The Farm Report
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    Child smuggles gerbil(s) in pocket

    Parents demand she stop at once so they can take a photo.

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  • Half a day in under one minute

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    When Tina featured this time-lapse camera, I immediately threw it on a list of things to get for Tom’s birthday. Turns out I have impeccable taste, when I walked into our kitchen a few days ago, and noticed one set up on our windowsill.

    Really, it is impossible to shop for this man.

    Anyway, little did I know it had been on since mid-afternoon. I probably wouldn’t have changed into pajamas quite so early had I known.

    I think my favorite part of the whole video is that somehow the chickens got into the house in the middle of it all. This proves, as I’ve always suspected, they live some sort of crazy secret agent life where they do unimaginable things while we’re all at work and school.

    Also, it should be noted that really our television is not on quite that much. Two of the kids were home sick that day. Really. Truly. And we should probably put away all that laundry. And it’s time to get rid of that balloon that someone hung on the fireplace.

    I can’t wait to see what else we do with this camera! I’m thinking this would be the perfect way to document the crazy of Christmas morning, don’t you?

     


  • Off to Mexico

    Off to Mexico
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    It’s been a thin year for monarchs in these parts. Today we released our last butterfly, sending it off to Mexico. This time it was one we raised at home.

    Want to know what lies ahead for this little guy? Watch the Nova special, The Incredible Journey of the Butterflies.


  • Simplifying

    Simplifying

    When we had our third child, people would ask if the addition made things much harder. My honest answer was that the baby was a challenge, but it was the laundry that was killing us.

    Now that I’ve gone back to work, I have a similar answer. I feel as though I’m getting into my groove at school, but, again, the laundry might do us in. When we get behind, the laundry accumulates in depressing piles in the kids’ bedrooms or in the mudroom. When we’re all caught up, their tiny closets are bursting at the seams.

    As I contemplated the switch to fall clothes, I hatched a plan. We would provide each child with five pairs of pants and ten tops. Pants would be neutral and tops could offer color and fun. As the kids are still at the age where they let me do the shopping (those days are numbered), I would take into account everyone’s favorite colors and styles. This should be plenty as, just like adults, kids tend to wear only a certain percentage of their wardrobe.

    I won’t even begin to go down the road of commenting on the state of the children’s fashion industry, as enough folks have done that recently. But let me just say that in order to complete this task, I had to shop at seven different stores. Mostly online. And that factored in several hand-me-downs and things that still fit from last season.

    Today, I pulled the trigger on the plan, and purged and restocked the closets. I left a few short sleeve shirts and shorts for the occasional summer-ish days that remain. But otherwise? Things in their closets are deliriously simple.

    Now if only I could look at my own closet through a similar lens…


  • A few good men

    A few good men

    If there was ever any doubt that Susie and I married amazing men, this will squelch it.

    While Susie was out running some errands in Doug’s car and I was having lunch at my mom’s for her birthday, Tom and Doug were hard at work.

    Susie and I both came home to find our cars thoroughly scrubbed, vacuumed, and detailed.

    Hallelujah!


  • You know it’s a good birthday party when…

    You know it’s a good birthday party when…

    …you’re eating cotton candy at 10:00am.

    (And very special birthday wishes to my very own mama. Hugs.)


  • Diversity festival

    Diversity festival
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    We hit up the local diversity festival. The Youngest’s favorite part was the animal area—alpacas, llamas, chinchillas, and goats.

    I think there’s a loose connection with the animals and their country of origin, but for the little people, diversity was all about the wide range of things we could pet and feed handfuls of corn.


  • Fresh from Lithuania

    Fresh from Lithuania
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    At school we leave our shoes at the door, and switch into “inside shoes.” When I realized I would be spending a lot of time in slippers, I decided I should splurge on a super-fun pair.

    I found these hand-felted slippers on Etsy, made in Lithuania, and I knew they should be mine. Today they arrived in the mail.

    They are delicious.

     


  • Portraits

    Portraits
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    It’s clearly been a while, and we’re way out practice. I won’t even tell you what happened behind the scenes to make these photos happen.


  • Parenting at extremes

    Parenting at extremes

    Remember the math genius from yesterday? Today that math genius threw a massive tantrum at the school pick-up line because I managed to forget his Nintendo DS, and he absolutely needed it to make it through Ellery’s gymnastics lesson, because, clearly, without it he would die.

    (This is where I confess I kind of forgot we had gymnastics entirely, and had to call Tom to throw gymnastics clothes into Ellery’s bag before he brought her to school.)

    Then Shep screamed, at the top of his lungs, “I hate you!” In front of the Head of School, where I now teach. In front of the parents of the preschoolers, whom I teach. It was mortifying.

    Then at gymnastics, Neko and Shep ran around like wild monkeys for an entire hour, and even when I asked them to stop playing with that big rolling thing for the fifth time, I looked over, and Neko was steamrolling Shep with that same big rolling thing.

    And after we returned home, and I was at the end of my rope, and sort of wishing someone had been just a little bit hurt with the big rolling thing, because at least then my point would have been proven, I rounded the corner and found myself face-to-face this Playmobil scene.

    And then I had to love my kids again. Like bunches and bunches.

    But they still exhaust me. And they better not touch that big rolling thing next week.