plunger woman

I started early today and didn't stop until i had a shot of old crow with travis from widmer at 6. lots happening-- customer on stop--stressful conversation-- new customers opening order—driving driving driving, a house that is tore up...
I got a call from Janelle today and she said jack got in trouble today. hes now 9 months and has found his crowl. she told him no because he was sticking somthing in the light sockets. thats my "Thunder." My dad while looking at a picture of Jack and Dane sitting together said " hey look, its thunder and lightning-- Jack with his over size bod and deap voice being thunder. I have kinda taking to calling him TUNDER-- it kinda fits. anyway Janelle told him No! and slapped his hand. Well dilly seemed to really enjoy this. Someone else was finally being punished instead of her—Better yet it was her “perfect little brother. She was grinning from ear to ear and started on the discipline saying “no Jack! No Jack!” Janelle had to cover her giggles when she let dilly down letting her know that only momma punishes Jack. Jack has arrived – he is now a human that has to endure the word no—while touching fire place and sticking fingers in light sockets and drinking out of toilets…

Speaking of toilets. Janelle is staying a few nights at the cabing on the salmon while the electrician wires in the upstairs of our house. I decide to join her for a nice evening of homemade soup, Alison Krause at one of my favorite places and let the stresses of a long day run off with the sounds of the river passing. With out getting in the details of how it all occurred the toilet was completely clogged and the #2 has been blended with the tp to a chocolate milk that is brim high. Janelle had taken a stab at it before I arrived. After dinner I went to tackle problem. Whoo! It was bad and once you stir it around a little bit it got much worse. I am plunged and plunged and only manage to lower the sludge level an in or two. As the level went down it would jostle the water more and more—I splashed my leg. All ready being a little frustrated that made me pop and I said a poopy word and went to the garage to see if I could find a better plunger. When I get back to the bathroom Janelle is at the plunger. She is down to her skivvy bottoms with a splash guard of a plastic bag over her face. She looked crazey—there is chocolate milk everywere-- But she did it, she unplugged the unpluggable… I’m so proud of her…

practice humans

I wonder if God did a little trial and error--a few rough drafts with humans before he came out with His final draft Adam n Eve. the human body is a very complex and well functioning wonderful organism... The Great Engineer must of tossed around a few ideas-- maybe made some spider maps of possibilities... maybe even had some practice dummies...?

We were talking with our good friends and fellow warriors the Furrers and we wondered why children were not born with teeth. They come out with fingernails...? Probably cause we parents need a new challenge around the 6 month mark! Its at that point that you start to see a glimmer of mommy's sanity returning because she got a solid 5 and half hours of sleep! Mommy is happy-- babies happy and for the first time dad thinks--" oh he's kinda cute". Then the 6th month mark hits and its all over--- and your baby's head starts to explode. teeth everywhere--drool and mucus and crying.... Its not cute its like a horror film. Little vampires that cry-- and yes they live at night. I just thank God that one of the test children didn't slip trough the cracks and come into this world as my child. Oh look-- doesn't the Rexplore boy have such nice tusks.... that would be alot of the pink tylenol.

You thought having braces hurt... imagine being that piece of corn on the cob you finally got at that summer bbq after you finally got the railroad tracts taken out of your mouth. Thats what i read into the mommies reason why God didn't give new borns teeth right out the shoot. God was thinking of the Mommies. hmmm..? God is smart --and i love him with all i got and I'm sure glad was not the dummy married to one of the test mommies.

"Seerah"

This morning I got Dilly out of bed and the first thing out of her mouth was " wacha mooie." Even though I don't have aspirations of becoming another TV addicted family--it's 6 in the morning --i am tired (and weak) and need to get ready for my work day... So i plop Dill down on the couch and push play to whatever happened to be in the vhs player last-- yes, we still spin the vhs. It happened to be one of Dilly's faves-- the adventures of the unrealized princess-- Cinderella. She squealed with delight.

I S>S>Sed and took my ritual morning prayer walk. I finally returned to Dill to see if she had any needs. A "Bow"she says-- a bottle. would you like milk or Juice? "Juice." It's really juicy water and she prefers it to everything.

i step back and watch her through the doorway. she is glued to "Seerah"-- she is wrapped tight in a blanket and enjoying a bottle and has no clue i am watching her "watcha mooie". The movie has come to the point when Cinderella is being roused from her slumber by her little friends-- that she dressed in mini hippie clothes-- the birds. they're the "early birds" the hippy mice on the other hand are not so chipper to get up. I connect to the mice thought i am a little bitter at one of them because we would of named our boy Augustus( I dare you to find me another name with 3 Us in it) or Gus for short, But Janelle just couldn't get by her association with that name to the fat little mouse gus gus in the movie. Anyway Im over it---------Cinderella sits up in bed and stretches-- she is humming a lovely tune as she gazes into the morning sun coming in through the window. At this point Cinderella starts to undo one side of her braids and run her fingers through her hair. I look at Dill and she is undoing her "braids" and running her fingers through her "long blond hair." after she finishes doing her right side she moves to her left just like Seerah does. Dilly was a princess this morning (even with her blond fuzz) and shewas also a princess when we danced to the Avett brothers this evening-- and she will alway be my princess.