Parental Highs

Our first parental high came in March last year and I'd love to share it with you as a belated Christmas gift. We found Judas at the computer "writing a song," he said. It turned out to be more of a poem and you have to get on his level to figure out what it says, but it is lovely. He is 8, and I'm all pumped that he cares enough about his subject to write about it.

i love you o god

you rain a bov us like horts

you kame as a baby in aminjr

you are ssso hole and so pawf

we are youer on hole shep

just wosh os and we shal ba as witht as sno

you mad my and avre thing and

avre thing that wos and is no more

il tri my bast to o ba you you mad the stors

and the planots and the havons and the rth

we love you

He asked me a few months ago if he will still go to heaven if he has broken one of the ten commandments, and of course I took the opportunity to explain about grace and how we become acceptable to God though Jesus. I can't say that I got it all right, or explained it perfectly, but that was one of my greatest highlights of being a parent so far.

Just found out I can load up a clip, but can't add a pic. FUNNY!

Meet Cappo

If there is anything that is unlike Rodney it is having a cat in the house. He brought one home to catch mice in the barn and thought the kids would enjoy it for as long as it was a novelty, (about two weeks) so since it is potty trained we've kept it here at the house longer then was intended. BIG mistake!! We are all getting very attached to him and enjoy his playfulness and curiosity.

He gives me good company during the day when I'm working alone in the sewing room, and the boys just love how he awakens them every morning, Rodney gets a big kick out of playing with him. What do we do?? We have been attacked by a fur ball from outer space and he is taking over our hearts!!

For My Six Year Old

Hans had his bithday wish of a cake with Spiderman on it and I got the challenge. So here it is.

We played the fox and goose game again and it turned out much better than the last time we did; no lawn mowers.

You might see that I have put up a new page (above) for the latest cakes because I have not learned how to update the cake page. I'm all done with the mommies for this year and may do the girls next year.

Canning

Joni found smily face at work.

Just finished my 3rd canning year here in Wingham and it was a blast!!! My partner was wonderful!! Sharon is never out of ideas and is a full spring of knowledge. Her mother and my mother-law gave us tremendous, very much appreciated, tips and advice. It was a pleasure working with you ladies!!!! Hope we can do it again sometime.


We tried a few new things like pickles from a newspaper clipping and homemade relish. We also had some left over corn cobbs so we cut them into one inch peaces and popped them into jars as well for the kiddies. Our last job was making dash and it turned out wonderful, the bits where real tiny and almost salt-like.

NO !!

Our Sweet Puppy is no more and there is no nice way of saying what happened so I won't say it. We really miss her a lot. She was beautiful!!

Nelda

My name is from a relitive in Ontario who I've met only once, and it means “of the Elder tree.”

If you know anything about an Elder tree you might know how it tends to grow unruly unless it is pruned often. I have two of them on my lawn and I know that to be true. That would describe me quite well, and I do have to work very hard at the little goodness I have. The church helps keep me in ship-shape so that I can bear any kind of fruits at all.

The fruits of an an Elder tree are called Elderberries and they are suposed to make wonderfuly sweet jam. They are a bright red (my used to be favorite color) round and remind me of blood drops. So all this makes me think that the blood of Jesus Christ was not shed in vain for my sake, I need it to be covered. Not that I will sin carelessly or purposely but that is my hope and my salvation.

Goodbey Toffee

We lost our friend a few weeks ago to the instincts of our dog Lyla. He was a good rabbit and we loved him. The kids buried him in the bushes that he loved to play in.

Eight year old Grace wrote a cute poem for him that I'd like to share with you.

Toffee love

Step by step

Memory by memory

Love is falling apart.

-Grace Kleinsasser