Thursday, October 27, 2011

Today, I am thanking God for the boys--Ethan and Ezra!




I often find myself thanking God for the elder children in the house. They are not as much underfoot. Nor need they be prodded much, for the most part, at making themselves useful and helpful. Sometimes, I do find myself wondering at the wisdom of having a large family, though I repent quickly, when I do.
I do remember, when I was expecting Ezra, Aunt Gail reminded me that I would find much joy in the younger children, as Grandma Ruth and Grandpa Bob did with Robby and Paul. The thought of children born, as it were, out of turn, is something that is not a taboo subject in our family. We are unashamedly prolife, as a family and we are aware of the providence of God, in His timing of precious surprise packages into our family.
This morning their waking and the path to the bus was especially blessed and a precious reminder of the days before they were here. I remembered homeschooling and reading about a precious set of boys that were provoked by eachother to dress and wash and where everything that they did was a contest of firsts. The boys were at it. Our dear border collie is constantly nipping at them not to hurt eachother. They are in constant competition with eachother. This morning, I set the timer for them to get washed and teeth brushed. Ezra {our heel-catcher} was swiftly on the ball for this contest. Ethan didn't even flinch. Unusually, the job was finished before the teens got on the bus. I remembered closing my eyes, when my heart was smitten with grief that I hadn't my baby Ben and wished for two boys to do just that and when I opened my eyes there they were. Here and in the flesh, like Pinocchio. I was rejoicing out loud at God's reminder of this precious gift that I was enjoying. Evelyn said, you mean you wanted boys like Fritz and Ernst in Swiss Family Robinson.
That led us on a journey of the Ernst that I knew. I said, I did not remember that Ernst was in Swiss family Robinson. She said, not only that they fought and fought. I said, I know. I started introducing the children to the Ernst that I knew and loved...Dr. Lang. I said, he was thin and walked like this. "Dr. Laaaaaannnnnng!" he answered the phone and the chill of the stethoscope on our bodies. What is a broken hip says Ezra? Why did he walk like that? Don't ask that question. Not 10 minutes after the story was over, he fell down the steps and then banged the front part of his hip on the corner of the furniture. I said that is your hip. Perhaps you will be a hip doctor, I said. We jested that the good Dr. couldn't let him go to school today not knowing where his hip was. LOL.
Daily mercies and protection and guidance we are grateful for.

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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

A VISIT TO PAPA





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.