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officially summertime

This week started out a bit dreary but Wednesday and Thursday were full on summer. And I realized that technically I can call the change of season whenever I want since we aren't on a school calendar yet. So as of Wednesday I decided it's summertime! That day we met with our ecfe friends for our first weekly park play date and I put sunblock on Elsie for the first time of many to come. Today I took the kids to Dairy Queen after we went to my midwife appointment for our first twist cones of the season. We spent most of the afternoon playing in the rock box and tonight we had dinner outside complete with sweet corn! (And it was good! From Aldi!)

Here's the other thing that really-truly felt like summer vacation: I devoured a book. My sister-in-law Sara recommended All the Light we Cannot See and I plowed through all 500-some pages like it was my job. Oh to be lost in a book! It is such a great feeling! And the second I finished that one, I picked up The Yearling, a book that has been on my shelf for a year or so. And now it is time.

Just a quick note on All the Light we Cannot See. I really liked it. And I will not give one single thing away here because I (fun fact) am one who does not like to read jacket covers or watch movie previews. I love to go into a story completely unaware of a single thing that is about to happen (if it has been recommended to me by a trusted source!). But before you pick this one up as a quick read, know that it is about WWII and it includes much of the horrors. But also know that the writer paints the story so vividly that 1) I had dreams about the book multiple nights and 2) I often tried to remember, "what was that great movie I just saw..." only to realize it was the book I was reading. The writing was that descriptive and the story was that captivating.

But even with that, it will be a while before I read a heavy-load-to-carry book. I needed something less intense, but just as good. Rory has been wanting me to read The Yearling and so that is my next read. Now don't you dare say one word about this book that will give a single thing away. Not a word! But do yourself a favor and go find a good book to kick off your summer. Is there anything better than reading outside in a camping chair? Add a lemonade ice-tea and you're living the dream.

backyard camping and princess camping

On Friday night Ivar and Rory decided to camp in our backyard. You might remember the last time we went backyard camping when Ivar was just one and I was very pregnant with Elsie. That is still one of my favorite family memories, especially when we brought Ivar into his crib around 10:30...

This time it was just the boys who stayed out to camp. I decided earlier in the day that anyone who was five months pregnant or two years old would stay for Smores and then go in the house for...Princess Camping! Elsie was most enthused. Princess Camping included reading her Sophia the First coloring book and going to bed. It was the best idea ever. Now I am all for camping, but when you are just footsteps from your own bed, pregnant or two years old, it just felt wise to let the boys have their own special time.

And it was special. I remember the very first time we saw this property with the realtor Rory said, "and that's where I'd put a family campsite." Friday night that dream came true and he was very, very pleased.

this week at the grovestead

It is sort of awful that on Monday I was crying about not being productive, because there certainly is enough happening around here. I'm not really doing the work, but I am keeping the ship running that allows for the stuff to get done.

Construction began this week on our barn. I'll just go right out and acknowledge that it's going to be big. First, because barns are big. And second, because you only build a barn every 150 years, and it felt wise to build it with 150 year of possibilities. Strangely, though, I think it is going to fit right in, and Rory and I could not be happier with the shape, the crew building it, and the progress being made.

Percy had four kittens! We knew this was coming when she got real fat about two weeks ago. :) We never had her fixed and were hoping for a litter. We're cat people at this house and so excited to get to hold them eventually (but not going to interrupt the mama-baby bonding happening these crucial first weeks...)

Rory planted the garden this week and re-seeded our field with pasture grass and regular grass (closer to the house). I asked for more lawn so we can play kick ball and t-ball, and he was happy to give it to me under the condition that I get to mow that section. :) Rory's goal is always to make less lawn to mow, not more!

He's been in full swing with a new round of honey bees. We purchased two nuks (workers and queen) for two of the hives and then our friend Adam gave us frames of worker bees, split from his healthy hives, enough for two more hives. Rory ordered two queen bees that came in the mail (!!!) and he has added them to the worker hives. He took pictures to explain all of this in detail and is working on a post at the grovestead. But I'm not sure I've ever seen my husband so busy in all our marriage, so I'll let you know when he posts next. :)

We're excited it's the weekend. I'm reading a page turner and am ready to rest for a few days. Happy Weekend! Have a great Memorial Day!

the sixteenth day

I didn't post this on Tuesday because I thought it was too pitiful. But I just reread it and it made me laugh. So here it is: Becca and her terrible-no-good-very-bad-Monday. 

Monday night at dinner Rory sat down and asked me very honestly, "Can you think of an equation that ranks the swath maps based on coverage area and hail size?" I looked back at him and said, "Just an hour ago I realized that today isn't actually Tuesday. It's Monday."

I think that little exchange perfectly sums up our life lately. Rory is running circles around me and is so productive and is accomplishing so much. He's overseeing this entire barn project (which is a big project...it's a big barn!) and is in his peak crazy-busy season for his weather software (storm season) often not coming to bed until after midnight when he finishes his work for the day. He has taken over the honey bee operation this spring, driving an hour to purchase two new hives and starting two other hives from the bees of a friend and mail ordering for two queens to add to the boxes. He literally picked up the queens at the post office this morning.  He has planted our garden, sprayed our apple trees, reseeded our field and never seems to stop.

It's so hard when my days would never be described as productive, and often little has been accomplished that could ever be measured. Monday I threw myself such a fine pity party. This one was a dandy. I was so sorry for myself. This pity party had a motherhood theme, the one where it feels like nothing ever gets done because everything is always undone the second it's done. Even yesterday I actually finished the laundry, every last sock folded and put away, only to have Elsie flood the bathroom (waterfall over the counter onto the floor below) so that I had to take all my newly folded towels, clean up the mess as fast as I could and then...put them in the washer to make another load of laundry. I could have cried.

I would say I can usually keep my perspective, head above water, remembering my bigger mission in this awesome and holy calling of motherhood.  I probably keep my perspective fifteen out of every sixteen days. But it's that sixteenth day that I just want to hire a maid, laundry service, chef and nanny and run for the hills. Or stop midday, give up and make chocolate chip cookies and get out a new book.
Anyway, Tuesday the sun was out and I woke up completely reset. I was excited because I was confident that it really was Tuesday that day and that I had a whole new day to try my Tuesday all over again. I took a long shower first thing, made myself some coffee and took care of some correspondence long overdue. I had a friend over during nap time. And mostly I just woke up with my right mind. I know all the right answers to this productivity dilemma: I am growing a baby in me, which is quite productive, I am raising kids, keeping a house, keeping a family fed and I know it all counts. I'm just saying that about every sixteen days I'm ready for a day off...

maddie is engaged!

You might remember one year ago when we celebrated our niece Maddie's 21st birthday. It was such a fun night and that evening she told everyone of her plans to travel to Sweden later that month and then to tour in the summer with a ministry team leading worship around the country. Little did we know then that on that tour bus she would catch the eye of the sound guy. They started dating and this year to celebrate her 22nd birthday, she got an engagement ring.
We've all known this is coming for a long time. Chase and Maddie met and I was ready for the announcement two months later. Every holiday I wondered, every time we gathered as a whole family I imagined the news being shared. The Groves family loves Chase and we have been happy for Maddie from the start. So it should have been absolutely no surprise when we got the text from Kyle, Rory's oldest brother, that Chase had popped the question.

And yet it totally surprised me. We were eating dinner and Rory read the text. I laughed so happily and we explained to the kids what it all meant. We told Elsie that Maddie was going to marry Chase and she told us flatly, "I already knew that." We laughed as we imagined Chase having cleared the whole thing with Elsie before he popped the question.

I got all slaphappy and told Rory I was going to drive to Kyle and Lisa's and crash the engagement party, that was disguised as a surprise 22nd birthday party, thrown by all of her college friends. Rory joked that I should bring morel mushrooms and frozen rhubarb (the projects I had been working all day) as my engagement gift. He said, "you can introduce yourself as the cool aunt from the country and ask where you should put the rhubarb and mushrooms." I was laughing so hard I was crying at the thought.

We explained to the kids that one day they would marry someone and Ivar said he wanted to marry daddy. Elsie said she wanted to marry mommy. And we said it had to be someone not in our family, that one day they'd meet someone special and they would join our family, just like Chase is joining Kyle and Lisa's family. And in an instant, my hysterical laughter turned into hysterical crying. Sobbing. Which made me laugh, because I was crying. Really hard. In fact, much of the time I couldn't tell if I was laughing or crying, I had crossed over into some super-emotional land of heightened hormones. I kept laughing and crying and it was so odd. Ivar asked what was the matter and I said to Rory with laughter, "I don't know what's happening right now." He said, "You don't know what is happening?!!"

And then he stood up and told us we needed to put our rain boots on and get outside. That clearly we needed to burn off some energy. I went and got the morel mushrooms from my neighbor and then we went to another neighbor's swing set to play for a while. Rory planted more of the garden between rain showers and eventually we called it a night.

Oh I don't know what all that was last night, but today when I talked to Lisa, Maddie's mom, I got the feeling I was just putting myself in her shoes, amazed at how fast all of this flies by. I cried on the phone with Lisa, and she told me that in 22 years the baby I'm carrying may very well fall in love and get married. Made me laughcry some more...

bulldozers and bobcats

We have some pretty major things happening around these parts lately. Life has not been quiet. It actually has sounded more like a bulldozer tearing down half of our pole shed, burying the foundation of the old barn-shed-thing, and laying the clay and sand pad where the new barn will be built. We were all excited to get pigs this spring but we didn't have a sufficient place to keep them. We talked about goats, but ran into the same problem. It became obvious that the next big project, before any other projects could happen, was to build the barn that would house all future projects.

It's been fun and exciting and it's been stressful and overwhelming. We've poured over the location and design and functions. And I think we're relieved we're not building a home. There are so many decisions to be made...and it's just a barn!

The kids could not be more pleased having a bulldozer and skid-steer and 7 dump trucks dumping sand working hard at their house. Parenting has been pretty easy-peasy these days. Today's entertainment came in the form of a bobcat with a post hole digger. The supplies were delivered by a huge semi truck and today construction really begins. Hooray!

garage sale season

I woke up this morning at 4:30, 5:30 and then again at 6:15 when I could finally get up. Today is our town's garage sale day with lots of churches and organizations holding huge rummage sales, as well as lots of family sales all around town. I woke up giddy as Christmas morning. I threw on my clothes, ate a bowl of cereal and took the truck to the bank to pull out some cash. I even had a birthday check to deposit, so the money I spent was covered by birthday funds...which meant I was "off the hook" for every purchase I made. Perfect for all of the unnecessary items I was about to acquire.

I called my sister at 6:45, since she has to be at her work at 7 and told her my happy morning plans. She helped me figure out my kids' shoe sizes (I never know...) and told me to send pictures of my treasures.

I told Rory I'd be home by 9. A mom without kids can hit a whole lot of garage sales in two hours.

I pulled up to the church I had heard the most rave reviews about and saw a line out front. The doors hadn't opened. Average age in the line was 60. I went and joined my people.

Twenty minutes later I left victorious with a hot dog costume, a lightening mcqueen lunch box, mini mouse ears and a winter coat that will fit Ivar in 2017.

It was 7:20 when I got back in the truck, and I had trouble finding another sale that was open so early in the morning. So I drove myself to get a sausage egg mcmuffin. I walked in and found many older men at McDonalds at 7:30 in the morning, and I happily joined them with my variety section of the newspaper, hashbrowns, oj and mcmuffin.

At 7:45 I got back into the truck and started looking for family sales. In the next hour I visited about 10 houses and found a cute swimsuit and sun hat for Elsie, a little stroller for Elsie's baby dolls, a Lightening McQueen and Mater for Ivar and some pajamas for both kids.

It was the best start to my day. I was having so much fun all by myself. I loved finding the deals, being out and about and alone in the morning and I love that we now own a hot dog costume.

here's your Jesus

Our bedtime routine includes all the usual and ends with each kid picking out a book, one or two stories from their kids Bible and finally bedtime prayers.

Here's the thing: my bedtime prayers have been really terrible. I'm so done with the day that often I say them while tucking them in, praying a litany of thank you's for all that we did that day and then closing their door and walking down the stairs.

Obviously there is no such thing as a bad prayer, but I believe in the power of prayer and always knew I wasn't using that time very well. I wasn't modeling the importance of prayer and I wasn't saying much of impact of influence over their little hearts.

I heard recently of the power of praying a blessing over each child before they go to bed. For a few weeks now I have been trying this and I love it. We finish the three books and then I get Elsie tucked in first, make the sign of the cross on her forehead and then pray with something specific I noticed in Elsie during that day, "Dear Jesus, I thank you that Elsie is such a good listener. Thank you that she listened well to her teachers at ecfe, that she got her crocs on quickly when I ask her to. Lord, I pray that she would learn to listen for your voice, listening for your lead and to do the work you call her to. I pray that you would always speak into her life and that she would have ears to hear. Amen."

Then I go to Ivar and do the same thing. The kids are usually pretty quiet for the other kid, wanting to hear what I'll say. And they lay so still. In some miraculous way, these bedtime blessings have now become a favorite part of my day. This time is now filled with meaning and is precious to everyone in our family.

Rory came down from tucking them in a few nights ago and told me that after her blessing, Elsie was singing loudly and bouncing during Ivar's blessing. So Ivar sat up and told her, "No Elsie! You already had your Jesus!"

The blessings are short, they are specific and they are special to each kid. And the kids love it.

So go give your kids their Jesus.

why I love being a mom

Elsie was supposed to be in nap time/quite play time but clearly had made it into the bathroom where she had mascara time. Impressively, she got quite a bit of mascara on her actual eye lashes. And even more impressively, she is not blind after using so much mascara so closely to her eyes!

The moment was hilarious to me. It felt like I had arrived at a quintessential moment in raising a little girl. She watches me when I put on my makeup and always asks who wears makeup. We talk about how her cousins Ruby, Mara, Sonna and Svea do not wear makeup yet. But that Josie and Maddie do because they are older. She'll ask if Grandpa Paul wears makeup or cousin Jack. And we talk about how makeup is just for girls when they are bigger. She's very interested in all of it.
I maybe should have taken less adorable pictures in this moment and scolded a little harder, because the next day she found my same mascara (I know, I know) and came down just as proud and pleased. So then we put the kibosh on using mom's makeup and mom also put her makeup on a high shelf.

These moments in motherhood are so sweet. They're such an honor. To get to explain how some things we have to wait to do until we're older. To teach and show and direct and explain. I'm really loving this part of the mama gig lately. Ivar and Elsie have these fresh eyes on the world and are full of wonder. Their enthusiasm this spring for dandelions and violets is helping me see these beautiful things with my own fresh eyes.

I have the honor to get to introduce them to the world, but at the same time, they're reintroducing me to the awe and wonders of the world that abound when you're a kiddo.

Sara has a song called I Can't Wait, and I'm just realizing she has already summed up in song what I'm trying to say in words. The chorus says, "And you'll teach me of hearts and dreams, and all the most important things, and all that I have lost along the way. And I can't wait."

Happy Mother's Day Everyone!

blooms everywhere!

This springtime is stunning. Our tulips are glorious, the apple blossoms and cherry blossoms are amazing and now the lilacs have bloomed and the whole world smells like something you could never put in a bottle.

Elsie asks us every day, "what day is it today?" We say, "Friday." And she says, "No! I want it to be Springtime!" Which I could not figure out for weeks until she was singing herself to sleep one night, her favorite song from ECFE, "Spring is Coming, Spring is Coming, Hear the Birds! Hear the Birds! They are busy looking, they are busy looking, For big fat worms. For big fat worms." The next morning I told her we could change the song to Spring is Here! Spring is Here! And I think she was satisfied. Because it really is here!

burn piles

At ECFE yesterday (the weekly parent-child preschool we go to) the kids got to finger paint with orange, yellow and red and then glue logs on top to make camp fires. After class, Ivar's teacher told me that Ivar was the most enthusiastic about the project and told his friends, "I'm going to give this to my dad! He loves burn piles! He does a burn pile like every day!"

Oh this made me laugh. We actually have only had two burn piles this week, but we also burned down the rest of the barn (we'll call that one very large burn pile), so there have been quite a few "camp fires" at the grovestead lately.
It certainly makes for some exciting days for little boys and little girls watching their dad use a chainsaw, watching trees falling over, getting tractor rides and seeing big fires (of course they are always a good distance away from all of these dangerous things!) We are clearing out a lot of undergrowth under our oak trees. A year ago we had a guy from the DNR come out here and tell us that our grove is actually an Oak Savannah and if wild fires came through every so often like historically they would have, all of the undergrowth would burn off, leaving only the oaks, as they can survive wildfires (your fun fact for the day!) 

In decades past, the people who lived here either had pigs or goats that kept the undergrowth at bay. Neighbors have told us they used to gallop their horses through our groves, they were literally that wide open. Now it has been so long since the previous owner had goats that we can hardly walk back into these groves. So we're going in there with a chain saw, a tractor and ultimately our own wild fire (Rory's burn piles) and taking back the Oak Savannah.

home education

Believe me, I know there are some mighty strong opinions out there on this topic. Rory and I are currently wading through the pros and cons of homeschooling and I know lots of people have lots of passionate ideas. Maybe I am so sensitive to it because my whole life I thought homeschooling was weird mostly because I loved my own public education experience so much.

But something has shifted in my thinking, and it's due largely to a lot of the home educated kids I now know in my own town, and their families. So Rory and I have been reading and listening and even attended a three day conference at the River Center for Christian Home Educators.

I have so much to share, but I want you to hear me on this point: whether we end up sending our kids to public school or decide to home educate, my role and responsibility is the same: to raise well adjusted kids who know what they believe and why they believe it. The whole time I was at this conference I thought it was a shame that it was only home educating parents in the workshops because these topics are so universally helpful.

For example, Rory and I attended a number of workshops: Staying connected as husband and wife while raising little kids, Successfully scheduling your day, The Preschool Years, What the Bible says about the role of the parent, Etiquette for boys, Etiquette for girls,  Learning Styles: Parents and Kids, The importance of Motherhood.

All of those are applicable to every parent under the sun. And we learned SO MUCH. The content was rich, the speakers were encouraging. We came home and radically changed how we structure our days and it has made a world of difference. Already, whether we go this route or not, we have gained and learned so, so much.

Here are my favorite take-aways:
Learning Styles:
We walked through a few different profiles, and then took a survey for each person in our family. In this inventory I came out quite Abstract Random and Ivar came out very Concrete Sequential. And as we sat there listening to the different traits I was able to recognize that every night when Ivar asks, "Mom, what's the plan tomorrow?" He not only wants to know, he needs to know. And first thing in the morning he asks for me to draw a schedule of our day. If I deviate, he struggles. I sat there and felt so convicted. I have no problem flying by the seat of my pants each day, but my son does. And I owe it to him to have a set routine that he can depend on. I definitely have to teach him flexibility within that routine, but I really felt the desire to offer consistency to his days. So we've started a schedule and in the two weeks we've used it, our days run more smoothly and much more happily. I'll write more about that another time.

The Preschool Years:
Rory and I went to this workshop and sat in the front row. The instructor has eight kids and basically gave practical tip after practical tip on how she runs her household. It was pure gold. But she told one story that stood out from the rest. She told of a day she brought six of her kids to Target and how it didn't go well at all. When her husband got home from work she explained the failed and embarrassing outing. After dinner the dad sat the whole family down and talked about what was expected while shopping in stores as a family. They had explicit do's and don'ts and after talking it through, they loaded the whole family back up and went back to Target simply to practice how to behave. Rory leaned over and said, "we are so reactionary." And it's true. We are in a season of saying no, no, no, to our kids all day long. And we realized how much we have failed in actually instructing our kids of our expectations before we have to react to the negative behavior. Oh this has changed everything in how I now view my role!

Etiquette for Girls:
I got so much out of this session. And most of it had to do with how we are groomed to be courteous and polite as girls, but that there are times when we can allow things to feel awkward by refusing a hug when we don't want to hug someone etc... To raise a girl to become a lady has a lot to do with teaching her what to expect out of a gentleman. And then how to not feel obligated to behave kindly if a man is not acting as a gentleman.

Etiquette for Boys:
This was a lot of practical door opening examples and how to raise a boy to have a servants heart. But so much of it had to do with when they are young and setting an example between brother and sister, husband and wife. The teacher was from Tennessee and told of how all of her boys, from a very young age, stood by their chairs until she had sat down at the dinner table. I giggled a bit at this since at this point we're trying to get our kids to stay in their chairs, so we'll work on that later. But I did love the basic respect and responsibility that is passed along when you purposefully teach your kids good manners. The instructors blog can be found here, and it is really fun to read.

Successful Scheduling:
This teacher spoke of the importance of having something to anticipate each day, as well as the importance of having enough heads up to know something unpleasant is coming up. She talked about how when we as adults know we have something coming up that we don't want to do, we really do psych ourselves up to get through it. Which means a kid has to have enough heads up to know to prepare themselves for the unpleasant thing. I thought of Ivar again and how he struggles with knowing how long an hour is. If I tell him we'll leave in ten minutes, it really doesn't mean much to him. So at the vendor fair I purchased a 60 minute timer that when you set it the whole clock turns red, and then as the minutes tick by, the red becomes smaller and smaller around the clock. It's portable and we use it mostly for clean up times, quiet play times, and "we need to leave in..." times. It's a concrete way he can feel a bit more in control of the clock. It also holds me accountable!

I guess I just wanted to pass all of this along because it was so, so helpful for me. I have more to report on practical ways we are changing the way we do things around here, but I'll save those for another (shorter) post. Until then, know that I am so inspired and encouraged in my role as the mama. It's the best feeling in the world.

baby bump

Well this is the week the rest of the world realized I was pregnant. My whole body shifted...enough so that when I walked into our Thursday night small group (a group of people I see weekly) everyone stopped and commented that my belly popped out. And then at church on Sunday lots of women came up and said they didn't know before, but they knew now. And, as a friend pointed out, I'm wearing maternity clothes now, which is also giving me away.

This week I popped. And lots has been shifting in my body to make way for the growing belly.  I have a hip that's chronically "asleep" and driving me bananas, enough that I've been to the chiro a few times and now have renewed my Y membership so I can join water aerobics. It's time to get my body ready for another 20 weeks of carrying this baby. (Better late than never!)

I'm feeling fine on the whole, energy is back up from first trimester, though I still have many moments when I tucker out quickly and have to stop to think where my stamina went. I was cleaning out the garage this weekend and realized that I just move slower to get the same amount of things done. One day while trying to prepare the area for our barn to be taken down I thought to myself, "who usually helps me with these sorts of projects?" And then I remembered...oh, the not-pregnant me.

It's fun to to be visible now, it's a miracle to feel kicks on the inside. It's a wonder that even at the times I have forgotten I am pregnant, there is still a little life growing stronger and stronger inside of me. Tomorrow marks 20 weeks, and I'm proud of that. Half-way there, and feeling grateful.

a one-daycation

At some point last week I saw a forecast that had Saturday's high hitting somewhere close to 80. Eighty. Summertime weather. So I dreamed up a plan to head to Lake City for the day with the family. I told Rory about my idea with plenty of heads up time.

Which is actually probably worth writing about. I have figured out one major difference between how Rory and I operate. I love spontaneity and surprises. But Rory's definition of spontaneity involves days of foreknowledge to get himself prepared for the spontaneous event. Now, this could totally bother me and I might see us as incompatible. But this trip to Lake City was such a huge victory for me because I worked within both of our personalities: I planned a lot further out for Rory's sake and he enthusiastically participated in a day trip that involved as much driving as actual time at the destination for my sake. And it was great. We brought good music, I packed an awesome picnic, we got to sit by a huge body of water that I adore and we ended the day with ice cream cones. We were home by two, in time for the whole family to take a nap before hitting the list of things Rory wanted to do with his Saturday: mowing, cleaning the garage, prepping another burn pile... 

It was an awesome day, and mostly because we were so aware of what the other needed and wanted and saw to it that it all happened. 
I love Lake Superior, but it is a haul up there from where we live. Lake City is my second favorite, because it's doable in a day. And with the water, the tourist feel, the antique shops and ice cream cones it somehow feels like a mini-vacation all wrapped up in half a day.

a hope note

On Wednesday Ivar woke up and told me that he was going to make a hope note for Vernon. I asked him what a hope note was and he told me, "it's a card with a picture that tells Vernon I hope he comes back." I loved the simplicity of this idea. I loved how sweet he was when he said it. I love that we hadn't talked about Vernon in weeks, but that he woke up thinking about our well-loved cat.
We got Vernon when he was just a kitten. You who have read here for a while know him well, as he's been well documented. He had the personality of a dog. Super faithful, always nearby. If we went anywhere on the farm, he followed. There were even a few times I'd drive to the end of our lane and notice a shadow moving on the top of our car, to realize Velma and Vernon were perched on top, ready to go to town with us. Our family photo session was photo bombed frequently by Vernon. I think in the end we actually had to lock him in the garage so we could get some pictures without the cat and super distracted kids.
Vernon has been missing for a few months now. I suppose that's the life of a farm cat, but it's also a surprise because we had him for two whole years, which is a long time in farm cat years. He has disappeared for weeks at a time before, but this is by far the longest stretch. And we miss him.

I suppose this is my own hope note, hoping he comes home.

elsie at 2 1/2

Elsie runs everywhere. Everywhere. She never walks, she jogs. Even if it's from her place at the kitchen table over to the silverware drawer to get a new spoon, she jogs. If we're outside and she suddenly wants to be somewhere else, she runs, pumping her arms, kicking her feet up to her bottom. It really is something to watch.

As a result, she is also the most likely to get hurt in a day. She takes some nasty spills. It's become so common that our responses are quite tempered. Last week she was on our tile taking off her winter coat and slipped on a table runner that had been used as a farm field earlier in the day. Her arms were caught in the coat and she fell forward onto her face, splitting her lip, hitting her front teeth (for the umpteenth time in her short life). We might have reacted in a more dramatic way if it wasn't so downright crazy that she fell on her face again.

Elsie wakes up in a splendid mood and is proving that she does not need nearly as much sleep as her brother. She has begun skipping her naps and instead plays quietly in her room during quiet playtime. In the mornings she will come jogging into our room sometime between 7:04 and 7:07 to tell me, "I went poopie and peepee in the potty, so now can I have a marshmallow? Mama, can I have a marshmallow? Can we go down and have a marshmallow? Mom, can you get up and get me a marshmallow? Can you sit up and come get me a marshmallow?"

It's funny because we hardly used the marshmallow at all during her actual potty training. But now she's figured out the connection and likes to play it up as much as possible.

She is quite the mess. We just started having her wear a bib again, which was a brilliant idea (that only took us a year and a half to figure out...) She is the first to find mud, dirt or food. Tonight she pulled Rory's tall glass of coca-cola off of the counter to see what was in it, right onto herself and the whole kitchen floor. We go through a disproportionate amount of hand towels and kitchen towels in this house for only having four members. But Elsie actually accounts for about seven of them a day.

She and Ivar are the best of friends. It's really a joy to watch. I heard them playing house out in the garage yesterday and they were playing so hard. At night I hear them singing songs back and forth to each other, babbling about the day, telling each other the plan for the next day. It'll melt a mom's heart.

She has started telling us about the baby in her belly. She'll let us know, "my baby loves chicken!"

She's got some strong opinions and she is happy to share them. She keeps us on our toes, trying to train her to be polite while maintaining her fun and wild spirit. I told Rory recently, "Elsie's hair matches her personality perfectly." And it's so true. Fired up and wild, we just love her and her crazy hair to pieces.