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:}