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what's up weekly. (in which our chickens come home to roost. also, halloween.)

I'm not even going to start this post off with an apology for my delinquency.  In fact, at this point, if you fully anticipated that I would be punctual and present, I kind of judge you for holding onto illogical expectations in the face of stark reality.  But then I also admire you for your willingness to believe the best about me, so I feel conflicted.  

These last two weeks have been full of the same tornado energy as the last couple of months have been.  I think that's just life right now, though I am hoping it settles down soon.

Two weeks ago, our friends Andrew and Jen brought our chickens and our coop to us.  They'd been chicken-sitting until we were able to get settled.  It was so wonderful to get to see them and their kiddos, and our kids were also so very happy to have the chickens settled in.  We're getting our own eggs now!  Unfortunately, the very simple "run" we were hoping to set up for them wasn't adequate (we kept watching them just fly right over the fencing, even with their wings clipped), so they've been having to live inside the coop while a different solution is built, which is slow-going because, again, Life is Crazy.  But more on that in a bit.


These chickens rode in this down the interstate.  It must have been thrilling.



Penelope was thrilled to be reunited.





Andrew's trailer tips up (their son Tobias is there on the side, pushing the button to tip it!), so it was so smooth getting it off the truck.




Some of our friends from Leavenworth came to help get it into place.



I find it hilarious that it almost perfectly matches our house.






The twenty-fourth was Todd's birthday!  He is forty-four years young, with a gaggle of kids to show for his time here on earth, and eternity will never be the same.  We are so grateful for his hard work and diligence at keeping life FUN.  Our home is a much more joyful, festive place because of him, and Scripture saturates every part of life.  I pray earnestly that our kids will be indelibly shaped by his example and his investment, and that they come into adulthood being like him.  I'm so glad he was born.

We took a farm tour with the family who now provides us with milk and eggs.  It's no Amish community (which I still miss so much it physically hurts) but it was fun to see the whole operation from where our food comes!  They not only have the couple of Jersey cows that they milk, but they also raise dairy and meat goats, angus cattle, guineas and Australian Shepherds, as well as hundreds of acres of crops.  Also, nine kids.  It's a bustling place.




Okay, back to the chicken run debacle.  Long story short, I am trying to build an enclosure.  I am not skilled in the lumber arts, and it is going slowly and crookedly.  The neighbor saw it and took pity on me and has volunteered to help me build it.  In the meantime, I have these yokels to help me move forward on it.




In other news, Ophelia got a bath, which is always an item of note and cause for busting out the camera.




Last Saturday, our church threw a Reformation Day party, with food and bouncy castles and games and square dancing and a costume contest.  It was SO MUCH FUN.  The kids got all dressed up.




Please look at how tall Atticus is and then lament with me how quickly time flies.




This is the face of pure joy.



Trying to munch an empty box of Nerds.




Gotta love group dances.




Learning the Virginia Reel.


Friends came from Columbia to stay with us that weekend as well, so we had an extra full Sabbath dinner.  Then Todd and our friend Josh went out with some of the guys from church (Jared Longshore was in town to preach at our church, so they all went out to hang out with him and get to know him better), and Megan and I stayed home and got the kids in bed.  Then we got some quiet time to actually catch up!  I am really loving how many people we can fit in this house.



Monday was Halloween AND Reformation Day, so we really got to go all out.  The kids dressed up in their costumes and we walked our small neighborhood.  I LOVE OUR NEIGHBORHOOD.  If I haven't been clear about that before.  


I couldn't decide between the lamb and the mouse this year, so I refused to choose just one.




Todd said, "It makes sense she was a mouse, because that is a cheesy grin." 


When we got home, we had our first cheeseboard of the holiday season (while still wearing our costumes), and then we watched Luther... while eating candy and wearing costumes.  It was so festive and fun.




I'm going to take a pause right here for anyone wondering our thoughts on Halloween.  I can go into it more sometime, but this fun video sums up our thoughts...

 

On Wednesday, the kids had some friends over for the evening, so it turned into a night of dinner and folk dancing/ballroom dancing.  They had a blast - Penelope leaned over and said, "There was a moment tonight that I wished it would never end!"  The kids are really feeling at home and settled here and have made such great friends already.  It is so wonderful to watch them blossom.


When the whole table is the kids' table.





The rest of the week has flown by, trying to keep up with school (which is proving increasingly challenging as the weeks march on), and trying to hold back the ever-lurking threat of childhood illness that starts to percolate this time of year.  (Juni had a dry throat the night we went Trick or Treating, and she kept coughing over and over, and Todd said she decided to go as Covid.  That's the scariest costume.)  We've had a couple random fevers pop up this week, and lots of runny noses.  'Tis the season - shorter days, cooler weather, and plenty of refined sugar to stoke the fires of disease.

Ahh, well, what can you do?  One thing I like to do to cheer me up and keep me going is to watch Ophelia do anything at all.  Look!  Here she is, staring out the window.  (One thing I LOVE about this house is that the windows are lower to the ground, so the tiny people can actually see outside.)




Well, friends, that's it for now.  Until we meet again!

what's up weekly. (in which I actually cover all the ground I've lost over the last three weeks.)

Well, I spent enough time bragging about being all caught up on the blog after falling behind on posts... and then I fell behind again.  The thing about living a full life is that the fuller life gets, the less time there is to actually document it.  So now that I am three whole weeks behind in posting, I will do my best to get caught up and then stay caught up.

The first milestone of note is that we were actually able to host another large family for dinner!  At our last house, we were rarely able to host families with kids; there just wasn't enough space.  



And another major milestone: we finally started the school year!














We logged a single week of school, and then as a reward, we packed our bags and headed to Tennessee for vacation.  We attended the Fight Laugh Feast conference, which is where we met our current church folks for the first time last year.  We visited with friends, listened to pastors and speakers, sang psalms, drank beer, and had a grand old time.  Not a single kid got car sick, not a single one had a blowout diaper or needed to stop for emergency elimination along the side of the road.  I would say that's a recipe for road trip success.

The one major catastrophe we faced on the trip was losing Chewy.  Chewy is Juni's very special pal.  Chewy is an old pillowcase, ripped up and chewed on until she is barely recognizable as such.  Chewy is tattered and smelly and crispy and gray.  Chewy is therefore clearly irreplaceable.  Well, when it came time to pack the van, Chewy could not be found anywhere, and I mean ANYWHERE.  We searched backpacks and the trash and the van and inside the bedding.  We asked our AirBnB hosts as well as the cleaning lady to let us know if it turned up.  And... nothing.

Well, pillowcases come in packs of two, and I just so happened to possess Chewy's twin, whom we named Newy and tried to pass off as the real thing for a day or two, but it was a no-go.  "I don't want Newy! I don't like Newy!" all night long.  AND THEN!.... And then, someone thought to unzip the visor in Ophelia's car seat, and stuffed inside was Chewy.  That silly Chewy.  Thank goodness she is safe and sound.




Once we were home, we took a day off to rest and recover, and then we jumped back into school, so as of today we have offically logged three weeks of school so far this year.  Shame shame.

More milestone news: Ophelia sprouted some more teeth (bringing her total number of chompers to eight), and is now sitting up.  She sits with us at the dinner table and eats table food alongside us - most days she gets an egg yolk or two, some raw butter, and bits of meat.



When we got back from Tennessee, I took about a gallon of our raw cream and turned it to butter myself, and HOT DANG.  I'm not one to brag or anything, but you guys are all going to want me to be the milkmaid on your apocalypse farm.  But I will have to decline all offers with regrets, because these are crazy times and I have my own apocalypse farm affairs to attend to.  You understand.





She also turned 10 months on the fifteenth!  In the immortal words of the oft-quoted Tal, "Time goes by so fast."  I can't believe we are single-digit weeks away from her first birthday.  I just love her so much.  Her fuzzy warm head, her eyes that "are two earths," in the words of my neighbor, her little pointer finger that she waggles at everyone, the way she picks everything up so daintily in her slow little pincer grasp.  The way she still swims around the house like a mermaid, even though she knows how to crawl.  The way she sings and says "amen" with the congregation.  The way she waves her little hand in a circle like royalty when she's saying hi.  The way she says "Mama. Mamamamamama" with her lips all tucked in.  The way she will probably never learn to walk because she is always being carried by someone who loves her.  The way she cries when she knows she is being left out of playtime in a room with the door closed.  Goodness gracious, how did we live our lives without her?  How did we not just drown in our own ennui while we waited for her to show up on the scene?




And not to be outshined, the other kids also decided to celebrate some major milestones as well:

Atticus celebrated the fourth anniversary of his baptism.



His present this year was a Swiss Army knife to replace the one that literally got left inside the wall at our Columbia house.


Penelope celebrated the fifth anniversary of her baptism.




And the other six kids all got baptized this weekend too!  It was quite the weekend, and I will show you photos in a separate post.  But here are a few "behind the scenes" photos at home while we were gearing up to go.





Both sides of the family came to celebrate, and Todd's parents got to meet Ophelia for the first time!  They also brought bikes for all the kids, so needless to say everyone has been in bike heaven.




Learning to ride one-handed.









And other than that, we've just been up to a little of this, a little of that...


A little movie-making...



...a little exploring the Shire...




...a little Sabbathing...



...a little canning...



...a little snuggling...



...a little Little Princessing...



...a little Psalm-singing...



...and a whole lot of enjoying being alive.



Today holds a trip to Tractor Supply to get the things we need for a chicken run, since our coop and the chickens are coming home to roost tomorrow.  A friend has been watching them for us for the last couple of months, and we're about to be reunited.  Not sure for how long, as we have fence-climbing, sewer-dwelling racoons on our street, as well as hawks nesting in the trees behind our yard.  But we will do our best to make our chickens' last days as long and pleasant as we can.