I picked up a couple of our blog books tonight, trying to jog my memory on something and oh my goodness my heart just ached at all those pictures and stories. I used to be so much better at recording our life. Those snippets of daily life are much more precious to me than any of the big milestone posts. I vowed right then and there to start doing a better job.
If I had to pick one picture that represented summer for us, this would be it. We have friends staying in our apartment over the summer and between their 4 kids and our 5 kids, we somehow have 20 bicycles. Not really, but close. The weather has been gorgeous and the kids have been spending the majority of their time outside. We have the best house for riding bicycles, because the pavement goes all the way around the house in a nice loop with a big driveway and a good sized patio in back. It really is one of my favorite features of this house. Oliver can peddle his tricycle (when he isn’t stealing his friend Ryan’s bike) unbelievably fast and Adelaide learned to ride a 2-wheeler just this afternoon. When the kids aren’t riding bikes, they are playing baseball, digging holes, or pretending they are lost in the forest.
With the kids spending so much time outside, and no baby to nurse, I’ve been tinkering around in the yard. Everything is so overgrown and I have no idea what I’m doing, but I just keep snipping and pulling and shoveling. I planted a garden and some squash starts Ben’s Dad gave me in the raised beds. I may have planted my seeds too late, but the squash seems happy.
A few days ago, I called and ordered 12 cubic yards of mulch. The kids were fascinated by the dump truck depositing it’s load in our driveway. I had no idea how much to order, but I figure our yard is huge so it will all get used somewhere. So far I’ve mulched the blueberry bushes, peonies, 2 raised beds, and a bit of the flower beds in the front yard. (Do I still call them flower beds if there aren’t any flowers?) Our friends have been helping me, which I feel simultaneously guilty about and grateful for.
While we were in Paris, our chickens became gigantic. They outgrew the brooder in our garage so I made them a bigger one, but it’s still bordering on factory farming. A friend brought us over some fencing stuff to make them a temporary outdoor pen and each day we hand carry 7 chickens, one by one, to the outdoor pen. Then each night we hand carry them, one by one, back to their brooder. I always whisper my apologies to them when they are settled in for the night.
Rest assured, there is no need to call PETA about my poor chickens. Ben has been hard at work building them a coop/palace. I only pray we get it finished before I start finding eggs in the garage. There is nothing quite like going out to the garage to grab something from the freezer and seeing a renegade chicken staring you in the eye from outside it’s coop…
Lastly, Molly graduated from 7th grade on Thursday. She and her best friend hung out; watching movies, washing my car, playing in the water, and doing other girly things. I only wished she had used the right soap and not the dishwasher detergent she found under the sink because I had to rewash the car, twice, and wax it before I could get the white stains out. (Bonus points for finding my reflection in the car.)
Molly was home for 1 day, and then left for a temple/white water rafting trip with her friends from church. She’ll get home tomorrow, and then will leave the next day for three weeks. Seems unfair, but that is life.