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Cole FamilyJuly 01 Rabbit TrapThis is Garrett’s ingenious trap he set up to catch the rabbit that has been visiting our garden and sampling the fare. Garrett checks the trap everyday, but so far, there’s just a bunch of nibbles off of the carrot and no rabbit. “That rabbit is SO tricky!” he says, shaking his head. “How does he escape the trap?!” I don’t have the heart to tell him I think it is a slug that is eating the carrot. June 30 Working the SystemJune 27 Stumpy’s progressStumpy is now laying on his side, protruding halfway out of the ground and acting as a diving board for the kids. We’ll probably leave him like this for a month or so, no sense rushing into things. Plus, Jon and I have a small wager going to see how long it will take one of the kids to poke their eye out with the exposed roots. June 25 Twirly SkirtsIn the market for a twirly skirt? You can’t go wrong with this pattern: http://www.oliverands.com/downloads/Oliver+SLazyDaysSkirt.pdf They were pretty simple and fun to make. I made a bunch during our “Earthfake,” again rationalizing that if we were stranded without any assistance I would need to know how to make my own clothing. Lindsay refuses to wear her skirt unless we bribe or distract her. Who knew a 16 month old could have such an opinion about her clothes? After the third skirt even Megan was tiring of them. “Mom? Can this be the last one?” June 22 How did our camping go?
Camping with a 16 month old who is afraid of sleeping bags (we discovered), loves the fire, and didn’t sleep a wink led us to give her 2 Kit Kat bars and a 64 oz soda on the long drive home. The highlight for Garrett and Megan was the roasting of the marshmallows. They also liked it when we found this little amphitheater and they took turns giving us performances.
We also tried out a supposed 1 mile hike that ended up being more like 3 miles. The waterfall at the end was great. The whining, not so great. All in all, a successful 2009 Cole family camping trip. June 19 “Earthfake” 2009What do these things mean to you?
This past week our ward was experiencing an earthquake drill (referred to by a friend of Jon’s as the “earthfake”). We were checking our ward’s communication abilities (were you contacted by home teachers? etc.) and also our ability to survive with the food on hand in our homes and live without technology. Jon and I kind of cheated on that last part since we told ourselves, “We have a generator. We would hook it up so we could watch this movie.” And in reality, if there was an earthquake, I really wouldn’t care about checking Facebook or my blog. I hope I would have other things to worry about like, “Is my family alive!?” I believe the earthfake is ongoing but I am officially calling it over for the Cole family as we are going camping and I do not want to pack up my wheat grinder and 10 pounds of wheat for our dinner. What I learned:
June 11 Another use for Duct tapeJune 09 Random notesI love it when I find random notes that I have written strewn about the house. They usually make no sense, like: “Lace-ups!” or “grapevine” or “toadstool in bowl.” (Actual notes on scrap paper surrounding my computer.) I found this note on the kitchen floor: What does this random grouping mean? ???? Perhaps I will never know. Although the more I think about it, I think this was a list of things I was going to draw on some story cubes. In theory my children will roll the story cubes like dice, and then tell a story about the pictures. This is until the fighting begins, which it will. June 06 The Joys of ParentingGarrett came stumbling into the family room at approximately 10:30 pm where I was finishing up a sewing project and Jon was flipping channels on television. “I can’t stop throwing up!” he whimpered. That’s when we noticed the clumps of vomit in his matted down hair and on his pajamas. “I threw up three times,” he moaned. I recalled the coughing sounds I had heard coming from his room earlier that evening. Jon and I slowly crept to his room to survey the damage. Megan was still sleeping soundly on the bottom bunk even though she had received a bed full of Garrett’s ….you know….and it was still dripping from the top bunk down to her bed. I’ll spare you most of the gory details, but let’s just say that we had to disassemble both the top and bottom bunk to clean everything up. Our payment for completion of such a horrific clean-up experience?
By the way, Garrett’s sleeping on the floor tonight, just in case.
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