Chopper 5, Outdoor Lights, and Birthdays

The other day I asked Daisy if she wouldn't mind "getting that stuff on the floor over there."

"Where? she asked. "What stuff?"

"Just that blood and chocolate on the floor by the table," I replied. 

And so she did. 

And that's the way things go around here. (Lest anyone feel too alarmed about the blood: Anders cut his big toe on something or other while playing around outside and, apparently, failed to notice before tracking his way through the house. If it is the chocolate you are alarmed about, well, I don't know what to tell you about that.)

Anyway, a few bits of this and that:

Mike recently found his old Jeep. Chopper (or Chopper 5). This was the very Jeep he had (and loved with all of his might) in high school. The very one! It has fallen on hard times -- just like that horse in Black Beauty. BUT! It's back in his care now. And hopefully its redemption is near. Or ... near-ish.

In an effort to subdue their boredom, I sent Anders and Summer out to "take pictures of interesting things" one afternoon. Here are a few of the pictures they brought back. It makes me chuckle picturing them out there together taking turns posing so thoughtfully on that stump.

Kids reading to other kids. (Surely that's worth dealing with a little blood and chocolate!)

This handsome kid adjusting smashingly to his new mission. 

Speaking of. ... A great plus of having Abe in the states is that the kids can send him real mail so easily. They loved sending him actual letters while he was in the MTC and are loving being able to do it again. Jesse in particular enjoys it and faithfully mails him at least twice a week. One cute thing is that it has allowed him to continue his picture battles with Abe. He draws one and sends it in the mail. Then Abe draws the reply, takes a photo, and emails it to Jesse on p-days. It makes me happy. (Though I have great concerns for how that tree creature will fare. ...)

My mom over for a Sunday dinner with us before Abe left.  

Some sort of gear toy and Hans. I don't know who even took this picture. It just appeared on my phone. As many odd things do. (Including this white and black one of Jesse.)

This pizza box. (This really should be in my next Bear Lake post. The one I haven't written yet. But it's on my phone with this hodgepodge of photos, so ...) We occasionally eat at Bear Lake Pizza. They have a HUGE pizza called the Old Ephraim -- which we have never before purchased (even though those who finish it at the restaurant get their picture on the wall). But during a recent reunion, Mike's brother bought the Old Ephraim and sent the leftovers up to our cabin. That's a big pizza. 

I mentioned to Mike a few weeks ago that I thought it would be fun to have some of those outdoor lights I occasionally see people hang. Only a day or two later ... he brought me home some outdoor lights! That's just the sort of thing he does: recall small wants I mention in passing and make them so. I love so much that he does that for me. And the lights! The pictures don't do it justice. It just makes the outside seem so inviting and cozy at night! The first few nights we stayed out till late just enjoying the atmosphere. I really wonder why I have allowed myself to live for this many years without cozy, hanging, outdoor lights! They make me happy every time we turn them on. (And they also made the kids' recent outdoor movie and tent-sleeping night extra cheery.)

This sleeping (and waffle-eating) cherub. She is saying all her animal sounds, and repeating words left and right, and shouting for her siblings by name. (Well, some of them anyway. She has Daisy, Jesse and Abe down, but Goldie is just GoGo and poor Penny is only Puh.) But it's such a fun stage to be entering. One of my favorites.

And Goldie turned 16! 16! She used to weep at the thought of aging. She was only ever going to allow herself to get up to age six. No older. But somehow ... here she is. She even got herself a job at a local ice cream store. And it's good it is local because we are still woefully behind in all her driving hours, but ... with Daisy leaving for college soon, I am sure we will have the motivation we need to get them done and get another licensed driver in the house!

Mike bought fertilized eggs and stuck them under the broody hen at his parents'. It is always sad when a hen won't leave her clutch of eggs ... when they are eggs that will never hatch. After three weeks, the new eggs hatched and now there are four little chicks pecking about. And hens really are such vigilant, hovering, and good little mothers. Very fun to watch. 

And that is all for now. At least in pictures. In other, non-picture moments: Daisy just returned from a senior trip with a bunch of friends up to our cabin; Mike is putting together a "big boy bed" for Hans as we speak; Pen, Jesse and Anders are working on the script for a detective movie (they keep coming and telling me ideas for their movie that are so funny ... that I can't understand a word they say through their laughter); and our computer desk is covered with one thousand electronic parts that Jesse ... seems to be using. 

But this list could go on for pages, so for now I will sign off.