12 years

I have been trying to write a post about my mother for months, because she's been on my mind, but I just couldn't. Because there is so much I want to say, but I don't know how to say it.

I miss her. But that statement is so inadequate, I hate to even put it down. The truth is, I have begun to forget. Not her- I think of her quite often. But I have all but forgotten, or at least I have a hard time imagining, what it was like when she was here. In the early years, I could imagine what it would have been like to have her at my wedding, to have her at the birth of my kids, how much she wouldn't have liked us moving to Idaho but would have loved the mountains there.

But it is fading. And I hate it. A lot of my memories of her are snippets of our last interactions. Joe and I had gotten engaged the night before she went in for surgery, the night before they discovered the cancer had spread and she was dying.

I think of Joe asking my parents for their blessing after the anesthesia had worn off and we had gone to her hospital room.

Once she was at home and receiving hospice care, playing her music that we wanted to have at our wedding. I remember her closing her eyes to listen to All the Heavens and Canon in D.

Talking to her about how she wanted to make it for our wedding in June. She acknowledged that it would be a "long, cold winter" before June.  It was a long, cold winter, though I had to do it without her.

She had wanted to see me in the wedding dress I had chosen. It was in Olathe though, and she wasn't strong enough for the trip up there so I bought it and they mailed it to me. It arrived on a Friday. She was falling asleep when I went to try it on and she woke up briefly enough to appreciate it. I remember her hands as she touched the fabric.

She didn't wake up much after that. She died on a Tuesday night.

Standing on the back porch shortly after she died, hugging Joe, looking at the sky, wondering where she was.

Going to bed that night, after they had taken her body away, sleeping with my sisters and Joe on the floor. Feeling so empty. Poured out. Wondering how it would ever be okay, let alone good again, without her there.

Those early months of grief hurt so bad. And I thought that the can-hardly-breathe moments would never end. But they did.

I suppose this fading, this moving into acceptance is preferable. But I feel like I left something when I was able to move on. The can-hardly-breathe grief seemed more appropriate. But who can live like forever?

Over the last year, several people- people from Church who knew her, my aunts, my friends who knew her- have told me that I look like her. I like that I look like her. I look in the mirror and see a bit of her. I look at my hands and think about her's. I used to look at her hands in Church on Sunday. Sometimes my children look at my hands in Church. It's a circle, I suppose.

I can only hope that I can be as kind and loving of a person as she was as well.

Journal: August heat wave

Out my window: 76 at 9 in the morning.  After several weeks of very mild temperatures, it is hot again. Supposed to get into the 90s or mid-90s most days this week. Bleh.  Make up your mind, Summer, you can't have it both ways.

Clothing myself in: Black and grey tank tops, black capris. Mismatched ankle socks.

Around the house: Oh my. Well, we have been discussing the room situations since school was going to start soon. Prior to this, Issy and Adelle shared a room, Liam and Isaac shared a room and George had his own room. All on the main floor.  It was fine, except that they would tend to keep each other awake talking after bedtime. If we separated them (especially the boys) everyone would fall asleep much faster.

We also thought it would be good if Issy could stay up a little later reading in her room some evenings without keeping Adelle up. So we decided to rearrange things completely. We didn't want Issy to be alone in the basement, so we moved her into the playroom and Isaac into the guest bedroom.  We actually painted Issy's bedroom this weekend. Sky blue. It is really lovely.

So on the main level, we have Adelle in the boy's old room, which we painted pink for her.  She is thrilled about it. At least the idea of it ;)  Tonight will be her first night, so we will see how that goes. We let her and Issy stay in Issy's room last night. It was cute, as I was tucking the girls in, Issy said, "I am glad my first night in my new room I can share will Delle." We are moving Liam to the girl's old room because it is big enough for two. Eventually, George will share with him.  We will decorate the boy's rooms in a few weeks. We told them they can have sleepovers in the basement on Saturday nights since they like sharing rooms so much.

So yes, it was a big weekend around here.

The toddler: Mostly great. Articulate and fun. Unfortunately, however, his biting has gotten worse. Yes, I have *that* kid. It is super duper frustrating. Any mamas of biters here? Suggestions? Commiseration?

The kiddos: Lots of adjustment with the new sleeping arrangements.  I have anticipated Adelle having a hard time with it, but I had underestimated how much it would effect Liam.  Growing pains sometimes. But I think everyone will rest better this way. And they will still have sibling time on the weekends.

School starts in 8 days. Whoa.

In the kitchen: Tuna burgers, roasted chicken, chicken salad sandwiches, bean and cheese burritos.

Crafting: I seamed one side of the baby sweater. It was painstaking work. It prompted me to rewrite the pattern so you knit it from the top down, reserve some sleeve stitches and knit the front panels and the back in one piece. I am testing my rewrite currently and it is going well, as far as I can tell.

Bringing me joy: Posh pink and sky blue rooms for my girlies. How much my children really love each other and enjoy their sibling's company, the way George whispers I love you after I tuck him in and pretends to snore when I walk out of the room, working in the woods with my family.

Thinking about: How much life is going to change next week. I am nervous about just having Adelle and George around together. The dynamic between them can be really tricky. It might make things better (or perhaps worse?) to have the two of them together all day. It will be weird not to have an older child helper.

Pictures to share:

Journal: Joe's back!

Out my window: 64 and cloudy. Damp.  I can hear the sounds of the football coach yelling beyond my woods. Must almost be fall.

Clothing myself in: Jeans that I fit into again.  Woodstock T-shirt that I got in the men's section at JCPenney a long time ago. It is super soft and comfortable. I got bleach flecks on it while cleaning sometime though :(

Around the house: Joe got home from a 5 day business trip on Saturday at 4:30 a.m. and he was pretty beat, so we had a pretty chilled out, low-productivity weekend. We ate good food.  I organized my yarn. We watched movies.  It was good.

The toddler: He was in the dining room and I was in the reading nook and he heard me sneeze the other day and he said, "Bless you, Mama." He has been sleeping later again but not napping well. Back and forth, push and pull with him.  A step in the right direction for the most part though.

The kiddos: Pretty great.  They get along well most of the time, they are sweet, they are funny, they are kind, they are cute.  I couldn't really ask for better kids.

In the kitchen: Soups!  We had cauliflower and bacon soup last night (and I made blueberry cobbler). On the menu: Pork and sweet potato soup, chicken curry soup, chili, and Italian sausage soup. (And thank you, Oxford comma. I had originally written it without the comma after chili and no, we aren't have something called "chili and Italian sausage soup". Although that doesn't sound terrible.)

Crafting: I finished knitting the baby sweater to sell, but for some reason, the seaming was giving me fits when I tried to do it last night, so I decided to come back to it later. As mentioned above, I organized my yarn yesterday and revived some abandoned projects, so that is fun.

Bringing me joy: Joe's return. Seriously, having him return home after being gone for a while is always like magic.  He has traveled quite a bit (and just worked crazy long hours)  over the last few years for his jobs, so I am okay when he is gone. I mean, I miss him, but I can run our household fairly well alone. But it really is just so much better when he is here.

Thinking about: God's will for our family.

Pictures to share:

 Getting to play outside after dinner has been pretty awesome. The kids and dogs think so.

 Eating an apple one morning while we hung out on the loveseat together.

Coming out after bedtime one evening and she was so hungry and could she please, please, please have just one tortilla chip?

Journal: Fall in August?

Out my window: 59 and cool.  It isn't currently raining, but did earlier this morning. It has been pretty lovely weather lately, though still weirdly fallish.

Clothing myself in: Black shirt, grey hoody. Pink exercise pants.

Around the house: Since my last post, I finished organizing the storage room and cleaned the guest bedroom, which is good because my niece and three of her friends are staying here right now.  The boys are staying in the basement and the girls are staying in my girl's room, which I also super cleaned this weekend.  I I super cleaned the boy's room last week, although I did get to dresser or their shelves yet.  Hopefully this upcoming weekend once our guests leave.

The toddler: Well, he had a couple of weeks of sleeping past six (or at least staying quiet until then) and better poop, though I didn't want to mention it on my blog for fear of jinxing it (eyeroll at myself). That is over now.  It was nice while it lasted.

He talks so much! I mean, he has always talked well, but he is getting more and more articulate.  I was actually saying thank you to Joe for helping me find my phone, but George overheard and he said, "No problem, Mom. No problem, Mom."  He uses the term, "No fair" correctly (thanks, older kids) and when it is time to nurse, he asks for "boo and snunnel" which just slays me with cuteness.  He loves playing outside and is even getting along better with Adelle, thank goodness.
  
The kiddos: We are in the last leg of summer vacation- school starts in a month.  It is going to be very strange to have just my two littles here all day.  We still need to do all of our school shopping and all that fun stuff.

In the kitchen: Oh, some chili is the only thing I can think of off the top of my head. Those blueberries went fast- I think we ate most of them in plain or with yogurt. I did make a blueberry cobbler, which was yum.  With this cooler weather, Joe and I were discussing some of our fall soups yesterday.

Crafting: Finished the pink and brown sweater- whew! Working on a baby sweater to sell.

Bringing me joy: Chatting with my niece Sophia and her friends, cool fall-like weather, even if it isn't fall (if it could be fall all year round I wouldn't mind), the peace and quiet I get from my kids for hours after we go to the library, finally being able to be outside more consistently, my sweet puppy (when he isn't exasperating me), when people tell me that I look like my mother, and anticipation of our upcoming visit from Mom Marney.

Thinking about: Disillusionment.  I won't lie, it has been a tough summer.  Mosquitoes, poison ivy, Isaac getting Kawasaki, mosquitoes, not being able to go in the woods, Clementine getting Lyme disease, a few house issues, mosquitoes. And did I mention mosquitoes? For as wonderful as our first year here was, it has been a rough start to this one.  I am not sure what to make of it. A sign to toughen up? A sign that there are other things out there for us? As unpleasant as it has been, I am still sure that this is where we are supposed to be right now, and I suppose that is all that matters. As always, only time and an openness to God's will for us will tell what happens next.

Meatball Subs

Oooo, a recipe. And it isn't even really mine, is is actually Mary's. I note where I changed things but you are welcome to follow it as is as well. Enjoy!

Meatball Subs:

Ingredients
1 lb beef
3/4 c bread crumbs (I used cracker crumbs because I think it is a lot easier to smash up Ritz.  Your mileage may vary)
2 tbsp dried Italian Seasoning
2 cloves minced garlic
2 tbsp grated Parmesan cheese
1 egg, beaten

1 French baguette (I used sub bread. I really like the crusty French bread the time I did use it, but I found the soft sub bread to be easier for the kids)
1 tbsp olive oil
1/2 garlic powder
1 pinch salt or to taste
1 jar spaghetti sauce
4 slices provolone cheese (I used shredded mozzarella because I didn't have provolone)

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

In a bowl, mix your beef, cracker crumbs, Italian seasoning, garlic, Parmesan and egg. Shape into 12 meatballs and place in baking dish.  The original recipe says to bake for 15 to 20, but I found it takes more like 30.  But I also usually double it so... you know. Bake it until it is done, ok?

If you are using the baguette, cut it in half and remove some of the break from the inside to make a well for the meatballs.  Whatever bread you are using, brush with olive oil and season with garlic powder and salt.  Slip the bread into the oven during the last 5 minutes of the meatball's time or until lightly toasted.

While the bread toasts, warm the spaghetti sauce in a saucepan over medium heat. When the meatballs are done, use a slotted spoon to transfer them to the cause.  Spoon onto the break and top with slices of provolone cheese (or shredded mozzarella). Return to the oven for 2 to 3 minutes to melt the cheese.  Cool slightly, cut into servings and enjoy!

A Day at the Marney's: July Edition

 I actually took this picture after I had gotten back from putting the puppy on the front porch to potty.  And the clock is seven minutes fast.  I tried to fall back asleep but it took a long time.  And yes, the clock is sitting on a comforter that my sisters used a month ago and I have not yet put back in the linen closest even though it is about 12? feet from this. Yes, sometimes I am ridiculous.

 Joe took care of George and I fell back asleep until about 7:15.  We then had our coffee and 5 minutes of quiet time in the morning.  Well, kind of quiet- George was watching Barney and Critter was yelping to be fed.  But considering I used to just roll out of bed when he left, our five minutes of coffee time is a definite improvement.

 I got ready for the day. I put on mismatched socks on purpose. When I wear a hole in one I usually get rid of it but I don't like to waste the other one so I pair it with one that is similar colors.  Sometimes.  Sometimes I just throw it on with something that doesn't match at all.  I walk on the wild side.

 Loaded up the five and went out on an outing.

 Why is it 65* in July at mid-morning? Weirdness.

 We went blueberry picking with some friends.  Even though I had bought a lot of blueberries at the store the day before.  BUT THEY WERE A GOOD DEAL!  And the experience of blueberry picking and connecting with the Earth and where our food comes from and all those life lessons... So now I need to find a bunch of recipes using blueberries.

 Pretty, aren't they?

 I made lunch and got ready to the dishes from the night before.  But then I realized, "Hey! I have five kids!" and I let Isaac do them instead.

 I laid down for a little bit (see first picture) and then I read a little bit on the back deck.  I had started this book in the Spring, really liked it and then, for whatever reason, put it down.  I picked it back up and I am glad I did.

 The biggers played outside for a while and the littles slept.

Then it was time for Math. Oh, the dreaded Summer Math.  It has caused much angst.

 The rest of us made muffins.  Not blueberry muffins, even though that would have been a good idea.  I had super ripe bananas so I made banana chocolate chip. Yummo. Maybe we will make blueberry today.

 I even swept the floor because it was dis.gus.ting.  Blech. Mopped, too.  Later, the puppy got his water on his paws and got little paw prints on the floor and I was reminded why I don't bother to mop as often as I should.

 I made dinner, which included making homemade cream of mushroom soup because it is far superior to the canned stuff.  But dude, cornstarch is annoyingly messy.  Or I am inept in the kitchen, one of the two.

 Her bike that we got her for her birthday a month ago had a flat tire, so Daddy fixed it for her.

 While he was doing that, I took the rest of them outside, where they raced.

 This race was slow motion running. I liked that one a lot.

 The dogs romped.

 And her bike was finally fixed.  She rode up up and down the driveway once before it got all mosquitoey and we went inside.  The kids showered.

 Aw, Isaac is all fresh.

 Hair brushing.

 Then they all pretended to be dogs chasing their tails.  

Ahhhhh, bedtime.

 Joe and I continued our Twilight-athon. Which he claims he only agreed to because he can't say no to any "-athon" but we all know better.

 My knitting stuff was a mess from not putting thing back properly in the middle of a project, so I organized it all. 

All organized.  Then I knit the stupid "Perseverance Sweater" that I have been knitting on and off for almost a year.  That sucker is gonna get done, yes, it will.

And then we went bed.  And that was another "Day in the Life of the Marney Family".

Journal: Girl (and George) Staycation

Out my window: 71 and dark.  When I pottied Critter 45 minutes ago, all of the mosquitoes had come out. Oooooh my.

Clothing myself in: White lace tank top under a black tank top.  Blue jeans.  Apparently I should do the journal posts in the evening more often because that is a lot nicer sounding than my jammies that I usually post.

Around the house: I need to recover the house from our staycation.  Joe and the big boys get home tomorrow evening and the house could really use some love before then.

The toddler: He is beautiful/ exasperating. Inquistive/ infuriating. Sweet/ aggressive.  He can go from the sweetest of sweetness with his hugging and patting and singing Itsy Bitsy Spider in his adorable toddler voice to grabbing a chunk of your arm and drawing blood in the blink of an eye.  I worry about him, to be honest.  Is this on  the spectrum of normal toddler behavior? I try to respond with gentle calmness, in hopes that he will mirror gentle calmness, but I sometimes fail.  Often, even.  Then I have the Mother Guilt™ because I know I am screwing him up irrevocably pretty much no matter what I do.

The kiddos: I miss my boys and can't wait to see them tomorrow evening.  It has been nice to have more concentrated girl time without having to be concerned about finding an additional activity to do with the boys. Issy, Delle, George and I have gone to the library, the playground twice, the lake twice, got ice cream at a local place, biked into town and back, painted nails, and watched girlie movies.  Isabelle is so fun to converse with and well, Delle has the cuteness factor.  When I take her and George on neutral ground, like the park and the beach, there is significantly less conflict.  Overall, it has been a good few days.

In the kitchen: Chicken tacos, jambalaya, taco soup, fish tacos.  Oh, and the meatball subs last week were a hit and will definitely make our regular rotation again.

Crafting: I think I am having the knitter's version of writer's block.  I want to... I just can't. It is frustrating.

Bringing me joy: Sunshine and lake breeze, standing in my yard at 8 in the morning in a dress and not getting bit by a single mosquito, talking to Isabelle, snuggling my little Delzy, George asking to "spounce" in the water and having him say as we are driving away from the lake, "Fun in the water".

Thinking about: Restlessness.  Whether it is something to be worked through and conquered or if it is an indication of something more.  Only time and prayer will tell.

Pictures to share:

 Daughters laying on my lap. I think we were watching High School Musical.

 She wanted me to take a picture (on my phone since that is what I use these days) of her taking a pretend picture with her play phone.

 Manis and pedis for the girls.

 While I was showering with George, Issy laid out shirts for George and me.  Her and Adelle were wearing blue so she laid out blue shirts for us with this note.

Normally, I find lakes yucky, but this one is pretty nice.

Journal: Mid-summer

Out my window: 78 and overcast. Blah. Without the sun, the mosquitoes are all swarmy this morning :P

Clothing myself in: Grey tank top, black yoga pants

Around the house: We (well, mostly Joe) made a big push and did a lot of work on the basement over the holiday weekend.  Mudding, sanding, painting.  It is now mostly painted.  There were a few parts of the wall that needed touched up that still need painted and some corner transition pieces we still need to get/ paint but it is really coming together.  Pretty exciting.

We also took down megabed.  We are having houseguests at the end of the month, beginning of August, so I need to continue to reign in the guest and storage rooms.  I worked on it some on the fourth of July and was able to finish organizing most of Delle's, George's and Issy's stuff.  So. many. clothes.

The toddler:  Still bad poops- I do think it is connected to teething, at least right now.  More comprehension, even a little more compliance.  He is very sweet when he is in the mood.

The kiddos:  Working on Math with Issy.  The boys are leaving Wednesday and we are trying to decide what we are going to do with our time while they are gone- Spa Night, Movie Night.  Probably try to go swimming, probably to the library.  I am really gonna miss my guys, but maybe life will be a little easier with just three?

In the kitchen: Joe made his turkey burgers and I made Sarah's black bean quinoa salad last night for dinner.  Meatball subs and salad tonight. I have lots of things that can be scaled down for me and the girls (George, too)- pork chops and baked beans, tuna burgers, stroganoff with homemade cream of mushroom.
Crafting: Reading The Knitter's Book of Yarn for inspiration.  Good, nerdy read :)

Bringing me joy: Seeing our basement take shape, long weekends, long naps, Delle snuggles, chatting with George.

I wrote the rest on Monday.  Finished on Tuesday:

Thinking about: The mountains. I long for mountains the way my soul longs for heaven.

Picture to share: Helping paint the basement.  Well, kinda help.

Journal:Sister visit

Out my window: 66 and sunny, which makes me very happy.  It has been rainy, rainy, rainy and when it isn't raining the mosquitoes have been horrible.  Locals have told me and Joe that every so often there is a really terrible year and that this is one of them :P  Since it is supposed to be dry for a few days, Joe sprayed the yard yesterday and, at least immediately, it helped immensely.  Hopefully it will provide longterm mosquito control as well, because it has been pretty miserable.

Clothing myself in: Cloud jammie pants, white tank top.

Around the house: Need to complete my clean up of the basement storage room and set things back the way they were before my sisters came.

The toddler: We are at a bad point in the BM cycle and his bottom looks bad :(  I think he is teething, too, cause he is drooling, chomping on his fingers and his nose is runny.  He talks all the time now.  Working on being soft with Adelle and Critter.  He is doing better with Critter.

The kiddos: Need to get back on the math with Issy now that cousins are gone.  The older two boys and Joe are going camping together next week, so I suppose I will need to start making plans for that.  That will be exciting for them.  Isaac is doing really well.  He seems to be less fatigued, his mouth is finally healing.  His echocardiogram was good last week.  His labs were good- liver enzymes and platelets have returned to normal.  He has one more echo in a month and as long as that looks good, too, we will take him off the aspirin.

In the kitchen: Need to go through the cabinets and do some assessments so we can use up some of what we have.  After I go to the store, I have hoping to pick up the things for Sarah's black bean and quinoa salad because it is yum.

Crafting: Need to get back to it.  Maybe I will try to look at some beautiful, inspirational things online today. Or organize my yarn?  That would help.

Bringing me joy: Laughing with my sisters and really, just spending time with them.  Seeing my kids have fun with their cousins.  Days at the lake, sunshine, mosquito free breeze.  Getting to spend time with Joe after a business trip.

Thinking about: Our home here. I will admit, the mosquitoes being bad this year have led to a bit of disillusionment about our home.  We have this beautiful land and, in practicality, it is completely inaccessible unless we would like to be covered in itchy, red welts. Which makes me feel frustrated, cranky and just kind of depressed.  I don't know what the solution is.  Stick it out? Give up? I really do love the community and not every year is like this.... I don't know the answer.  We are open to wherever God wants us to be: here or elsewhere.

Pictures to share:

 Bubble beard boys.  The rest are from me and my sisters' trip to Sheboygan to see Lake Michigan.

 Pretty Michelle and Zane

 The water was super-clear.  And very cold.

 George and Richard digging in the sand.

The beach was very beautiful

A day at the Marneys. With photos.

Yesterday started at 5:48 when George woke up.  Joe went to "play" with George (which, at least on my mornings, consists of trying to doze off in the recliner in George's room while he plays. George is rarely accommodating. and if he is, you better protect your face because you never know when he might bop you with a toy to get your attention).  Blessedly, the puppy didn't whimper to potty, so I fell back asleep for a while until he did.

 I think about 6:15, I got up, pottied the puppy and he stood by me while I made coffee. Mmmmmmm, coffee.

 Joe left for work and I drank my coffee, the kids watched a little morning TV.  And Adelle did this with my sweatshirt, which I found amusing.

 As I sipped my coffee, I admired what a beautiful morning it looked like outside.  But no, don't let it fool you.  It may look beautiful, but if I had stepped outside, a thousand winged bloodsuckers would have descended upon me to feast on my flesh. Fun times.

I then took a shower.  Since I am obviously not going to take a picture of that, I took the opportunity to finally take a picture of our vanity mirror and light fixture that we bought and installed this Spring.  Isn't it pretty?

 I then walked into George's room to get him some clothes out for the day and had guilt about the fact that there is still a suitcase in his room from last week.  Instead of actually doing anything about it, I grabbed some clean clothes out of it. I left Ewok to sniff it in disapproval of my procrastination.

 But I did do a load of towels, so I wasn't entirely unproductive.

 After going outside myself to test the mosquito situation, I deemed it somewhat safe as long as we put on bugspray.  There were footraces up and down the driveway.

 And bike races.

 And we discovered a caterpillar and observed it.  And tried not to squish it. Well, some of us tried not to squish it.

 Issy is doing some math this summer so we came inside and she worked on it while I prepared lunch.  One of the story problems was frustratingly difficult.  I instant messaged Joe and asked him if he would help Issy with her math this summer.  That is why when I homeschooled, our math curriculum came with an instructional DVD on how to teach it :P

Then it was naptime. Which is supposed to be a sweet respite in my day.  No, not this day. I tried to lay down but the puppy was being a bit of a turd and whimpering- he wanted to hang out with me, which is sweet and all, but no, I didn't want to play.  I was feeling slightly irrational anyways and I may have yelled. Or not.  I like to be evasive about my bad behavior.  About when the puppy finally chilled out, George woke up.  I felt like this:

 Sigh. Everyone was up and we had to get Isaac's medicine from the drugstore 10 miles away.  But I had forgotten to get the money from Joe, so first we had to drive to his work, in the other direction, to get some cash.

 I let the puppy ride in the car because I felt guilty about yelling (or not yelling) earlier.  I pet him and apologized and he forgave me for any indiscretions I may (or may not) have committed.  I promised to do better next time.

 When I was at the drugstore, I picked up two little pieces of chocolate because they were 2 for 99 cents and even though I worked in retail and I know how add-ons work, I folded to the well placed chocolate. It was delicious.  And I felt better about making up with the puppy. So by the time we got home I felt like this:

 The kids wanted to play in the sprinkler so I stood outside for a few minutes to test the mosquitoes.  Seemed okay so I let them put on swimsuits and get sprinkled.

George abstained from the sprinkler. He rode his trike instead. Clementine kept an eye on him.

 After 30 minutes of playing, all the mosquitoes in Necedah came out.  I got bit. Through my shirt.  And not just through my shirt, but through the mesh of the chair I was sitting on. Um, yeah. 

 The dogs stayed out to play, since they aren't wanderers and we came inside.  There was coloring and I did the dishes.  Joe had offered to take us out to eat, which was a nice treat.  So when he got home, we called the dogs inside and loaded up the car.  The puppy came right in, but Clementine was no where to be found.  

We called, we whistled (well, Joe whistled cause he can whistle much louder than me) and nothing.  I can't say that she never wanders but she always stays in ear shot. So I was concerned  We drove around our neighborhood and the neighborhood to the north, looking for her and nothing.  We came back and rechecked the house. Nope.  Joe suggested we drive around the school parking lot, to the south of us.  And lo and behold, there she was. It looked like she was trying to dig a hole to China.  Riiiight. 

 We brought her home and I gave her water.  Darn dog- we think she might have been after a rabbit or something, though she doesn't usually lose herself like that.  I hope she doesn't follow her nose again :P

 We went out to eat, which went about like you might expect eating out with five kids an hour past their dinnertime while having to wait forever because they must have needed to kill the cow for the burger to go.  But it was tasty and actually, in between George shrieks of glee and sometimes disgruntlement, we had a good family discussion about the mountains and maybe moving and homeschooling again someday.  We will see.  

We went home and there was kid's bedtime, adult chatting, knitting and half movie watching before the adults got tired and went to bed.  And then the puppy/ George got up at 5:15 this morning and the cycle starts again...