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Oatmeal, anyone?

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Apple Picking

One of our annual traditions is apple picking. We usually pick 200-300 pounds of Fuji apples. We can apple sauce, apple juice, apple syrup, and sliced apples. We store the rest in our root cellar for eating throughout the winter. They stay fresh and usually last until early March. But this year has been a…
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For Want of a Clothespin

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Isn’t She Just So Cute?

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Teaching Logic

I have a logic curriculum for the children. I believe it is called Building Thinking Skills*, or something like that. Problem is, it is a workbook. And a fairly expensive one. Workbooks don’t work very well for my family – because there are eight children needing workbooks. Normally what I do is cut out the…
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I Told You To Put Your Shoes on the Shelf…

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The Case of the Muddy Footprint

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Two Mickels?

What is a mickel? Well, it is Hewitt’s word for nipples. Hewitt is convinced that he only has one mickel. Doesn’t matter how many times we point out his two mickels. Doesn’t matter how many times he counts, “One mickel, two mickels.” Nope, if you ask him, he only possesses one mickel. Everybody else has…
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Playing in the Hay Field

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Fall is Officially Here

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Eighth Child Syndrome

Have you seen that thing that goes around the internet about multiple children? It goes something like this: First child: you boil and sterilize the pacifier Second child: you wash the pacifier under running water Third child: you wipe the pacifier off on your sleeve People are always sending me stuff like that (I can’t…
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At the Playground

Yesterday, Daddy and Fletcher had some special time. The brakes went out on the truck, so the two of them drove the truck to the mechanics. They left it there and went exploring. Guess what they found? A bridge. Being intrepid explorers, they crossed the bridge and followed the path beyond to… The elementary school…
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Ode to Farmer Frazier

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Ode to the Garbage Truck

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Garbage Gleanings
