Monday, October 5, 2009

The dust has cleared from the Rafting incident.

Now we are back to the usual bickering and snickering in the house. They really do all get along, except, when they don't get along.
I love the rides to church these days. A full van of likeminded people; children and grownups. Banter about everything, from what somebody had on, to who is dating who and what cute new person is here. Occasionally, there is a squeal from the boys in the back who decide that it is time to pick on oneanother. It is all so fun. The time is limited for this kind of enjoyment, I know. I was the little one in the backseat, it seems like just yesterday, now I am the mommy.
The new generation gap is eco friendly. Mother this is not good for the economy and that is not good for the ecology. "Stick it in your ear!" I want to say. I don't. I let them teach me stuff. But, I refuse to spend more money for organic anything. Nothing organic, I say! I will not do it! We can just wash the pesticides off of the stuff and enjoy them in the fear of God.
Elyse and I enjoyed a coffee break at Starbucks on Saturday and we laugh like little girls at just about everything together. Emily missed it, that day. If Enoch hears me laughing too hard he reproves everyone for suffocating his mother. So, we have to tell our jokes outside of his hearing.
His new "voice" cracks me up, sounding like Tonyboy! He does this Scottish accent like his favorite movie(Wallace and Gromit) and I nearly keel over. He hates to see me laugh that hard. So he rarely does it now that he's "grown". How they can laugh at being cramped in the car, I only know by experience. I would spend anything to look down at Abby's eyes in the backseat, like we used to do going under the trestle. I love that they are creating and producing the kind of family love that will carry them through life.
Evvy's new joke is...okay, I forget now. She is hilarious and simply spontanious. She has the funniest way of getting out of doing dishes. It really is not funny.:)
We let her get away with it sometimes. Just because!
Ezra is a whip! 6 years old and writing circles around everybody. He doesn't sing the hymns in church anymore, now that he can read. He thinks that the words are there to read them. So, everybody else is singing and he is reading the words. I don't know if he can't figure out how to read and sing at the same time or what. He is probably being naughty about it, but we usually have to hold ourselves from laughing and can't tell him to stop it.
Ethan just got a picture back from Sundayschool and he looks like everyother Walker boy I have ever seen. Mom would say "that Rev Walker sure has some strong genes." The boys are going to look like triplets when they all get grown judging by this picture. I really didn't realize that they all looked so much alike:}

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Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme


Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Remember me to the one who lived there,

He once was a true love of mine,

Tell him to buy me an acre of land,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.

Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,

After your done 50 pushups

and jog down the West Side Highway,

Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)

He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.