JB and I were convicted LAST year to keep the
boys home from Sunday school each week. 
We had them do a pre-inductive Psalm study
with Daddy. 

It went really well. 

This year, after reading the book Already Gone,
we were further convicted to bring the girls in, too.

And it is really cool!

 

She does this stunned look well…
but don’t let her fool you,
this isn’t her first go-around in the exosaucer.

But it was the first time
she really enjoyed it!

She is just too cute!! ♥

About 21 months ago we started the basement…  You may remember this post.

JB just took off another week and made some new progress in the basement!!

Electric is done, as is insulation, and some other walls and framing.

We have some folks coming next week to drywall.

Then we are done for another 6 months or so. 

‘Cuz we ran out of money.  😉

 

I have been working on this post for a while.  I just don’t seem to have time to finish these kind of entries!

A few weeks back I headed back to work.  My first night back I was instantly reminded of one of my biggest pet peeves of all.

Imagine yourself on an elevator.  There is a finite amount of space on that thing.  And outside of the elevator there is, well, frankly, the whole rest of the world.

So why do people try to board an elevator before they see if anyone will be getting off?

I really dislike elevators and do what I can to avoid using them.  But, in my later months of pregnancy, or when I have medical equipment, I have to use them.  And deal with these folks.  😛

On the ride home, I was pondering this and was thinking about my other pet peeves.  And, if you are reading this, you get to ponder them, too!

What is the “Subject” line there for on emails?  It annoys the snot out of me. 
It is the email version of call waiting, at best, and just plain extra work, at worst.

I am here to say that any email that comes to my inbox will get opened in the reverse order it came in, starting with the most recently sent one.  I will not pick and chose and decide which order I will open them in based on what someone may have typed in that box.  If I am going to my email, I am going there hoping to deal with all of the messages.  As I read one and delete it, or put it in another folder, I will then go on to the next one.  I don’t even look at the subject lines.  Taking the time to actually read the subjects and then selecting based on whatever someone wrote would actually take more time that just starting at the top and going down through them and making quick, click-y decisions as they open one after the other.

So, if you are one to send me an email, please know you don’t have to try to think of something stellar to put in that line, hoping I won’t miss your email.  I won’t miss it.  Honestly, I don’t really read the subject lines.

Now, I will acknowledge that I *only* get 25 – 40 emails a day.  So, perhaps if I had more, I might use other techniques.

From Daddy’s garden…

 

Sporting a super cute,
white sweater and purple hat
knit by Aunt Jackie,
Scooter and I ran errands in style.

 

We went on a field trip, about 0.3 miles from our home!

We rode a wagon to pick potatoes.

I am not making that up.

Yup, those homeschoolers know how to live it up!

 

CHEESE!

SUNNY SMILES ON A SUNNY DAY!

Um… what?

Scooter was so good.

When the tractor stopped, the farmer told us about how potatoes
are planted, harvested, and best stored. 

I was amazed, hours later, to hear my kids retell to their father. 
They were listening.

About potatoes.

Angel was so happy to have one potato.

 

She wasn’t too keen on having to fill the bag!

Skeezix was, of course, the hardest worker.

Champ, and his friend, displaying their bounty.

     

She was so proud! ♥

Scooter was so good.

She was desperate to fall asleep, and was doing so in my lap,
despite the bumpy wagon ride. 
The second I got her in her car seat, she was OUT!

      

So – four picking kids

times

8 – 10 lbs per kid.

equals

A LOT OF RED POTATOES!!!!

Daddy said to post some other photos of Scooter…

The kids thought she was praying.  ♥