Bridget the Bookworm

 One thing I learned quickly when I first met my husband (and his family!) was that I had better use proper grammar or I should expect to be corrected.  (This is all in good humor, of course, and I have to admit that it's a trait I rather like.  I've always been kind of particular about getting words right.)  One of their pet peeves is improper use of adverbs (think "I feel bad about.." vs. "I feel badly about..."). 

So it should be no surprise that my children have always spoken well and used correct grammar (for the most part) since they were toddlers.   Bridget cracked me up with this one today...

She has a book reader that reads the words aloud to her when she flips the pages.  I was in the kitchen working and I could hear her play the same page over and over, about five times.  Finally, she said, "Mom, come listen.  There's a problem!"

I assumed the problem was a low battery and that it wasn't moving on to the next page properly.  I couldn't have been more wrong.  She wanted me to listen because they used the word "townsfolk" and she thought that sounded downright wrong.  "Mom, can you believe they messed up like that?  It should be 'folks' not 'folk'.  So silly!"

She didn't exactly spot an error this time, but I imagine in no time she'll be following in her father's footsteps and correcting my mistakes!    :)

Jonah and Bridget-best of friends!

Am I the only one who got to see a parade today? 

This morning Jonah and Bridget came downstairs to the living room, marching and playing drums. They circled Henry and me once, then grabbed walmart sacks full of candy and started launching the candy at us. 

They followed it up with one final circle and then left with no explanation.

 Life with these two around is never dull.  They are such good friends and whenever they have free time, they are usually together.  

Jonah and Bridget...you crack me up!  Thanks for making life more fun and always reminding me to seize the day.    :)

Spring pictures 2012

I love Springtime...new life, everything is green and blooming, the sun is shining, we can be outside all the time because the weather is perfect...thank you Lord!

Bridget Mary, age 4

Samuel Jonah, age 7

Henry David, age 8 (almost 9!)
I'm so grateful for my three wonderful blessings.

Jonah in the Kitchen

(Jonah in the apron that his Grammy made him for his birthday this year.)
One of Jonah's favorite places to be is in the kitchen, helping with whatever I happen to be working on at the time. I love this of course, because it's also one of my favorite places to be. :)

This afternoon, Jonah was mixing up pizza crust in the kitchen while I supervised and cleaned out some cupboards.

I pulled out a punch bowl that hasn't seen the light of day in about four years and set it on the counter. Jonah asked why and I told him I was putting it into our upcoming garage sale.

"Say what?" Jonah was incredulous. "Why in the world would you get rid of THAT? It's so pretty!"

I explained that it was something I previously found useful but don't use much anymore and now it just takes up space.

Jonah's reply? "Well I would think you could just keep it and give it to my wife when I get married. I think she would like it."

Goofy Girl

After lunch today, Bridget and I were talking. Out of the blue she asked me this very important question: "Hey Mom, is Dad at work, or in Colorado, or at a friend's house?"

I stifled a giggle but told her that he is at work.

"Okay," she said, "I just needed to know."

More goat babies!

After the surprise of Nancy's babies, we were constantly on the lookout for more (since we had 3 other female goats).  A few weeks after Nancy, Mama had her babies.  We named them Strawberry the Shortcake (Bridget's choice), and Louie (Sam's choice).  They were both as sweet as their mama and turned out to be super friendly as well.

After Mama, it was Goldie's turn.  Goldie has always been a little skittish and hasn't appreciated human interaction, but she required a little help during the birth of one of her kids.  That is something I never thought I would do!!!  She was in great distress and starting to give up, so I helped pull one out.  Her babies were named Rocky and Dixie, and we really didn't ever get them to be anymore people-friendly than their mama ever was.  They looked just like their mama with the dangling "goat jewelry" hanging from their necks...so cute.  

The father of all these goats was a young billy named Buck.  We didn't keep him long after the mamas had their kids as he was waaaaay too aggressive with our own kids.  

A full two months after the first kids, our last goat Ashley finally had hers.  She had two, a boy that we can't remember what we named, and a girl that Bridget named Spongebob.  Ashley and her babies were even more skittish than Goldie and hers, so we really never got to spend any time handling them or playing with them.  

Such a fun experience to be a part of kidding season!