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the things that come out of their mouths…

Said by Caedmon, while wrestling with his teddy bear

“You want some of this? Well do ya, Weaksauce?!”

Said by Presley, in the sweetest voice, as she was cuddling with me on the couch

“I wuv you Mommy. Let’s pound it.”

*fist bump*

Said by Presley after she took off her sneakers after a long hike

“Will you please smell my beautiful feet?”

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First Day of Fall Festivities!

I kind of…maybe…didn’t know that it was the first day of fall until I heard Al Roker say something about it while I was watching the Today Show in bed this morning.

But I quickly came up with some fun first day of fall activities…or I may have used the first day of Fall as an excuse to make pumpkin spice donuts. Either way…

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Contrary to what the look on Presley’s face depicts, they were good…really good.

Then, for our daily nature study, we drove up the canyon a bit to visit the pond and talk about leaves.

Look, we have a key!

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I asked the kids to look for a tree that had leaves that were either yellow, brown or orange.

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Presley was convinced that she could climb that gigantic tree to reach her own leaf. Poor thing.

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Shockingly, Presley was unable to reach a leaf, so I told her to find a tree that was all green and to pick a ‘leaf’ from that tree.

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We put the leaves in the car and I let the kids run around in the Fall sun before getting down to some learnin’

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Then, on the way back to the car, we found a hoof print. Deer? Elk?

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Then we curled up with the little gigantic Handbook of Nature Study to figure out what kind of leaves we found, why they were changing (or not changing) colors and how the weather played into that.

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Happy Fall!

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…and they were never heard from again

I am coming to you, dear reader’s, as the last surviving member of the Leggett clan. A horrible tragedy befell the other 3 members of my family last night and I shall recount the story to you here.

This is, of course, a cautionary tale.

Yesterday evening, after a delightful dinner, we loaded up to take our evening walk around the neighborhood. Presley didn’t feel like walking on this particular evening so she got strapped on and off we went.

The route we decided to take this particular evening was quite long and after about a quarter of a mile, Presley was pawned off between daddy’s shoulders and her own two feet.

Apparently Presley has acquired a taste for 80’s style. Rad.

We’d walked about a half a mile at this point and turned around to discover that we could no longer see our house. That’s fine though, right? I mean, how dangerous could an evening walk in the mountains possibly be…?

Apparently there was no real concern amongst the hikers

We press on

And then we came upon a bit of a road block

I get the feeling they don’t want people trespassing?

Oh surely not. If they didn’t want people to come in they wouldn’t have made the gate so climbable. Obviously.

With that small hurdle behind us we tackle the long, steep trail up the mountain…unsure of what lay ahead

As we reached the top of the hill and rounded the corner, we discovered the most lovely little pond

It appears that people have been here before…people who don’t know how to build a sturdy bench…or giants.

I’m leaning towards giants

Drunken giants

“Hey Mom! Dad wants us to go explore this rusted old shed!”

“Um…honey…I don’t think that’s safe…”

“Oh it’s fine dear! What’s the worst that could happen?!”

Famous last words.

What happened then, faithful readers, is too horrific for words. It will haunt my dreams for as long as I live.

I made the long journey home by myself. Only stopping to let the deer pass…

…and only turning around to ensure that the hideous creature wasn’t coming after me next.

I made it home just as the sun was going completely behind the mountains. After taking a moment to ensure that all the doors and windows were locked, I sat down to let it all soak in.

What? Does everyone not handle their greif with video games?

Please send candy.

And comics.

Oh, and could someone make sure the dish bill gets paid? I need my cartoons to comfort me in my time of loss.

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Just stuff…that we do…and such

I obviously lack the creativity of coming up with a title to this post.

Deal with it.

This one here. She’s good with the puzzles.

Scary good.

Come on. Don’t act like you could do this puzzle when you were 3!

The other one? He’s good with numbers.

Really good.

I had to explain Roman Numerals once. 1 time. That’s it. And he ran with it and solved all 10 of these problems in 2 minutes flat.

He also declined to have his picture taken. Jerk.

Also, I didn’t realize he had checked that book out from the mobile library until after I made that Roman Numerals file folder game.

I mean, let’s face it. I don’t pay attention to what my children are checking out from the library. Pish. I have more important things to do. Like take pictures of cows.

You thought I was going to post a picture of a cow just now didn’t you, DIDN’T YOU!

Don’t lie to me.

While Caedmon was doing Roman Math…come on, don’t act like that’s not an important life skill…Presley was matching lower case letters to their upper case companions.

Don’t let that smile fool you. .002 seconds after this picture was taken, she threw all those cute little hearts on the ground and yelled “I HATE ALPHABETS!”

I’d like to take this opportunity to remind the readership that my children dress themselves.

Amen.

Another activity that’s been popular around the abode this summer is water color painting.

Now, we’ve got an activity table dedicated to all the kids crafty pursuits, so I don’t have to worry about thin paper letting paint bleed through and such…but I still don’t like cleaning it up.

So I whipped out an old package of paper plates and let the kids go nuts! They’re thick enough to hold all the watery paint, supah cheap, and in near limitless supply around here thanks to all the people who stayed here when this house was a vacation home!

Caedmon took a stack of paper plates outside today and painted some landscapes that I love, but I haven’t taken pictures of them yet.

No, I don’t always have my camera strapped to my neck.

Oh FINE! Yes, I’m lying. Are you happy interwebz?! Yes I do always have my camera strapped to my neck. I just haven’t unloaded those pictures yet and I’m too lazy to do it right now.

That’s all. Carry on.

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Living with Presley is also special

Presley walks up to me yesterday and says,

“Sink* I want dis Princess dress off. You help me?”

I dutifully take the dress off while she further explains

“I has to go potty. I’m gonna poop and dis dress is tooooooo girly for dat.”

I’d like to see you argue that logic.

*this is how she says ‘I think’

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Country living is so…special

Have I ever told you, dear reader’s, that I hate moths? I really…really hate them. They’re all spaztic and floppy and they can’t control themselves.

People say, “Oh come on, Amanda. They’re just like butterflies.”

Nay. They are not ‘just like butterflies’. There is nothing graceful about moth as it sputters and slams it’s body into a light bulb. Nothing at all like a butterfly.

What was I talking about?

Oh yes, country life.

So I knew there was a moth problem up here and I was a bit screamy and jumpy the first couple of weeks, but now I have, for the most part, learned to coexist peacefully with them.

Well, that is, until yesterday.

We were headed out for our daily trip to the post office yesterday afternoon when I innocently grabbed my purse that was sitting benignly next to my chair in the living room. I already had my sun glasses on so I couldn’t really see the purse strap as I was grabbing it, but I could certainly feel the unmistakable crunch of dead moth under my hand as I lifted it up.

In the interest of journalistic integrity I feel obligated to tell you that the instant my hand crunched that moth I dropped that purse like a hot potato and began screaming and squeeling and jumping around the room like the sissy girl that I am.

And then I began pouring Purel over my hand with such vigor that youd’ve thought it was holy water.

Kevin, being the manly man that he is, calmly scooped up the purse and tossed the offending creature in the trash. But as he walked past me I caught a glimpse of what looked like hundreds of teeny, tiny sparkly pearls in little clusters all over my purse.

Oh no she didn’t! That hussy had the audacity to lay EGGS all over my PURSE before she died on it. Oooooooh no ma’am. Not cool.

And then…AND THEN I realized that I had YARN in that purse. And not just any yarn. No. I had beautiful self stripping, baby soft wool sock yarn that was already 2/3’s of the way knit into quite a lovely sock, if I do say so myself.

I immediately dumped the contents of the purse onto the floor and started frantically picking apart my yarn as Kevin scrapped off the eggs.

Did I mention this is a fairly rare purse handmade in Uganda and was only available at Invisible Children screenings over a year ago and can’t be purchased anymore? Oh I didn’t? How silly of me.

As soon as I was certain that my yarn was in the clear, I dumped the purse in the washing machine and washed it on Hot. Twice.

Excuse me while I go douse my hand in Purel. Again.

In other news…

The kids seem to be a fan of all the insects the mountains have to offer. Especially Presley. She just loves playing with bugs of all shapes and sizes.

*shudder*

But I’m trying not to instill my utter disdain (read:abject terror) for bugs onto my offspring, so I encourage their blossoming interest whenever possible.

With that in mind, when I was hanging clothes on the line the other day, I happened upon a tiny little inch worm. Well, I can handle an inch worm! No problem! Nothing scary or disgusting about those little guys.

So I called the kids out to the back yard and had Presley bring the little guy in the house so we could do some good ol’ home schoolin’ and research what exactly an inch worm is.

We looked in Caedmon’s insect book and didn’t find anything. So I pulled out the Children’s Animal Dictionary, nada.

The kids really didn’t care anymore at this point, but I was bound and determined to figure out what the heck an inch worm actually is.

Google to the rescue!

I clicked on the first link that Google offered up and as I was scrolling through the page this picture jumped out at me

“Huh” I thought to myself, “that’s an odd looking butterfly…”

“Wait.”

“Is that…? Surely not…”

And then my eyes land on this sentence

“…larvae of moths of the family Geometridae, a large, cosmopolitan group with over 1,200 species indigenous to North America.”

Fantastic.





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Well, hello there…

In an effort to not send myself over a virtual cliff, I’m not going to even look at the date of my last blog. I’m just going to act like I still have a few people out there reading my sporadic ramblings.

So, for those of you not ‘in the know’, Kevin got a new job. He’s working from home full time now which rocks. It’s very surreal, actually, to wake up every morning and have Kevin home with us all day. To be able to come and go as we please. Very strange, very awesome.

Of course, because WBU has this silly rule about former employees living in staff housing, we’ve had to move…again. If you’re keeping score that’s 8 moves in 7 years. We’re hoping for this move to be pretty permanent. While the house is a bit of a tight squeeze, it’s located in the neighborhood of our dreams and I think we’d all 4 be thrilled to settle down here for good.

In other news, we’ll be doing first grade forever. Between several weeks of sickness this year, and the move we’re about 6 weeks behind where we need to be. Good times. However, Caedmon seems to be thriving pretty well in the hectic environment. He’s had a huge leap in his reading in the past few weeks and his math skills are out of this world. I’m going to have to start saving up now for a math tutor because there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep up with him!

Wow, I’m putting myself to sleep here. Seriously. This is the most boring post I’ve ever written.

Alrighty then, if you made it through that I owe you a cookie. Perhaps I’ll be back in another few months to wow you with a witty retelling of how Presley likes to pee all over the floor and laugh at me as I clean it up. Stay tuned!

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