I apologize for being MIA. I'm taking summer classes and they are very intense. Particularly History of Sacred Places. Here's a quick catch-up on what's been going on here. And as soon as I find my cord to hook my camera to the computer I will upload all the pictures I have actually been taking.
The twins finished kindergarten and we are all very glad to be done with public school. No more fighting against biorhythms or remembering who has gym/music/library/art which day. Tweedledum and Tweedledee are now 6 years old and we had a great visit from my mom. She got to come for their birthday and got to experience the Strawberry Festival while she was here.
We learned that a Fireman's Parade is a bad idea, no matter how much the kids say they want to go and that there is not too much of a good thing when it comes to strawberry shortcake. Or chocolate-dipped strawberries. Or strawberry pancakes. Or anything else you can imagine to put strawberries on. It's also a really good time to stock up on strawberries for making jam.
I went to an LDS homeschool conference in Virginia a couple of weeks ago and am so ready and energized to begin this new journey with my family. The Spirit spoke to me again so strongly that this is the right thing to be doing with me kids. I'm not anti-public school now. I just know that this is what's right for our family and I have to follow that prompting. I heard some really great talks that can even apply to those that do not homeschool. But they deserve their own posts so remind me to write about them later, okay?
Finally, a month ago I had a brilliant idea. Let's get some chickens! See, a good friend of mine lives outside city limits and has several chickens for laying eggs and also got some meat chickens when they went on sale this spring. I really wanted to have some meat chickens of my own to raise and so I can feed my family some hormone-free meat for once. So, I asked my dear friend if I could keep some chickens at her house. Yes, but the first couple of weeks it was still too cold for them to be outside at night because they were still cute and fluffy and didn't have their protective feathers yet. So I had to keep them at my house. We made a cozy home out of two plastic totes and put a baby gate on top to keep the dog away and them from jumping out. They had a light to keep them warm even after we could move them to the back porch. Oh yeah, I didn't talk to Tom about the chickens before I bought them and wasn't home when he got home from work that night so he saw them unexplained. How many you ask? 18. Tom then pointed out that we live inside city limits and that it's not legal for us to have farm animals! Oops. They now have a home out in the country and will soon be making their way to my freezer. After all, they are ready to be "processed" when they are 8-12 weeks old.
Yeah, they grow that fast.
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