what I mean.  And I think you do.

4)  This picture.

This picture is phenomenal.  It describes my family to a T.

We are all that is redneck.

5)  I totally survived teaching the 6th grade!  Oh my goodness, it sucked the life out of me, but I did it!  Look at me with my big-girl-teaching-middle-schoolers-pants-on!

I am thinking about applying for a teaching job next year.  Can you believe it?  ME?!?  I am hoping for a spot in grades K-2.  Please note how that is very far away from 6th grade!  Ha!

I kid!  I jest!

6th grade wasn’t awful-I did enjoy the kids.  I just would be more comfortable with primary.

6)  Sister Meagan was here for a visit and we took the children on a hike.

Which was foolish, because have you ever gone on a hike with four children?  Sometimes they whine.  FYI.

Here is a picture of me and my fab four.

Check out Little Dude.  We are never quite sure what he is doing.

7)  And lastly, I am going to present to you:

“The Tragedy that was Yesterday.”

David left for work earlier than normal, and he accidentally woke me up around 4:45am.  This is not that big of a deal, but it just makes for a more tired Taylor.

Around 6:50am, I received a text from my neighbor informing me that he had my two horses, just in case I was looking for them.

I wasn’t looking for them at all.  I was on Pinterest, enjoying the quiet whilst my children slept.

So I tell him I will be over soon and I go rally my troops.

I need my troops because I have no idea how to put a harness thingie-ma-bob on a horse, and I was under the impression that my girls did.

We all start to head down the road, and I had to snap this photo of Little Dude.

He’s looking like he could use a cup of coffee.

And, no.  I have no idea where he got those shorts, but they are about 4 sizes too big.

So, we head to the neighbors house and our horses are just running amok around their property.  Which I am sure they appreciated on an early Wednesday morning.

Poop!  My horses were also pooping in their driveway.  Which was thoughtful of them.

The horses were not all that interested in coming home.  Everytime the kids and I would go near them, they would run off.  Punks.

Little Dude decided to take a break and just help himself to the neighbors’ trampoline.

He had to hike his shorts up to his chest in order to jump without surprising us all.  Not that we would be all that surprised.  We oft see things we shouldn’t when it comes to Little Dude.

Mmmm-hmmm.

Please note the two horses in the background, not at all concerned that they are ruining my ENTIRE DAY.  But, I digress.

Sweet Pea and I were able to finally get the harness on one of the horses, and I led her home.  The other one, who was full of sass, followed and gave many snorts of disapproval along the way.

When we returned, the following events all occurred:

-Handsome Dude locked all our doors of our car with the keys inside

-I stepped in dog vomit (barefoot)

-Little Dude made his own breakfast and spilled Rice Krispies and milk all over the place.

By this point, it was 8am and I was ready to put everyone to bed and call it a day.

***

Well, I better go organize SOMETHING.  My plan is to organize this summer and I really just don’t want to.  But I should.

Happy Thursday!

Before we begin, I must make it abundantly clear that I would be A-OK with buying all produce at the store.

Thank you.

We had a busy weekend.  Per usual.  First, David had to get 2 new pigs, because, have you met him?

Yeah.  So now we have 11 pigs.  Not really sure why we got 2 more, but I usually don’t know what is going on.

The 2 newbies could not figure out the electric fence.  It was sad and funny at the same time.  The pigs would hit the fence, squeal, and run to the other side, get electrocuted again, and so on.

One pig just froze and stared at the fence for about a half an hour.

Just trying to figure it out.

So.  We had to do the weeding and the rototilling and whatnot of the garden area.  As gardeners are wont to do.

It takes

FOR

EV

ER.

Then, Handsome Dude helped David create stakes for the garden.

David put Handsome Dude and I in charge of putting the stakes in straight alone the center path.

We failed.

David had to come make it all better.  Then we planted our rows!

And ohmygoodness it is just too much.  I cannot bear to think of the weeding and harvesting and canning and the freezing.  It is a burden far too large for me to bear.

At one point, Little Dude went missing.  This is not an oddity.  He was supposed to be “helping.”  This is how I found him.

I have no words.

***

In other news, this is how Little Dude spent the day at school:

To be clear, I did not SEND him to school like that.

He has no idea how it happened.  Which is odd, because you would think someone would remember an event that sliced their pants.  But whatever.

After school, the boys were playing outside.  I love watching the boys play outside.  It always involves shovels, wagons, squirt guns, cats, and hay.  It is very intriguing.  At one point, Handsome Dude came in for a refreshing beverage and threw some hand picked flowers down on the counter.

He said not a word.  He just threw them down, chugged his drink, and headed back out.

I choose to believe the flowers are a gesture of his love and admiration for me.

Happy Thursday!

Last Friday night, David brought home donuts for the children to partake of Saturday morning.  On Saturday morning, I walk into the kitchen and find Little Dude.

He is standing in the kitchen, in his jammies, with a donut in each hand.

Little Dude: Hi, Mom!  I’m not wearing any underwear!

I look at him.  I know he WAS wearing underwear at some point in the last 24 hours . . .

Me:  Where’s your underwear?

LD:  Um . . . . I think I put them in the freezer!

Me:  What?  Why?

LD:  Because I wanted to see if they would melt!

Me:  Just so we are clear, it is never, ever ok to put your underwear in the freezer.

LD:  But I-

Me:  Nope.

That kid.  My mom bought the boys boxers.  Because she likes to mess with me.  My boys do not understand the concept of boxers.  Little Dude wears them over his tighty-whities.  And, fun fact, Little Dude wears Handsome Dude’s underwear, because he lacks cognitive thinking skills, and the underwear are too big, so they stretch about a mile above the boxers.  And the boxers are also pulled above the pants.

He is always looking fab.

Oh!  He also puts underwear and boxers under his swim shorts.  True story.

***

I am still teaching 6th grade and it is completely kicking my butt.  I can’t even try to sugar coat it-I am exhausted beyond belief.  They are a strange  breed, 6th graders.  Here are some fun comments I have heard:

“Mrs. M, your hair looks really weird today and it is distracting me.  I cannot focus.”

“I could tell your daughter was your daughter because you both walk really weird.”

My goodness.  And then there are those moments. . . . you know, where you think you are being all teach-er-iffic and inspiring?  When you are in the middle of imparting knowledge upon them, and a hand shoots up, and you are certain a connection has been made and a life has been changed?  And then the commenter says:

“I am glad we are learning history today, Mrs. M.  It reminds me that I need to watch The Big Bang Theory tonight, because it is a historical show.”

Um, no.

And then another day . . .

“Mrs. M, is there a Mr. M?”

(This was not the answer to the math problem that I had hoped for)

Me:  Yes.

Student:  What is his name?

Me:  David

Then the student gazes out the window and says-

“David and Taylor . . . Taylor and David . . . . ”

And I have to try to use all my strength and might to pull said student back to the math lesson and NOT on me and my husband’s first names.

And while trying to get them to BE QUIET while walking in the halls-

“Mrs. M?   Do you shape your eyebrows?”

Me:  shhhh!

Student:  I am thinking of shaping my eyebrows.

Me:  Stop talking, please!

Student:  It looks like you do something weird with your eyebrows.

Teaching is hard, people.  6th grade is hard.

And there are 19 school days left, baby.

19.

We went to Costco last Friday, as we are wont to do.  And as luck would have it, Costco had their giant swingset/fort/playstructure on display for all to see.

Do you know this swingset of which I speak of?  The pricetag is $999.99.  Which is a bit out of our budget.  By, like, a lot.

Little Dude wanted it, we said no, he asked again, we said no, and that was that.  About 15 minutes later, he decides to revolt.

(Please ignore the fact that he is in prime position to fall backwards and get a concussion.  That is besides the point.)

LD:  Mom!  I am just going to sit here and be wishing for that swingset!

Me:  Well, you are not getting it.

LD:  But, MOOOOOOM!  It’s only 10 $100 bills!

Little Dude is a bright kid.  I had to stop for a minute to check his math.

He was right.

Me:  No.

LD:  I am going to look in Dad’s wallet and if I find ten $100 bills, we are buying it.

Me:  No.

Poor kid.  He has such unreasonable parents.

I shared the sitch on Facebook, and, as luck would have it, a friend texted me that she has an older version of that play structure that we can just come and get!  So, later today, we are going to go pick it up.  The kids have no idea.  They will be excited!  And it will be a great lesson for Little Dude:  sit unsafe in a cart and demand your rights to an expensive swingset and all your dreams will come true!

I kid!  I jest!

***

Yesterday was a rainy Saturday.  David has high hopes to bulldoze the property, but he was sure he would get stuck.

And he would have.  We all know this to be true.

So instead, we just sort of hung out.  While I was putting around inside, I took some pictures of what I could see from my windows, for your viewing pleasure.

In an effort to save money on hay, David will take the horses and just tie them up randomly so they can eat the grass.  Apparently, we are not concerned about horse poopoo ending up all over our property.

Also.  A rogue hen.

We used to care about hens being out, and now we don’t.  I am not sure why.  I will have to ask David.

Maybe its because I teach 6th graders and I am too tired to chase hens around.

Just a theory.

For reasons, unbeknownst to me, our cats now hang out on our roof.

See the giant white bag in the garage?  That is our pig feed.

We buy it in bulk.  It saves us like 16 cents or something.  We are thrifty like that and not at all ridiculous.

3 kids riding bikes and one husband riding a horse.  All near a non-stuck bulldozer.

Little Dude was out cutting grass and I didn’t get a picture.

This is what he does.  Everyday.  Takes my scissors and cuts grass.  Literally. Spends hours doing this.

We aren’t sure why.  But he does know that $999.99 is basically $1000.00.  And he knows that $1000.00 is ten $100 bills.  So I won’t worry.

Here is a picture of Little Dude from a few days ago.  It is sure to delight you.

Here’s what’s going on:

He walked outside with a hanger stuck around his waist.  He played like this for awhile.  Then he decided he no longer wished to wear a hanger, and he took it off and left it in the driveway.

So, there you go.

Happy Sunday!

Well. I am alive.
Barely.
I have been THE sixth grade teacher for 29 darlings for 10 days now.
Actually, 9. I had to call off one day.  Lame, I know.  But Little Dude was sick last Wednesday.

Little Dude was actually sick on Tuesday.  I discovered it at 7am, and I am supposed to be there by 7:45am.  So, I brought him in and the nurse took him and told me, while shaking my shoulders,

“I will take him!  You HAVE to go down there!  You HAVE to!”

This is because . . . well?  Have you met sixth graders?

Exactly.

When he was sick the next day, I was sure to call in by 5:30am and I didn’t show my face.  Ha!

It’s hard to be a teacher and a mom, I tell ya.

The good news is the staff I am working with are extremely encouraging and supportive.  They are telling me that I am doing a good job, but I am over here like:

Fake it till you make it, I guess.

I am definitely trying, though.  And I am exhausted.  On Friday, I came home from school and fell asleep.  David took the kids to church and I woke up around 6pm.  I am worn out!  I started at just the right time, though . . . only about 7 weeks to go!

***

David bought a new truck.  And, as predicted, it is ginormous.

It is a Dodge 5500 Cummins Diesel Quad Cab.  And be impressed that I knew all of that, thank you.

It was quite the ordeal to get it.  Apparently, Dodge 5500s don’t grow on trees.  David wanted to buy one across the country (not even joking) and ship it, but they sold it before he could work it out.

He was full of misery and sorrow, but soon found one about 6 hours away.  This put a song in his heart and a spring in his step.

He and his brother, Jason, made the long trek to go and pick it up.  And he is pleased as punch.

So, there you go.

***

Spring hath sprung around here, and I am loving it.  We need sunshine!

Here are the horses, “sunbathing.”

Here is our cat, Mr. Poppers, sitting like a goober.

Happy Monday!

Spring Break!

So, a lot has happened since last we spoke.  Perhaps it would suffice to compile a list, yes?

1)  Sweet Pea won the spelling bee for her school so she went on to the state championship, which was conveniently located near us.  Because, let’s face it.  She would have been a no-show if we would have had to travel.  We are excellent parents like that.

I knew we were in trouble when the other spellers were asking questions such as, but not limited to:

“Can I get the language of origin?”

Because, sadly, no one taught Sweet Pea to even be concerned over such things.  Most of the words were words that I had never even heard of.  So, sadly, she did not advance to Washington DC.  And I told her it was ok, because who needs to know how to spell words that no one even uses?

Not us.

Language of origin.  Hmph.

2)  Handsome Dude turned 7, as if the world could not get any crazier.

3)  Want to know something even crazier than that?  Daisy Mae turned 10 the very next day.

4)  We usually combine things for the two of them.

Such is life.

5)  Daisy Mae finished the quilt that she and her grandma have been working on.

I think it turned out great!  It will be something that she can treasure forever.

6)  We purchased “Frozen” for Daisy Mae for her birthday and, oh my stars, I think the soundtrack is now playing in our home 24/7.

I want to tell her to just Let It Go.  Pun quite intended.  If you know what I mean.  And I think you do.

7)  Little Dude lost his very first tooth. 

This was quite sad for me.  I wasn’t expecting it.  I wasn’t emotionally prepared, if you will.  My last baby!  He was to remain a baby for all eternity.

He came upstairs with his wiggly tooth, very worried and unsure what was going on.  David yanked it out, like the good father that he is.

Then, because we are lazy and don’t have time to make the Tooth Fairy magical, we handed him his dollar bill.

LD:  “What’s this for?”

Us:  “Your tooth!”

LD (confused):  “Oh?!  Thank you!”

And then for the duration of the evening, he would come up to us and say,

“Thanks for my dollar!”

And I am wondering how a child who has three older siblings has gotten this far in life without ever hearing about the Tooth Fairy.  Or lack thereof, in our house.

8)  I started teaching 6th grade.  I have mixed feelings about it, and I am sure I cannot really discuss it on a blog.  It went better it many ways than I expected and harder in some ways.  The first two days were rough, and the second two days were better.  We shall see.  Here is a picture of the classroom after Sweet Pea and I set it up.  We worked hard one Saturday to get it functioning.

9)  David sold his truck and has a woebegone (nailed it!) look about him all the days of his life.  He is having trouble finding his new “dream” truck and I think that he is lost without a truck in his life.  He had to take the Envoy with a trailer to the dump yesterday, and in the spirit of all things David, he got it stuck.

Luckily, we have a bulldozer.  We are THOSE people.

10)  Spring Break is upon us.  I am sick with some sort of sinus thing today.  But I blogged!  So, that’s that.  Tomorrow we have an eye appointment in the big city and we have plans to get together with some homeschool friends from the days of yore.

I hope you all enjoy your Spring Break (if you get one!)!

Happy Monday!