Where do birds get their eggs?

That was the question of the night. I knew what Ben meant, but I played dumb. I said, "they lay them Ben." "I know mom, but where do they get them?" "Well Ben, the mommy and daddy make them together." "Oh, that's so cool, a mommy bird makes her own eggs." At this point the subject changed and he wanted no further explanation. So, if any of you wants to talk birds and eggs with Ben, he can give you the low-down according to him and what he "heard" me tell him.

Non-Fiction

For those who have asked. The stories I share here are the truth. If I'm feeling so moved to write fiction, I will let you know.

Ipod Enjoyment

It is an enjoyable thing to do house chores and listen to my ipod. What's more enjoyable is when a dancing song comes on. I can dance and be silly and before I know it Thing 1 and 2 are right there next to me, dancing too. What is humorous is that they can't hear my music. They have their own set of rules, and one seems to feed off the other.

Silas

This little guy is so cute, he goes from Super Boy to

Crawling Boy in no time.

You can tell how pleased he is with himself.

This is priceless!

Tryon Palace

If we must pose...Our tour guide, she was beautiful in costume.
Libby with her Junkuun mask.
Crafting.
Crafting complete.
Ben is still not interested.

Tryon Palace had a free visitors day yesterday. My friend M told me about it and so the kids and I went. It was fun. We learned some interesting facts about New Bern, how Tryon Palace used to be the capitol of North Carolina, and how George Washington danced within a room in the Palace. I don't know why that's important, but he did. Jackie was most interested in the dining hall. Colby liked the men's planning room, and the kids were able to translate a couple words of Latin inscribed upon the walls. (Mild boasting there, sorry) The kids behaved remarkably well.

Thing 1 and Thing 2

have been sent here for God's glory, but also to keep me humble. To keep me from thinking I might be living in a normal family. Sometimes when you hear loud banging coming from the bathroom it's better not to check. Really, leave well-enough alone. Ben was supposed to have been taking a shower. I heard some very loud banging. Like someone might have been banging their head against a wall. I go to the bathroom to be sure everything is okay. The door is locked. I proceed to knock loudly, no answer, then a, "just a minute." Then I hear, "no, don don don't unlock it yet." We know who that is. So, I grab the little pin that unpops the lock and let myself in. What do I find? Ben in the bathtub showering, this is good. But Louisa, Louisa was in the sink bathing. Yes, the sink. Naked. Taking her bath. This is almost as strange as the Secret Service coming to my house. What's a mother to do? I am to remember that I am not normal, nor are my children. We just need to bring God glory. The rest is history!

Salt Water, Salt Water, Salty, Salty, Salty

That's the song we sing to our dog. We have a special tune for it and each time we begin to pipe it out, he goes mad. Here's a picture of him during his at-home-spa treatment. He only receives this special time after he's tracked mud in the house, and since it rained today, that's what he got.