You know you belong to a country church when the menu for the all-church
cook-out includes weenies (aka hotdogs) and bear meat. It was my first
time tasting bear meat, and it was good!
Esther has been into similes lately, with startling results. One day she snuggled into her blankie and announced, "I'm as comfortable as a radish!" Possibly she takes after her Aunt Melodie, who proclaimed one morning recently that she had "slept like a tuna casserole." I passed on that piece of news to Esther, wondering if her own penchant for unusual comparisons would give her insight into what it meant to sleep like a tuna casserole. First Esther asked what a tuna casserole is. After I told her she responded, "Wow, she slept cozy then!"
One day as I was working in my kitchen the side of my foot started to feel a bit sore. It was almost as if I had a splinter, but I had only been inside. After a while the feeling hadn't gone away, so I sat down to look at it. After a close inspection, I discovered I had one of Daniel's hairs embedded in my skin! I had given him a haircut the night before, and apparently those cut edges were sharp! It was in there tight, too--it took me several good tugs to finally get it out. A hair splinter, who knew?
Speaking of Daniel, He Who Must Be In The Middle of Everything has been expanding his responsibilities at church. First he discovered that each time an offering is taken up, a couple of volunteers count the money and fill out some paperwork preparatory to taking it to the bank. So he started accompanying them in this task at every opportunity--which came in handy when I found myself responsible for recording the offering taken up during our small group time and had no idea how to do it! I suppose it was a natural next step one Wednesday night service for him to leap up and skip forward, arms waving, when the pastor requested ushers to come take up the offering. He is now volunteering himself for usher duty probably a little too often, so we have pointed out to him that other people should have a turn too. But, I am very, very proud of him that on the two occasions that our pastor asked him to pray for the offering, he did so willingly and appropriately. I'm also grateful for an open-hearted church that truly loves and accepts both of our kids!
Last week Esther and I were studying the difference between annual and perennial plants. She had already brainstormed several examples of annual plants, which she knew were annual because we have planted them from seeds several years in a row. Next, I asked her if she could think of anything that was perennial--"the kind that comes back every year." She promptly replied, "Geese!"
I'm sure other interesting things have happened lately, but that gives you some snapshots of the tone of our family life. Meanwhile, I'm off to bed. Maybe, just maybe, I'll sleep like a tuna casserole.
